Beautifully Broken WIP (9 of ?)
Title: Beautifully Broken
Author: my_specialhell
Rating: NC17, H, A, RPS, nonAU (in the sense that J2 are the ones of Supernatural)
Fandom: Supernatural (RPS)
Pairing: Jensen/Jared , Jensen/Danneell and Jared/Genevieve
Disclaimer: It never happened. It's fiction. Don't sue.
Summary: Years after the end of the show life has changed for both Jensen and Jared.Tragedy and self deception kept them apart, will they find their way back to each other? Spoilers: Vague and general for the show.
Warnings: Character Death. Angst. Oh, and I can't write smut to save my life.
Author's Notes: I'm packing to go to hell...I caved in: I'm writing a RPS fan-fiction, something I thought I'd never do, then SPN entered my life and since the idea for this fan-fiction came up in my mind, I couldn't stop thinking about it, I had to write it. English is not my language, so there are probably tons of mistakes, since I'm flying solo on this one. Oh, and it goes without saying that I mean no ill in any way, shape or form to Jensen, Jared, Genevieve or Danneell! It's fiction guys, just that! Also, suspension of disbelief is a great thing:)
Previous Parts: I - II - III - IV - V - VI - VIII
Part II
Jensen had almost forgotten what last weeks of shooting of a tv season were like and what they did to him. VCS was a hit show, that meant that the pressure on them was even heavier than what he had been used to.
The network kept breathing down their necks, they always had some journalist, repoter on set and paparazzi when they were shooting on location, the hours were crazy and character bleed could be a real bitch to deal with.
The icing on the cake, though, as far as he was concerned, was how much crap the blogs and gossipers were coming up with regarding his relationship with Eliza.
They were spinning things literally out of thin air.
He had groaned when he had finally be informed of what the rumor mill about him was these days.
No. Not again!
That time it was the network spinning the gossip, playing up the chemistry between Eliza and he. The thing was...he liked Eliza just fine, he really did: they had built an easy, comfortable working relationship, but that was about it.
He had fallen twice for the cliché: he had married one of his co-stars and had fallen madly in love with another...and he was still picking up the pieces, years later.
He hated that crap...gossip, rumors, it was one of the main reasons he had left Hollywood in the first place. He recalled only too well what had happened last time rumors had started to spread. He still recalled how his people had first downplayed the whole thing and then had freaked out.
He still recalled what rumors and innuendos had done to Jared and he...how they had been forced to face reality and everything had changed, tumbled down around them...because the rumors had been true, because they'd been too young, too stupid...too scared.
He wouldn't put his name through a meat grinder again, just to play the game. He had made sure his people, the network and J.C knew. He had made perfectly clear what he was willing to do, the lengths he was willing to play the game and that definitely wasn't in the fucking brochure.
Let people assume whatever the fuck they wanted about his personal life, he was over that kind of crap.
That was why he hadn't been entirely surprised when he had been called to J.C's office on a Saturday morning, the only thing surprising him was that Eliza wasn't there, since she had been totally supportive of his decision.
Well, maybe not really and wholeheartedly supportive, but she had been a trooper, and Jensen had been grateful for that.
J.C.'s assistant greeted him with coffee, a huge smile and had turned her charm completely on, while she informed him that JC was ready to see him.
Jensen ignored the pretty blatant attempts at hitting on him and thanked her with a curt nod of his head and a tight smile.
JC's office was huge and, as usual, a mess: two huge desks filled with drafts, books, magazines, dvds, there were some posters pinned to the wall and Jensen had to refrain from rolling his eyes seeing how high the network worshipped the Photoshop God when doing the Ads for their show.
The man was talking on the phone, wildly gesturing with his hands, and as he cussed a blue streak to someone he gestured Jensen to sit. Jensen nodded his head and sat in front of his executive producer, wondering how someone who looked like he was fresh out of high school, ready to go to Comic Con, could produce, write and sometimes direct VCS: with its plethora of creepy things, textbook issues of neurosis and humor.
“Hey, Jensen!” JC greeted him, with a strong handshake, “Good to see you, man. Sorry I brought you here on a Saturday morning!”
Jensen eyed him suspiciously: he had known the man for almost a year now, and he knew he could be a consummate asshole one moment and one of the friendliest human beings he had ever met the other. He wondered which side of the man would he be met with that day, he smiled at the man and said, “No problems. What did you want to talk me about? Should we be waiting for Eliza and...?”
JC waved a hand dismissively and said, “I'll deal with that crap, don't worry”
Jensen tilted his head on a side. That was it? Well, he did worry! The time when the Studios could decide for his life were long over. His priorities had changed, he had changed.
He put on his best smile, though, and nodded at his producer waiting for him to talk, the man grinned, almost as if he had read his mind and said, “I will deal with it, Jensen. I remember very clearly our first conversation, I promise...”
“Then why...?” Jensen asked and didn't like the smile JC gave him in return. He didn't like it one bit, his gut clenched as he kept his poker face on and silently prompted JC to go on.
“It's about the season finale...” JC started and for some reason, Jensen didn't feel relieved. Because yes, he was top billing in the show, yes he did have some minimal say in what the fuck happened, but that was the first time JC had called in a meeting with him, about the show.
What. The. Fuck?
“I've cast the Sender” JC said. That caught Jensen's attention. The Sender was a faceless character so far, one who had sent clues to Gabriel all season long to help him make some light on his wife's murder and his daughter's kidnapping. The Sender was also a sadist son of a bitch and personally he had no idea whether he was Gabriel's wife killer or not and he knew better than ask JC.
“That's good...” Jensen said, but still his gut was clenched, he felt the air around them charged with something...and the feeling exploded when JC said, “I'm glad you're saying this, and I think ...scratch that, I know you will knock the scenes with him out of the park!”
Jensen nodded, “Thank you,” He said, “So who will play the son of a bitch?”
He felt his face fall, crumble, almost, as JC spoke, “Jared Padalecki!”
Author: my_specialhell
Rating: NC17, H, A, RPS, nonAU (in the sense that J2 are the ones of Supernatural)
Fandom: Supernatural (RPS)
Pairing: Jensen/Jared , Jensen/Danneell and Jared/Genevieve
Disclaimer: It never happened. It's fiction. Don't sue.
Summary: Years after the end of the show life has changed for both Jensen and Jared.Tragedy and self deception kept them apart, will they find their way back to each other? Spoilers: Vague and general for the show.
Warnings: Character Death. Angst. Oh, and I can't write smut to save my life.
Author's Notes: I'm packing to go to hell...I caved in: I'm writing a RPS fan-fiction, something I thought I'd never do, then SPN entered my life and since the idea for this fan-fiction came up in my mind, I couldn't stop thinking about it, I had to write it. English is not my language, so there are probably tons of mistakes, since I'm flying solo on this one. Oh, and it goes without saying that I mean no ill in any way, shape or form to Jensen, Jared, Genevieve or Danneell! It's fiction guys, just that! Also, suspension of disbelief is a great thing:)
Previous Parts: I - II - III - IV - V - VI - VIII
Part II
Jensen had almost forgotten what last weeks of shooting of a tv season were like and what they did to him. VCS was a hit show, that meant that the pressure on them was even heavier than what he had been used to.
The network kept breathing down their necks, they always had some journalist, repoter on set and paparazzi when they were shooting on location, the hours were crazy and character bleed could be a real bitch to deal with.
The icing on the cake, though, as far as he was concerned, was how much crap the blogs and gossipers were coming up with regarding his relationship with Eliza.
They were spinning things literally out of thin air.
He had groaned when he had finally be informed of what the rumor mill about him was these days.
No. Not again!
That time it was the network spinning the gossip, playing up the chemistry between Eliza and he. The thing was...he liked Eliza just fine, he really did: they had built an easy, comfortable working relationship, but that was about it.
He had fallen twice for the cliché: he had married one of his co-stars and had fallen madly in love with another...and he was still picking up the pieces, years later.
He hated that crap...gossip, rumors, it was one of the main reasons he had left Hollywood in the first place. He recalled only too well what had happened last time rumors had started to spread. He still recalled how his people had first downplayed the whole thing and then had freaked out.
He still recalled what rumors and innuendos had done to Jared and he...how they had been forced to face reality and everything had changed, tumbled down around them...because the rumors had been true, because they'd been too young, too stupid...too scared.
He wouldn't put his name through a meat grinder again, just to play the game. He had made sure his people, the network and J.C knew. He had made perfectly clear what he was willing to do, the lengths he was willing to play the game and that definitely wasn't in the fucking brochure.
Let people assume whatever the fuck they wanted about his personal life, he was over that kind of crap.
That was why he hadn't been entirely surprised when he had been called to J.C's office on a Saturday morning, the only thing surprising him was that Eliza wasn't there, since she had been totally supportive of his decision.
Well, maybe not really and wholeheartedly supportive, but she had been a trooper, and Jensen had been grateful for that.
J.C.'s assistant greeted him with coffee, a huge smile and had turned her charm completely on, while she informed him that JC was ready to see him.
Jensen ignored the pretty blatant attempts at hitting on him and thanked her with a curt nod of his head and a tight smile.
JC's office was huge and, as usual, a mess: two huge desks filled with drafts, books, magazines, dvds, there were some posters pinned to the wall and Jensen had to refrain from rolling his eyes seeing how high the network worshipped the Photoshop God when doing the Ads for their show.
The man was talking on the phone, wildly gesturing with his hands, and as he cussed a blue streak to someone he gestured Jensen to sit. Jensen nodded his head and sat in front of his executive producer, wondering how someone who looked like he was fresh out of high school, ready to go to Comic Con, could produce, write and sometimes direct VCS: with its plethora of creepy things, textbook issues of neurosis and humor.
“Hey, Jensen!” JC greeted him, with a strong handshake, “Good to see you, man. Sorry I brought you here on a Saturday morning!”
Jensen eyed him suspiciously: he had known the man for almost a year now, and he knew he could be a consummate asshole one moment and one of the friendliest human beings he had ever met the other. He wondered which side of the man would he be met with that day, he smiled at the man and said, “No problems. What did you want to talk me about? Should we be waiting for Eliza and...?”
JC waved a hand dismissively and said, “I'll deal with that crap, don't worry”
Jensen tilted his head on a side. That was it? Well, he did worry! The time when the Studios could decide for his life were long over. His priorities had changed, he had changed.
He put on his best smile, though, and nodded at his producer waiting for him to talk, the man grinned, almost as if he had read his mind and said, “I will deal with it, Jensen. I remember very clearly our first conversation, I promise...”
“Then why...?” Jensen asked and didn't like the smile JC gave him in return. He didn't like it one bit, his gut clenched as he kept his poker face on and silently prompted JC to go on.
“It's about the season finale...” JC started and for some reason, Jensen didn't feel relieved. Because yes, he was top billing in the show, yes he did have some minimal say in what the fuck happened, but that was the first time JC had called in a meeting with him, about the show.
What. The. Fuck?
“I've cast the Sender” JC said. That caught Jensen's attention. The Sender was a faceless character so far, one who had sent clues to Gabriel all season long to help him make some light on his wife's murder and his daughter's kidnapping. The Sender was also a sadist son of a bitch and personally he had no idea whether he was Gabriel's wife killer or not and he knew better than ask JC.
“That's good...” Jensen said, but still his gut was clenched, he felt the air around them charged with something...and the feeling exploded when JC said, “I'm glad you're saying this, and I think ...scratch that, I know you will knock the scenes with him out of the park!”
Jensen nodded, “Thank you,” He said, “So who will play the son of a bitch?”
He felt his face fall, crumble, almost, as JC spoke, “Jared Padalecki!”