We Made it Through the Rain, Epilogue
Title: We Made it Through the Rain
Author: tcs1121
Artist: bluefire986
Characters and Pairing: Jensen/Jared, Felicia Day, DJ Qualls, Chad Michael Murry, Misha Collins, Osric Chau, Jim Beaver, OCs
Cameos and mentions: Genevieve Cortese, Rob Benedict, Alona Tal, Aliana Huffman, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Bryan Norcross
Rating: NC-17
Genre: J2 AU, hurt/comfort. Timestamp to my 2019 Big Bang Marconi Plays the Mamba. This timestamp is pure, self-indulgent, Jensen hurt/Jared comfort.
Word Count: ~30,120
Beta: kee, who understands me and makes me better. Cheers to us, bb!
Warnings: H/C with an NC-17 rating (and some humor)
Disclaimer: Untrue story. Character names are being used without permission. No money changes hands.
A/N 1. I suggest you read Marconi Plays the Mambafor the full context. It's a fun story. Some of the early dialogue is straight from Marconi, but this story is from Jared's point of view.
A/N 2. This is Jensen's rescue plus the four-month recovery/rehab left out of the original story. It is all Hurt!Jensen/Caring!Jared all the time.
A/N 3. This timestamp begins during the storm, seconds before the defenestration. I can't help it. I love that word and I probably won't ever be able to use it in a story again.
Summary:
"I get congratulated for every little, normal thing, like getting toothpaste on my toothbrush instead of all over my clothes. I get recognized and thanked a dozen times a day, but Jared, you know what? I don't feel strong or brave, and I sure as hell don't feel lucky. I feel damaged, like, everywhere. Every piece of me is moving in a way that hurts. I don't deserve their appreciation, I don't want their platitudes, I just want to be normal and not broken all to bits."
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Back to Chapter Four
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"Bryan Norcross gave me a medal, Jared. A medal." Jensen waved the box with his Civilian Medal of Valor.
Meddie Ackles-Padalecki wagged her brown-tipped tail and bounded over to the patio door.
"I know," Jared scratched her ears before letting her out. "That was awesome."
"And I got a pink rose for admiration and appreciation. Those kids and their teacher said I saved their lives."
"I know," Jared said, proudly. "You're their hero."
"And Scout was in the front row with us. How cool is that? They made an exception for Scout to be there in the auditorium."
"I know." Jared nodded. "He was very well behaved."
"I know you know! Give me a break. I'm still excited and basking in the afterglow of the event, and if you can't handle it, then," Jensen raised a hand, "Be gone before somebody drops a house on you, too."
Jared stilled, suddenly speechless.
"Too soon?" Jensen asked, gently.
"A little," he admitted.
"It's too bad that mom couldn't make it, but I'm sure you took enough pictures to make her feel like she was there." Jensen hobbled over and reverently placed the box with his medal on the mantlepiece.
"So many pictures," Jared agreed.
"You're the best." Jensen turned and shot him a smile without a number. "Hey, are you hungry?"
"I could eat." He let a bouncing Medardus inside, where she flopped on the rug looking cute. Jared had taught her not to jump on Jensen.
"You can always eat," Jensen joked, reaching down to scratch under her chin. "Hey Meddiegirl, how're you doing, pretty puppy?"
Meddie's tail slapped the floor with gusto.
"How's this good girl? Who's a good girl? Meddie's a good girl. Your daddies are going to go out and eat, but we'll come right back. Is that okay, girl? Is that okay? You're a pretty girl, you know that? Meddie's a real pretty girl."
This went on for several minutes while Jared waited patiently.
"So," Jensen finally said. "What do you feel like? Lord of the Fries? Juan in a Million? A Salt & Battery?"
"I could go for some seafood. How about The Codfather?"
"No, I had some bad haddock there last time. How about pizza at Cheesy Does It."
"Not feeling like pizza. We could get those roasted chicken breasts at Poultrygeist."
"How can you not feel like pizza?" Jensen asked. "How can anyone not feel like pizza?"
"Or…" Jared said with a smile.
"Or?"
"The new restaurant on Park Place. Thai Me Up."
"I can't see how a restaurant with that name could be bad."
"Yeah, they took over Thai Tanic. So, what do you say? Thai Me Up?"
"Any time, big boy," Jensen purred, reaching for his cane.
"Hey, Jared?"
"Mmm?"
"I heard what you said when I fell asleep after the sex."
"You did, huh?" Jared put his arm around Jensen. "The part about needing to build up your stamina?"
"My stamina?" Jensen's eyebrows knitted together. "Actually, I don't remember that part."
"Then, what part?"
Jensen hugged both arms around Jared's waist. "Loving you, is the best thing I have ever done in my life. I still pinch myself sometime to see if I'm going to wake up, because you are my dream everything."
Jensen turned Jared's face, angled it carefully, and kissed him thoroughly.
"You're right," Jared said. "You can out-sap me."
"Shut up." Jensen said heading for the garage.
"Hey, there's something I've always wanted to know." Jared unlocked the car doors.
"What?"
"In Star Trek: TOS, in Amok Time, during Spock's Pon farr…"
"When they fought Vulcan style with the lirpa and the ahn woon?" Jensen got into the passenger side. "I loved the way T'Pau said "aahn voon."
"Yeah, do you think Dr. McCoy did it on purpose? You know, gave Kirk the shot to make up for the air so he'd pass out and fake die?" Jared backed out of the garage and aimed towards Thai Me Up.
"Are you kidding me?" Jensen was momentarily verklempt. "Of course, it was on purpose. I can't believe you'd think that Dr. McCoy would've been that inept, Jared. I mean, seriously? I mean he was a doctor, not a climatologist, but still…"
To Jared, if felt like they were walking on sunshine on Just Another Blindingly Bright Late Afternoon in Coconut Bay. And damn, don't it feel good.
~~~fin~~~
Very special thanks to my artist bluefire986 for making Jared look so in love, and for making Jensen look so perfectly injured. Go to her site HERE and leave her some love. Many, many thanks, my dear.
A/N 4. At first, I tinkered with the idea of adding the rescue and recovery to the original story, but it was a bit more serious than I anticipated. So, I decided I would write a 7000 to 9000 word timestamp to fill in the four months. As you see, it turned into its own Big Bang.
Not sorry.
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Star Trek TOS= The Original Series
HIPPA Privacy Rules
Catatumbo Lightning
Music Links
I Made it Through the Rain
Walking On Sunshine
Don't Give Up On Us Baby
Rock You Like a Hurricane
Wind Cries Mary
There's a Storm Coming
Blame It On the Rain
Tryin' To Reason With Hurricane Season
It Will Rain
Have I Told You Lately That I Love You-Rod Steward version
Have I Told You Lately That I Love You-Van Morrison version
gif by 2blueshoes from the original Marconi Plays the Mamba
Author: tcs1121
Artist: bluefire986
Characters and Pairing: Jensen/Jared, Felicia Day, DJ Qualls, Chad Michael Murry, Misha Collins, Osric Chau, Jim Beaver, OCs
Cameos and mentions: Genevieve Cortese, Rob Benedict, Alona Tal, Aliana Huffman, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Bryan Norcross
Rating: NC-17
Genre: J2 AU, hurt/comfort. Timestamp to my 2019 Big Bang Marconi Plays the Mamba. This timestamp is pure, self-indulgent, Jensen hurt/Jared comfort.
Word Count: ~30,120
Beta: kee, who understands me and makes me better. Cheers to us, bb!
Warnings: H/C with an NC-17 rating (and some humor)
Disclaimer: Untrue story. Character names are being used without permission. No money changes hands.
A/N 1. I suggest you read Marconi Plays the Mambafor the full context. It's a fun story. Some of the early dialogue is straight from Marconi, but this story is from Jared's point of view.
A/N 2. This is Jensen's rescue plus the four-month recovery/rehab left out of the original story. It is all Hurt!Jensen/Caring!Jared all the time.
A/N 3. This timestamp begins during the storm, seconds before the defenestration. I can't help it. I love that word and I probably won't ever be able to use it in a story again.
Summary:
"I get congratulated for every little, normal thing, like getting toothpaste on my toothbrush instead of all over my clothes. I get recognized and thanked a dozen times a day, but Jared, you know what? I don't feel strong or brave, and I sure as hell don't feel lucky. I feel damaged, like, everywhere. Every piece of me is moving in a way that hurts. I don't deserve their appreciation, I don't want their platitudes, I just want to be normal and not broken all to bits."
~~*~~*~~
Back to Chapter Four
~~*~~*~~
~~*~~*~~
"Bryan Norcross gave me a medal, Jared. A medal." Jensen waved the box with his Civilian Medal of Valor.
Meddie Ackles-Padalecki wagged her brown-tipped tail and bounded over to the patio door.
"I know," Jared scratched her ears before letting her out. "That was awesome."
"And I got a pink rose for admiration and appreciation. Those kids and their teacher said I saved their lives."
"I know," Jared said, proudly. "You're their hero."
"And Scout was in the front row with us. How cool is that? They made an exception for Scout to be there in the auditorium."
"I know." Jared nodded. "He was very well behaved."
"I know you know! Give me a break. I'm still excited and basking in the afterglow of the event, and if you can't handle it, then," Jensen raised a hand, "Be gone before somebody drops a house on you, too."
Jared stilled, suddenly speechless.
"Too soon?" Jensen asked, gently.
"A little," he admitted.
"It's too bad that mom couldn't make it, but I'm sure you took enough pictures to make her feel like she was there." Jensen hobbled over and reverently placed the box with his medal on the mantlepiece.
"So many pictures," Jared agreed.
"You're the best." Jensen turned and shot him a smile without a number. "Hey, are you hungry?"
"I could eat." He let a bouncing Medardus inside, where she flopped on the rug looking cute. Jared had taught her not to jump on Jensen.
"You can always eat," Jensen joked, reaching down to scratch under her chin. "Hey Meddiegirl, how're you doing, pretty puppy?"
Meddie's tail slapped the floor with gusto.
"How's this good girl? Who's a good girl? Meddie's a good girl. Your daddies are going to go out and eat, but we'll come right back. Is that okay, girl? Is that okay? You're a pretty girl, you know that? Meddie's a real pretty girl."
This went on for several minutes while Jared waited patiently.
"So," Jensen finally said. "What do you feel like? Lord of the Fries? Juan in a Million? A Salt & Battery?"
"I could go for some seafood. How about The Codfather?"
"No, I had some bad haddock there last time. How about pizza at Cheesy Does It."
"Not feeling like pizza. We could get those roasted chicken breasts at Poultrygeist."
"How can you not feel like pizza?" Jensen asked. "How can anyone not feel like pizza?"
"Or…" Jared said with a smile.
"Or?"
"The new restaurant on Park Place. Thai Me Up."
"I can't see how a restaurant with that name could be bad."
"Yeah, they took over Thai Tanic. So, what do you say? Thai Me Up?"
"Any time, big boy," Jensen purred, reaching for his cane.
"Hey, Jared?"
"Mmm?"
"I heard what you said when I fell asleep after the sex."
"You did, huh?" Jared put his arm around Jensen. "The part about needing to build up your stamina?"
"My stamina?" Jensen's eyebrows knitted together. "Actually, I don't remember that part."
"Then, what part?"
Jensen hugged both arms around Jared's waist. "Loving you, is the best thing I have ever done in my life. I still pinch myself sometime to see if I'm going to wake up, because you are my dream everything."
Jensen turned Jared's face, angled it carefully, and kissed him thoroughly.
"You're right," Jared said. "You can out-sap me."
"Shut up." Jensen said heading for the garage.
"Hey, there's something I've always wanted to know." Jared unlocked the car doors.
"What?"
"In Star Trek: TOS, in Amok Time, during Spock's Pon farr…"
"When they fought Vulcan style with the lirpa and the ahn woon?" Jensen got into the passenger side. "I loved the way T'Pau said "aahn voon."
"Yeah, do you think Dr. McCoy did it on purpose? You know, gave Kirk the shot to make up for the air so he'd pass out and fake die?" Jared backed out of the garage and aimed towards Thai Me Up.
"Are you kidding me?" Jensen was momentarily verklempt. "Of course, it was on purpose. I can't believe you'd think that Dr. McCoy would've been that inept, Jared. I mean, seriously? I mean he was a doctor, not a climatologist, but still…"
To Jared, if felt like they were walking on sunshine on Just Another Blindingly Bright Late Afternoon in Coconut Bay. And damn, don't it feel good.
~~~fin~~~
Very special thanks to my artist bluefire986 for making Jared look so in love, and for making Jensen look so perfectly injured. Go to her site HERE and leave her some love. Many, many thanks, my dear.
A/N 4. At first, I tinkered with the idea of adding the rescue and recovery to the original story, but it was a bit more serious than I anticipated. So, I decided I would write a 7000 to 9000 word timestamp to fill in the four months. As you see, it turned into its own Big Bang.
Not sorry.
~~*~~*~~
Star Trek TOS= The Original Series
HIPPA Privacy Rules
Catatumbo Lightning
Music Links
I Made it Through the Rain
Walking On Sunshine
Don't Give Up On Us Baby
Rock You Like a Hurricane
Wind Cries Mary
There's a Storm Coming
Blame It On the Rain
Tryin' To Reason With Hurricane Season
It Will Rain
Have I Told You Lately That I Love You-Rod Steward version
Have I Told You Lately That I Love You-Van Morrison version
gif by 2blueshoes from the original Marconi Plays the Mamba