Rescue Me - Chapter 3 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!
Thanks too for all the lovely and positive reviews. I’m not good at replying cos I never know what to say - but I do appreciate them and they help my muse to flow!
Previous chapter
January 2011 - Jensen
Somewhere, in the back of his mind, there was a baby crying. Jensen groaned and turned over but the wails became more insistent, more determined and he rubbed his eyes, cursing jet-lag and time differences. Wide awake now, he swung his feet out of bed and shuffled down the corridor towards the noise.
The room was small and cramped. It wasn’t actually a nursery and Jensen realised that this was just a spare room that Sherri had attempted to make a little more homely for the baby’s sake.
There were a few soft toys in the corner and a Winnie-the-Pooh night light flooded the darkness with an orange glow. The light looked old and cracked and Jensen smiled a little as he realised that the lamp must have once belonged to Jared or Megan.
Jensen leant over the cot and peered in. The baby’s face was red and angry, tears spilling over soft cheeks, mouth open and wailing. Tiny fists waved in the air and Jensen could see the covers moving as the baby appeared to be stamping his feet.
Jensen shook his head, ruefully and, gingerly, reached into the cot and lifted the baby out gently, keeping his hand behind the soft, downy head. The baby paused for a moment, taking a breath, his eyes on Jensen’s face. Jensen ran a hand over the pink skin of his cheek, feeling the heat and dampness of tears.
“You just want some attention huh?” He whispered, shifting a little so that he could rest the little body comfortably on his shoulder. “Are you wet?” He slipped a finger under the white babygro and under the rustling diaper. “Nah - snug as can be - so - why are you crying?”
He moved backwards and sat down in the corner of the room, manoeuvring the baby so that he was lying in Jensen’s arms. “Let me look at you.”
The sobbing had quietened to soft sniffs and Jensen’s throat closed as he stared down at Jared’s son. The baby’s skin was soft, dark brown hair standing up in tufts on the top of his head. He had his father’s tip-tilted nose and slanting cat-like eyes, but his colouring, with those dark brown eyes and deep pink skin, was purely Sandy’s.
“You are gonna be a really handsome devil when you grow up,” he whispered, as if they were sharing secrets. “Just like your dad.”
The door creaked and Jensen looked up, suddenly guilty, to see Sherri Padalecki staring at him with wide eyes. She was wearing a long robe and slippers and her eyes were fuzzy with sleep. “Jensen?”
“Guilty as charged!” He flushed a little, holding the baby against him, feeling him breath, hearing his snuffles and his whimpers. “I - I heard him crying - didn’t know what was wrong.”
“He probably wants feeding.” She stared down at her grandson with undisguised love and tenderness. “Would you - could you hold him a moment whilst I heat him up a bottle?”
“No problem.” Jensen smiled. “Take your time.”
The baby was quiet now, wide brown eyes watching him, lips pressed together in a soft, sucking movement. Jensen lifted his little finger and pressed it between the baby’s lips, watching as his mouth closed around the digit and sucked hard.
“I guess you are hungry sport.” Jensen grinned. “Well grandma will be along in a moment and then you can get what you want - ok?”
Sherri looked harried when she returned but smiled as she saw Jensen talking to the baby. “Thank you,” she said, gratefully. “Would you like to - I mean - do you want to give him his bottle?”
“Sure.” Jensen took the warm milk from her hand and placed the teat of the bottle in the baby’s wide mouth. The baby made a whimper of pure pleasure and began to suck, contentment settling on his tiny features. “He’s beautiful,” he said.
“Yes...” Sherri looked worn out, exhausted. “He is.”
“Doesn’t - doesn’t Jared - help - at all?”
“No.” She rubbed a hand across her face. “Apart from the night of his birth - he - he hasn’t even touched him.” She swallowed, “I can understand - don’t get me wrong - he has - it has - everything has been terrible.”
“But this is his son...”
“I know - it sounds horrible - but I think that - somehow - and he hasn’t said anything Jensen and I feel dreadful for saying this - but I think he blames the baby for - for what happened.”
“Oh Sherri - I am so sorry - he - he has changed so much.” Jensen tucked his hand under the baby’s head, stroking his hair. “I know he is grieving - but - but he is so different - not like Jared at all.”
She sniffed hard, her hand going into the pocket of her robe. “Oh Jensen,” she said, as the tears came. “All I want is my son back!”
Jared
He dressed slowly, his fingers so numb he could barely manage the buttons. He had specified no dark colours, no black, no suits, no formal clothing. She wouldn’t have wanted it and he didn’t want it either. He bit his lip as he saw how badly the pink shirt, one of his favourites, hung off his body and he tightened the belt of his faded jeans. He didn’t want to do this, couldn’t do it. His legs buckled and he found himself sinking onto the bed, his head buried in his trembling hands. He took deep breaths, squeezing his eyes shut - he had to do this - it was the last thing he could ever do for her. He stood up and finished dressing, running a comb through his untidy hair and splashing aftershave on his cheeks.
He would make her proud of him.
He hadn’t realised how many tears he could actually shed; how much he could cry. He was vaguely aware of his mom next to him and his dad and Megan in the pew behind. He felt a strong hand on the small of his spine and he stood straighter, recognising the touch and leaning into it. He felt Jensen’s fingers flex, massaging his skin, and he lifted his head, feeling the tears freeze on his cheeks in the cold air.
It was a beautiful day; deep blue sky and fresh winter sun. Unseasonably cold, for Texas, but fitting somehow. He looked up into the sky, watching the birds flying, seeing the faint trace of a jet plane as it skimmed its way through the clouds. Everything seemed calm, peaceful and normal and he wondered how nature could ignore the churning chaos inside of him.
Back at his parent’s home, there was food and drink laid out but all he wanted to do was to hide in his room, drink himself senseless and sleep away the rest of the day. Only the solid presence of Jensen beside him kept him upright and sane and he clung to the older man, not wanting him to move away, keeping him in his sights, needing him more than he had needed anything or anyone for years.
The baby was crying; his mom had looked after him for the entire ceremony and now he was fractious and hungry. He looked round for Megan or his dad but no one took any notice, they were all too busy, too wrapped up in their own grief to take notice of the insistent cries.
“You should pick him up dude.” Jensen’s voice was close to his ears. “He just wants his dad - that’s all.”
Jared stared at him, confused. “Mom’ll do it!”
“No...” Jensen gripped his arm firmly. “You need to do it.”
“Get off me!” Jared felt anger, unreasonable, uncontrollable, rise up inside of him. “I need a drink.”
“No - you need to see to your son.” Jensen kept his hand tight on Jared’s forearm.
“Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?” Jared tried to pull away, voice rising. He was aware of all the guests turning to look at him, eyes concerned, sympathetic. He bit his lip and backed away, Jensen following.
Jared shifted, pulling out of Jensen’s grip and bolting for the door. He flung himself into the garden, throwing himself onto the grass, uncaring of the mud and cold, sobs beginning to shake him.
“Jared...” He heard Jensen’s voice, soft, sympathetic and he heard the desperate cries of the baby. “Come on man - listen - listen to me. I know you are hurting Jay - and I know that I can’t even begin to imagine how you feel - but - but this little one - he’s your son and, more importantly, he’s Sandy’s son. He is a little part of her Jared - with him - you’ll always have something - think about it - she’s not gone from you completely Jay - think about it.”
Realisation dawned and he got up slowly, his eyes fixed on Jensen’s green ones. He staggered, unsteadily, towards his friend and held out his hands, taking his son, holding him awkwardly, feeling the tiny body trembling against his, his cries throbbing through him.
“It’ll be alright,” he ground out, his own sobs so loud and grating that they drowned out the pitiful sniffling of his baby. “It’ll be alright.” He knew he was saying it as much for his benefit as the baby’s, but he didn’t stop, just kept repeating it, as if it had become his mantra. “It’ll be alright.”
Jensen watched, swallowing down his own tears, his hand reaching out to touch Jared’s shoulder tentatively. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s go inside - it’s getting cold out here.”
Jared went obediently, his son still clutched in clumsy hands and Jensen drew him closer, aware that something had changed and for the best.
It was going to be alright now - he was sure of it.
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!
Thanks too for all the lovely and positive reviews. I’m not good at replying cos I never know what to say - but I do appreciate them and they help my muse to flow!
Previous chapter
January 2011 - Jensen
Somewhere, in the back of his mind, there was a baby crying. Jensen groaned and turned over but the wails became more insistent, more determined and he rubbed his eyes, cursing jet-lag and time differences. Wide awake now, he swung his feet out of bed and shuffled down the corridor towards the noise.
The room was small and cramped. It wasn’t actually a nursery and Jensen realised that this was just a spare room that Sherri had attempted to make a little more homely for the baby’s sake.
There were a few soft toys in the corner and a Winnie-the-Pooh night light flooded the darkness with an orange glow. The light looked old and cracked and Jensen smiled a little as he realised that the lamp must have once belonged to Jared or Megan.
Jensen leant over the cot and peered in. The baby’s face was red and angry, tears spilling over soft cheeks, mouth open and wailing. Tiny fists waved in the air and Jensen could see the covers moving as the baby appeared to be stamping his feet.
Jensen shook his head, ruefully and, gingerly, reached into the cot and lifted the baby out gently, keeping his hand behind the soft, downy head. The baby paused for a moment, taking a breath, his eyes on Jensen’s face. Jensen ran a hand over the pink skin of his cheek, feeling the heat and dampness of tears.
“You just want some attention huh?” He whispered, shifting a little so that he could rest the little body comfortably on his shoulder. “Are you wet?” He slipped a finger under the white babygro and under the rustling diaper. “Nah - snug as can be - so - why are you crying?”
He moved backwards and sat down in the corner of the room, manoeuvring the baby so that he was lying in Jensen’s arms. “Let me look at you.”
The sobbing had quietened to soft sniffs and Jensen’s throat closed as he stared down at Jared’s son. The baby’s skin was soft, dark brown hair standing up in tufts on the top of his head. He had his father’s tip-tilted nose and slanting cat-like eyes, but his colouring, with those dark brown eyes and deep pink skin, was purely Sandy’s.
“You are gonna be a really handsome devil when you grow up,” he whispered, as if they were sharing secrets. “Just like your dad.”
The door creaked and Jensen looked up, suddenly guilty, to see Sherri Padalecki staring at him with wide eyes. She was wearing a long robe and slippers and her eyes were fuzzy with sleep. “Jensen?”
“Guilty as charged!” He flushed a little, holding the baby against him, feeling him breath, hearing his snuffles and his whimpers. “I - I heard him crying - didn’t know what was wrong.”
“He probably wants feeding.” She stared down at her grandson with undisguised love and tenderness. “Would you - could you hold him a moment whilst I heat him up a bottle?”
“No problem.” Jensen smiled. “Take your time.”
The baby was quiet now, wide brown eyes watching him, lips pressed together in a soft, sucking movement. Jensen lifted his little finger and pressed it between the baby’s lips, watching as his mouth closed around the digit and sucked hard.
“I guess you are hungry sport.” Jensen grinned. “Well grandma will be along in a moment and then you can get what you want - ok?”
Sherri looked harried when she returned but smiled as she saw Jensen talking to the baby. “Thank you,” she said, gratefully. “Would you like to - I mean - do you want to give him his bottle?”
“Sure.” Jensen took the warm milk from her hand and placed the teat of the bottle in the baby’s wide mouth. The baby made a whimper of pure pleasure and began to suck, contentment settling on his tiny features. “He’s beautiful,” he said.
“Yes...” Sherri looked worn out, exhausted. “He is.”
“Doesn’t - doesn’t Jared - help - at all?”
“No.” She rubbed a hand across her face. “Apart from the night of his birth - he - he hasn’t even touched him.” She swallowed, “I can understand - don’t get me wrong - he has - it has - everything has been terrible.”
“But this is his son...”
“I know - it sounds horrible - but I think that - somehow - and he hasn’t said anything Jensen and I feel dreadful for saying this - but I think he blames the baby for - for what happened.”
“Oh Sherri - I am so sorry - he - he has changed so much.” Jensen tucked his hand under the baby’s head, stroking his hair. “I know he is grieving - but - but he is so different - not like Jared at all.”
She sniffed hard, her hand going into the pocket of her robe. “Oh Jensen,” she said, as the tears came. “All I want is my son back!”
Jared
He dressed slowly, his fingers so numb he could barely manage the buttons. He had specified no dark colours, no black, no suits, no formal clothing. She wouldn’t have wanted it and he didn’t want it either. He bit his lip as he saw how badly the pink shirt, one of his favourites, hung off his body and he tightened the belt of his faded jeans. He didn’t want to do this, couldn’t do it. His legs buckled and he found himself sinking onto the bed, his head buried in his trembling hands. He took deep breaths, squeezing his eyes shut - he had to do this - it was the last thing he could ever do for her. He stood up and finished dressing, running a comb through his untidy hair and splashing aftershave on his cheeks.
He would make her proud of him.
He hadn’t realised how many tears he could actually shed; how much he could cry. He was vaguely aware of his mom next to him and his dad and Megan in the pew behind. He felt a strong hand on the small of his spine and he stood straighter, recognising the touch and leaning into it. He felt Jensen’s fingers flex, massaging his skin, and he lifted his head, feeling the tears freeze on his cheeks in the cold air.
It was a beautiful day; deep blue sky and fresh winter sun. Unseasonably cold, for Texas, but fitting somehow. He looked up into the sky, watching the birds flying, seeing the faint trace of a jet plane as it skimmed its way through the clouds. Everything seemed calm, peaceful and normal and he wondered how nature could ignore the churning chaos inside of him.
Back at his parent’s home, there was food and drink laid out but all he wanted to do was to hide in his room, drink himself senseless and sleep away the rest of the day. Only the solid presence of Jensen beside him kept him upright and sane and he clung to the older man, not wanting him to move away, keeping him in his sights, needing him more than he had needed anything or anyone for years.
The baby was crying; his mom had looked after him for the entire ceremony and now he was fractious and hungry. He looked round for Megan or his dad but no one took any notice, they were all too busy, too wrapped up in their own grief to take notice of the insistent cries.
“You should pick him up dude.” Jensen’s voice was close to his ears. “He just wants his dad - that’s all.”
Jared stared at him, confused. “Mom’ll do it!”
“No...” Jensen gripped his arm firmly. “You need to do it.”
“Get off me!” Jared felt anger, unreasonable, uncontrollable, rise up inside of him. “I need a drink.”
“No - you need to see to your son.” Jensen kept his hand tight on Jared’s forearm.
“Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?” Jared tried to pull away, voice rising. He was aware of all the guests turning to look at him, eyes concerned, sympathetic. He bit his lip and backed away, Jensen following.
Jared shifted, pulling out of Jensen’s grip and bolting for the door. He flung himself into the garden, throwing himself onto the grass, uncaring of the mud and cold, sobs beginning to shake him.
“Jared...” He heard Jensen’s voice, soft, sympathetic and he heard the desperate cries of the baby. “Come on man - listen - listen to me. I know you are hurting Jay - and I know that I can’t even begin to imagine how you feel - but - but this little one - he’s your son and, more importantly, he’s Sandy’s son. He is a little part of her Jared - with him - you’ll always have something - think about it - she’s not gone from you completely Jay - think about it.”
Realisation dawned and he got up slowly, his eyes fixed on Jensen’s green ones. He staggered, unsteadily, towards his friend and held out his hands, taking his son, holding him awkwardly, feeling the tiny body trembling against his, his cries throbbing through him.
“It’ll be alright,” he ground out, his own sobs so loud and grating that they drowned out the pitiful sniffling of his baby. “It’ll be alright.” He knew he was saying it as much for his benefit as the baby’s, but he didn’t stop, just kept repeating it, as if it had become his mantra. “It’ll be alright.”
Jensen watched, swallowing down his own tears, his hand reaching out to touch Jared’s shoulder tentatively. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s go inside - it’s getting cold out here.”
Jared went obediently, his son still clutched in clumsy hands and Jensen drew him closer, aware that something had changed and for the best.
It was going to be alright now - he was sure of it.
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