Drowning - Chapter Ten
Title: Chapter Ten
Author: oops_pig
Disclaimer: None of this is real ....
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/ Kristen Bell
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When Jensen gets shipped off to a catholic high school he meets the girl of his dreams. But life isn't all sunshine and roses.
Author's Notes: Short chapter. Sorry guys. More tomorrow.
Previous Chapters
"He's not here," Jensen can hear her whisper to Sandy as they're standing in the wings, "He said he was going to be here and he's not." He can hear the stress in her voice and he wants to put his arms around her and make it all better.
He can hear Sandy say "He'll be here. Maybe traffic was bad or he was running late. He'll be here, I promise."
Then the curtains are lifting and she's running on stage with a toy dog in her arms, looking behind her instead of in front, panic written all over her face. She's a good actress to go from worrying about her missing boyfriend to being so completely in character.
He's wandering on stage a few moments later wheeling a wooden wagon with Chris and Percy, the two guys who are playing the Tin-man and the Lion. Chris puts the wagon down on his finger and he jumps up with a comical shout, getting a laugh from the audience, "Right on my finger!"
"It's a lucky thing it wasn't your head," Percy as Zeke tells him.
Kristen touches Percy on the arm, "Zeke, what am I going to do about Miss Gulch? Just because Toto chases her old cat ..."
"Listen honey, I got to get them hogs in," Percy and Chris wander just off stage, heads together.
"Now lookit Dorothy," Jensen slings an arm around her and walks her to the front of the stage, "You ain't using your head about Miss Gulch. Think you didn't have any brains at all!"
"I have so got brains," she sounds so indignant.
"Well why don't you use them?" He spins her around so she's looking at him instead of the audience, "When you come home, don't go by Miss Gulch's place. Then Toto won't get in her garden, and you won't get in no trouble. See?"
"Oh Hunk, you just won't listen is all!" she sighs, and she's doing a pretty good version of his accent. All the time they spent practicing has paid off.
"Well you're head ain't made of straw you know!" he laughs and waves her off, as he turns back to the wagon and Chris wanders back onto the other side of the stage.
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The next time he's on stage he's wearing his itchy straw and is stuck up on a pole by a nail. It's not the most comfortable position to be in, but Kristen wanders onto the stage pretty quickly. She's doing a wonderful job of being lost; doing a wonderful job completely. She looks down at the dog in her arms and asks, "Now which way do we go?"
Jensen points off stage-right and says, "That way is very nice,"
She looks around, "Who said that?" Spotting him, she wanders closer and looks down at the dog, who has omitted a small bark, "Don't be silly Toto. Scarecrows can't talk."
"It's pleasent down that way too," he continues, interrupting her almost mid sentence and pointing his arm the other way.
She looks down at the dog again, "That's funny. Wasn't he pointing the other way?"
"Of course," he flicks his arms round so they're both pointing straight out, crossed over his body, "People do go both ways."
She creeps towards him, "Why you did say something, didn't you?"
Jensen grins, shakes his head, and then nods in quick procession.
"Are you doing that on purpose, or can't you make up your mind?" she creeps closer to where he is standing.
"That's the trouble," he tells her earnestly, "I can't make up my mind. I haven't got a brain, only straw." He says this sadly, head drooping.
"How can you talk if you haven't got a brain?"
"I don't know," he cocks his head to the side in thought, "But a lot of people who haven't got brains do an awful lot of taking, don't they?"
"Yes," she nods and steps forward, "I guess they do. We haven't really met, have we?"
"Why no," he says, "I don't believe we have."
"How do you do?"
"How do you do?" he repeats, copying her infliction.
"Very well thank you," she nods towards him.
"Oh, I'm not feeling very well at all," Jensen says sadly, "You see, it's very tedious being stuck up here all day long with a pole up your back."
"Oh dear," Kristen brings her hands up to her mouth, "That must be very uncomfortable. Can't you get down?"
She helps him off the pole and he smiles at her. They recite lines about crows and scaring and if the Scarecrow had a brain and then he's singing: I could
while away the hours,
Conferrin' with the flowers,
Consultin' with the rain.
And my head I'd be scratchin'
While my thoughts were busy hatchin'
If I only had a brain.
I'd unravel every riddle
For any individ'le
In trouble or in pain.
Then she's singing with him and smiling and he's smiling harder than he has in weeks.
Author: oops_pig
Disclaimer: None of this is real ....
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/ Kristen Bell
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When Jensen gets shipped off to a catholic high school he meets the girl of his dreams. But life isn't all sunshine and roses.
Author's Notes: Short chapter. Sorry guys. More tomorrow.
Previous Chapters
"He's not here," Jensen can hear her whisper to Sandy as they're standing in the wings, "He said he was going to be here and he's not." He can hear the stress in her voice and he wants to put his arms around her and make it all better.
He can hear Sandy say "He'll be here. Maybe traffic was bad or he was running late. He'll be here, I promise."
Then the curtains are lifting and she's running on stage with a toy dog in her arms, looking behind her instead of in front, panic written all over her face. She's a good actress to go from worrying about her missing boyfriend to being so completely in character.
He's wandering on stage a few moments later wheeling a wooden wagon with Chris and Percy, the two guys who are playing the Tin-man and the Lion. Chris puts the wagon down on his finger and he jumps up with a comical shout, getting a laugh from the audience, "Right on my finger!"
"It's a lucky thing it wasn't your head," Percy as Zeke tells him.
Kristen touches Percy on the arm, "Zeke, what am I going to do about Miss Gulch? Just because Toto chases her old cat ..."
"Listen honey, I got to get them hogs in," Percy and Chris wander just off stage, heads together.
"Now lookit Dorothy," Jensen slings an arm around her and walks her to the front of the stage, "You ain't using your head about Miss Gulch. Think you didn't have any brains at all!"
"I have so got brains," she sounds so indignant.
"Well why don't you use them?" He spins her around so she's looking at him instead of the audience, "When you come home, don't go by Miss Gulch's place. Then Toto won't get in her garden, and you won't get in no trouble. See?"
"Oh Hunk, you just won't listen is all!" she sighs, and she's doing a pretty good version of his accent. All the time they spent practicing has paid off.
"Well you're head ain't made of straw you know!" he laughs and waves her off, as he turns back to the wagon and Chris wanders back onto the other side of the stage.
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The next time he's on stage he's wearing his itchy straw and is stuck up on a pole by a nail. It's not the most comfortable position to be in, but Kristen wanders onto the stage pretty quickly. She's doing a wonderful job of being lost; doing a wonderful job completely. She looks down at the dog in her arms and asks, "Now which way do we go?"
Jensen points off stage-right and says, "That way is very nice,"
She looks around, "Who said that?" Spotting him, she wanders closer and looks down at the dog, who has omitted a small bark, "Don't be silly Toto. Scarecrows can't talk."
"It's pleasent down that way too," he continues, interrupting her almost mid sentence and pointing his arm the other way.
She looks down at the dog again, "That's funny. Wasn't he pointing the other way?"
"Of course," he flicks his arms round so they're both pointing straight out, crossed over his body, "People do go both ways."
She creeps towards him, "Why you did say something, didn't you?"
Jensen grins, shakes his head, and then nods in quick procession.
"Are you doing that on purpose, or can't you make up your mind?" she creeps closer to where he is standing.
"That's the trouble," he tells her earnestly, "I can't make up my mind. I haven't got a brain, only straw." He says this sadly, head drooping.
"How can you talk if you haven't got a brain?"
"I don't know," he cocks his head to the side in thought, "But a lot of people who haven't got brains do an awful lot of taking, don't they?"
"Yes," she nods and steps forward, "I guess they do. We haven't really met, have we?"
"Why no," he says, "I don't believe we have."
"How do you do?"
"How do you do?" he repeats, copying her infliction.
"Very well thank you," she nods towards him.
"Oh, I'm not feeling very well at all," Jensen says sadly, "You see, it's very tedious being stuck up here all day long with a pole up your back."
"Oh dear," Kristen brings her hands up to her mouth, "That must be very uncomfortable. Can't you get down?"
She helps him off the pole and he smiles at her. They recite lines about crows and scaring and if the Scarecrow had a brain and then he's singing: I could
while away the hours,
Conferrin' with the flowers,
Consultin' with the rain.
And my head I'd be scratchin'
While my thoughts were busy hatchin'
If I only had a brain.
I'd unravel every riddle
For any individ'le
In trouble or in pain.
Then she's singing with him and smiling and he's smiling harder than he has in weeks.