Rescue Me - Chapter 1 of ?
Title: Rescue Me
Author: Annie
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Jared/Sandy - eventual Jared/Jensen/others
Rating: NC17 for sexual situations, character death & angst
Summary : Jared and Sandy are married and expecting their first child. Tragedy strikes and Jared is left alone with a child to raise. Can Jensen help him?
Disclaimer I don’t own Jared, Jensen or Sandy - they all own themselves. I am also very jealous of Sandy but do not wish her any will!!
Sorry for killing you sweetheart!!
A/N: This is for zomzoms, who gave me the prompt of Jared with a child and also gave me the basic plot!! Hope this does it for you Debz!! I can but try!
Master post
Christmas 2010 - Jared
Jared had spent the last nine months reading all the childcare manuals and baby books that he could lay his hands on. He had gone to all the parent craft classes and had learnt how to help Sandy with her breathing. He had decorated the nursery, bought the cot and spent hours with his mom, learning about babies. Jared is ready for anything.
.
What he wasn’t ready for was Sandy’s agonised screams, the doctors crowding into the labour ward, his wife being wheeled away on a gurney and well-meaning nurses holding him back and taking him into the family room to wait.
Jared sat in the darkened room alone; waiting.
He had never been so scared in his life.
July 2008 - San Antonio
It is his wedding day and Jared has never been happier. He has the girl he has always wanted and he is surrounded by the people he loves and who love him back. What makes it better, what makes it perfect is that Jensen Ackles is his best man and now he is standing, a little drunk, at the top table, making his speech.
People are laughing, Mike and Tom look suspiciously teary eyed and his mom is openly weeping. Jared feels Sandy squeeze his hand under the table and he grins at her, pressing his lips to her cheek in a kiss. Jensen raises his glass to the bride and groom and everyone stands. Jared wonders if it is possible to explode with joy and he grins over at Jensen who returns his smile with one of his own.
They are dancing and Jared holds his new wife close to his body. She is wearing high heels and is tottering dangerously, her head resting somewhere around his stomach. He has taken off his tie and loosened his waistcoat and Sandy has abandoned her veil. He notices that Jensen is whirling his, frankly red-faced, sister around the floor and he gives his buddy the thumbs up. Jensen winks and dips Megan over his arm like a professional.
Eric has let them have one of the Impalas for their wedding car and it is decorated with lettering, ribbons and shaving cream. Jared has changed into jeans and a familiar pink shirt and Sandy is throwing the bouquet. Jensen comes over and puts a warm hand on Jared’s spine, leaning into his personal space, brushing his lips across Jared’s cheek, a gesture that is both intimate yet chaste. “You’ve finally done it dude,” he says with a satisfied grin. “You are one lucky dog.”
Jared knows it and he hugs Jensen close to him, watching with shining eyes as Sandy comes over, breathless and glowing. “We should go,” she says. “The plane leaves in two hours.”
The last thing Jared sees is Jensen waving them off, his white handkerchief fluttering in the early evening breeze.
2010 - Labour Ward
It has been hours and Jared is almost frantic with worry. He has called his mom and left a message with his sister and they are both on their way. He called Jensen too, even though the older man was filming in England. His friend had sounded concerned, worried and had promised to ring back as soon as filming had finished for the day. Hearing his familiar voice had calmed Jared down a little and he sat on the uncomfortable chair, staring out at the frosty car park, watching the fairy lights twinkling in the distant night.
In two days it will be Christmas and they should be spending it together, their own little family. Jared bites his lip and pulls at his hair - something he hasn’t done since he was 10 and waiting for the dentist - surely someone will tell him something soon.
The doctor is dressed in green scrubs, a mask pulled down around his chin. He looks pale and harried and there is a smear of blood on the gloves he pulls off, that Jared doesn’t even want to think about. He gets up, his knees popping and walks over to the doctor, wanting to know everything.
The doctor shakes his head. “Mr Padalecki - I’m so sorry,” is all he says.
The babies are all behind shining glass, their bodies wrapped in soft white blankets, little hats over their tiny heads. He presses his nose against the window and stares at Cot number 3. He can see a wizened little red face under the bonnet, a tiny fist clenched against a soft cheek. He swallows hard.
“Do you want to hold him?” A nurse comes up behind him and puts a small hand on his back. “He is a good weight and we don’t think that he will be in the neo natal unit for longer than one night. He isn’t premature - we just need to keep our eyes on him - just for tonight - he has had a bit of a hard time of it.” She smiles, her eyes kind. “We can heat a bottle if you want? - It will soon be time for his feed.”
“His - his mom wanted to feed him herself,” he says and it earns him a look of pity and confusion. “She - she said that breast is best.”
“Mr Padalecki....” She nudges him gently with her hand. “Let me get your son for you.”
His mom arrives first; she is crying, soft and insistent and it reminds him of his wedding day. He cradles the baby against his chest, feeling too big, too clumsy, feeling incredibly awkward. His mom stares at the tiny bundle in his arms and cries harder. Jared swallows hard and hands the baby over to his grandma, unable to stop his hands from shaking. “It’s a little boy momma,” he says, hoarsely. “It’s a little boy.”
“Oh Jared,” his momma says and she holds them both, the baby pressed against her chest, Jared’s head on her shoulder.
Finally they let him see her; she looks as if she is sleeping, her pale face unmarked, peaceful, and her beautiful brown hair brushed soft against her cheeks. He kneels down and holds her hand, not knowing what to say, what to do. Somewhere in the distance he hears bells ringing and he listens for a moment, his throat so tight he can barely swallow.
He kisses her cheek; she smells of fresh soap and, strangely, baby powder. After today he will never see her again and he wonders how he can possibly go on without her in his life. Six years - and so many experiences - they were supposed to be a family now - the three of them - going home and spending their first Christmas together. There are presents wrapped and ready beneath their huge tree and there is a seventeen pound turkey thawing in the kitchen.
Jared stands up and stands still and silent for the longest of times. He wonders what Sandy would think. She was always telling him to calm down, to stop bouncing around, to be quiet. He knew she didn’t mean it, knew she only wanted to tease him but now he was as still and quiet as he could be.
He hoped that she would be proud of him.
When he gets back into the family room his sister has arrived and is weeping alongside his momma. He stares at them both and wonders what happened to his own tears. He glances down at the baby in his momma’s lap and clenches his fists hard and tight, so that his nails dig into his palms.
“You should give him a name honey.” His momma looks up at him, her eyes red-rimmed. “He is so beautiful - you should be proud of him.”
Jared can only stare at his momma, his sister and his son.
All he feels is empty.
Next chapter
Author: Annie
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Jared/Sandy - eventual Jared/Jensen/others
Rating: NC17 for sexual situations, character death & angst
Summary : Jared and Sandy are married and expecting their first child. Tragedy strikes and Jared is left alone with a child to raise. Can Jensen help him?
Disclaimer I don’t own Jared, Jensen or Sandy - they all own themselves. I am also very jealous of Sandy but do not wish her any will!!
Sorry for killing you sweetheart!!
A/N: This is for zomzoms, who gave me the prompt of Jared with a child and also gave me the basic plot!! Hope this does it for you Debz!! I can but try!
Master post
Christmas 2010 - Jared
Jared had spent the last nine months reading all the childcare manuals and baby books that he could lay his hands on. He had gone to all the parent craft classes and had learnt how to help Sandy with her breathing. He had decorated the nursery, bought the cot and spent hours with his mom, learning about babies. Jared is ready for anything.
.
What he wasn’t ready for was Sandy’s agonised screams, the doctors crowding into the labour ward, his wife being wheeled away on a gurney and well-meaning nurses holding him back and taking him into the family room to wait.
Jared sat in the darkened room alone; waiting.
He had never been so scared in his life.
July 2008 - San Antonio
It is his wedding day and Jared has never been happier. He has the girl he has always wanted and he is surrounded by the people he loves and who love him back. What makes it better, what makes it perfect is that Jensen Ackles is his best man and now he is standing, a little drunk, at the top table, making his speech.
People are laughing, Mike and Tom look suspiciously teary eyed and his mom is openly weeping. Jared feels Sandy squeeze his hand under the table and he grins at her, pressing his lips to her cheek in a kiss. Jensen raises his glass to the bride and groom and everyone stands. Jared wonders if it is possible to explode with joy and he grins over at Jensen who returns his smile with one of his own.
They are dancing and Jared holds his new wife close to his body. She is wearing high heels and is tottering dangerously, her head resting somewhere around his stomach. He has taken off his tie and loosened his waistcoat and Sandy has abandoned her veil. He notices that Jensen is whirling his, frankly red-faced, sister around the floor and he gives his buddy the thumbs up. Jensen winks and dips Megan over his arm like a professional.
Eric has let them have one of the Impalas for their wedding car and it is decorated with lettering, ribbons and shaving cream. Jared has changed into jeans and a familiar pink shirt and Sandy is throwing the bouquet. Jensen comes over and puts a warm hand on Jared’s spine, leaning into his personal space, brushing his lips across Jared’s cheek, a gesture that is both intimate yet chaste. “You’ve finally done it dude,” he says with a satisfied grin. “You are one lucky dog.”
Jared knows it and he hugs Jensen close to him, watching with shining eyes as Sandy comes over, breathless and glowing. “We should go,” she says. “The plane leaves in two hours.”
The last thing Jared sees is Jensen waving them off, his white handkerchief fluttering in the early evening breeze.
2010 - Labour Ward
It has been hours and Jared is almost frantic with worry. He has called his mom and left a message with his sister and they are both on their way. He called Jensen too, even though the older man was filming in England. His friend had sounded concerned, worried and had promised to ring back as soon as filming had finished for the day. Hearing his familiar voice had calmed Jared down a little and he sat on the uncomfortable chair, staring out at the frosty car park, watching the fairy lights twinkling in the distant night.
In two days it will be Christmas and they should be spending it together, their own little family. Jared bites his lip and pulls at his hair - something he hasn’t done since he was 10 and waiting for the dentist - surely someone will tell him something soon.
The doctor is dressed in green scrubs, a mask pulled down around his chin. He looks pale and harried and there is a smear of blood on the gloves he pulls off, that Jared doesn’t even want to think about. He gets up, his knees popping and walks over to the doctor, wanting to know everything.
The doctor shakes his head. “Mr Padalecki - I’m so sorry,” is all he says.
The babies are all behind shining glass, their bodies wrapped in soft white blankets, little hats over their tiny heads. He presses his nose against the window and stares at Cot number 3. He can see a wizened little red face under the bonnet, a tiny fist clenched against a soft cheek. He swallows hard.
“Do you want to hold him?” A nurse comes up behind him and puts a small hand on his back. “He is a good weight and we don’t think that he will be in the neo natal unit for longer than one night. He isn’t premature - we just need to keep our eyes on him - just for tonight - he has had a bit of a hard time of it.” She smiles, her eyes kind. “We can heat a bottle if you want? - It will soon be time for his feed.”
“His - his mom wanted to feed him herself,” he says and it earns him a look of pity and confusion. “She - she said that breast is best.”
“Mr Padalecki....” She nudges him gently with her hand. “Let me get your son for you.”
His mom arrives first; she is crying, soft and insistent and it reminds him of his wedding day. He cradles the baby against his chest, feeling too big, too clumsy, feeling incredibly awkward. His mom stares at the tiny bundle in his arms and cries harder. Jared swallows hard and hands the baby over to his grandma, unable to stop his hands from shaking. “It’s a little boy momma,” he says, hoarsely. “It’s a little boy.”
“Oh Jared,” his momma says and she holds them both, the baby pressed against her chest, Jared’s head on her shoulder.
Finally they let him see her; she looks as if she is sleeping, her pale face unmarked, peaceful, and her beautiful brown hair brushed soft against her cheeks. He kneels down and holds her hand, not knowing what to say, what to do. Somewhere in the distance he hears bells ringing and he listens for a moment, his throat so tight he can barely swallow.
He kisses her cheek; she smells of fresh soap and, strangely, baby powder. After today he will never see her again and he wonders how he can possibly go on without her in his life. Six years - and so many experiences - they were supposed to be a family now - the three of them - going home and spending their first Christmas together. There are presents wrapped and ready beneath their huge tree and there is a seventeen pound turkey thawing in the kitchen.
Jared stands up and stands still and silent for the longest of times. He wonders what Sandy would think. She was always telling him to calm down, to stop bouncing around, to be quiet. He knew she didn’t mean it, knew she only wanted to tease him but now he was as still and quiet as he could be.
He hoped that she would be proud of him.
When he gets back into the family room his sister has arrived and is weeping alongside his momma. He stares at them both and wonders what happened to his own tears. He glances down at the baby in his momma’s lap and clenches his fists hard and tight, so that his nails dig into his palms.
“You should give him a name honey.” His momma looks up at him, her eyes red-rimmed. “He is so beautiful - you should be proud of him.”
Jared can only stare at his momma, his sister and his son.
All he feels is empty.
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