Quarantine
Title: Quarantine
Fandom: RPF
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Word Count: 784
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Idk, idk, beer drinking.
Summary: For strgazr04’s prompt in the J2 Hurt/Comfort Comment Fic Meme: Jared gets a really bad cold (flu? pneumonia? strep?) and can't be around baby Thomas. He gets quarantined to stay with Jensen who helps him both with his illness and with being sad over missing Thomas.
“Alright!” Jensen marches into the room with a cooler and sets it on the floor in front of the couch, between him and Jared. He slides it open, revealing ice and beer. “Here we go!” He tosses Jared the remote, only to watch it thump against Jared’s slouched, miserable form. “What?” Jensen asks, trying his best to sound insulted. “You’re not happy to spend some time with me?”
Jared rolls his eyes. “I see you every waking moment of my life.”
Jensen pauses as he leans down for a beer and eyes Jared. “Harsh.”
“God, I’m sorry,” Jared says, sighing. “I just feel so shitty, and being away from Thomas…I’m away from him enough already.” Jared accepts the beer Jensen hands him, opens it, and takes a swig, sniffling afterwards. “I’m a shitty father.” Jensen punches Jared in the arm, hard, and Jared nearly drops his beer. “OW! Jesus!”
“Don’t ever let me hear you say that again,” Jensen says, and Jared can only nod at the stern look Jensen’s giving him, the finger pointed at his face. “I’m only gonna say this once, alright?” Jared nods again, rubbing his arm. “I know you feel bad that you have to work so much, and that Gen has a lot to handle with Thomas, but I’m sick of you killing yourself over it. You are not an absent father. I’ve seen you changing diapers, and getting thrown up on, and showing Thomas off because you’re so damn proud of him, it’s sickening.” Jared huffs a quiet laugh, and Jensen lightens up a little, sitting back and drinking his beer. “You’re supporting your family, Jared. And you still find time to spend with them and make them feel loved. Plenty of kids wish they had a father like you. So if I hear you say anything like that again? The next one’s comin’ at your face.”
Jared looks over at Jensen and smiles, then shakes his head, laughing. “Man, talk about tough love.”
“Damn straight.”
“Thanks,” Jared says, staring down at his beer bottle. “Not just for what you just said, but for everything.” He pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath. “What you said at the convention, in Dallas, about being a support system for us…”
“Aw, man, come on,” Jensen groans, rolling his eyes and dropping his head back against the couch. “I was just messin’ around.”
“No, no, no.” Jared shakes his head and looks over at Jensen. “It’s the truth. It’s always been the truth, even before Thomas. Even before Gen.” He laughs a little and plays with the label on his bottle again. “You remember how scared I was to even ask her out?”
“Yeah,” Jensen says, smirking. “God, you were such a wuss.”
“Hey, all joking aside, you’ve backed me up on everything, and I don’t even know if I’d be where I am now if you didn’t encourage me and tell me it was okay. And now you work with me to try to get me more time with Thomas, you take me in when I don’t want to get him sick…” Jared smiles when he sees Jensen just nodding and staring at his own bottle. He can still see the acceptance and affection in Jensen’s expression, but knows that Jensen hates when they get so sentimental. Jared reaches over and squeezes Jensen’s shoulder. “Thank you. Really. You don’t have to do all this.”
“You’d do the same for me,” Jensen answers, and with a brief glance and a pat on the knee, he says pretty much all he needs to say. “Now come on, pick something to watch, relax, and drink your beer.”
Jared sniffles again, then ends up coughing. He leans forward, the cough breaking up and making him lose his breath a little, Jensen’s hand immediately on his back. “Dude,” he wheezes, sitting back again. “You really think beer is gonna help anything? I’m sick.”
“You’ll be fine,” Jensen says, putting his feet up on the coffee table. “Besides, it’ll make you feel better.”
Jared raises an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Yeah,” Jensen says, shrugging and looking over at him. “It’ll boost your morale. It’s like a guys’ night, except you can’t have too many, ‘cause you’re sick. And I’ll make sure you take your medicine later.”
Jared laughs. “Wow, well, good thing you’re a doctor.”
“Hey, you don’t have to do what I tell you to do,” Jensen says, elbowing Jared. “Be a leader, not a follower, Jared.”
“Doctor and motivational speaker,” Jared remarks, taking another sip of his beer. “Well, if this whole acting thing doesn’t work out, at least you have some other options.”
Jensen snorts. “Shut up and put the damn TV on.”
Fandom: RPF
Characters: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Word Count: 784
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Idk, idk, beer drinking.
Summary: For strgazr04’s prompt in the J2 Hurt/Comfort Comment Fic Meme: Jared gets a really bad cold (flu? pneumonia? strep?) and can't be around baby Thomas. He gets quarantined to stay with Jensen who helps him both with his illness and with being sad over missing Thomas.
“Alright!” Jensen marches into the room with a cooler and sets it on the floor in front of the couch, between him and Jared. He slides it open, revealing ice and beer. “Here we go!” He tosses Jared the remote, only to watch it thump against Jared’s slouched, miserable form. “What?” Jensen asks, trying his best to sound insulted. “You’re not happy to spend some time with me?”
Jared rolls his eyes. “I see you every waking moment of my life.”
Jensen pauses as he leans down for a beer and eyes Jared. “Harsh.”
“God, I’m sorry,” Jared says, sighing. “I just feel so shitty, and being away from Thomas…I’m away from him enough already.” Jared accepts the beer Jensen hands him, opens it, and takes a swig, sniffling afterwards. “I’m a shitty father.” Jensen punches Jared in the arm, hard, and Jared nearly drops his beer. “OW! Jesus!”
“Don’t ever let me hear you say that again,” Jensen says, and Jared can only nod at the stern look Jensen’s giving him, the finger pointed at his face. “I’m only gonna say this once, alright?” Jared nods again, rubbing his arm. “I know you feel bad that you have to work so much, and that Gen has a lot to handle with Thomas, but I’m sick of you killing yourself over it. You are not an absent father. I’ve seen you changing diapers, and getting thrown up on, and showing Thomas off because you’re so damn proud of him, it’s sickening.” Jared huffs a quiet laugh, and Jensen lightens up a little, sitting back and drinking his beer. “You’re supporting your family, Jared. And you still find time to spend with them and make them feel loved. Plenty of kids wish they had a father like you. So if I hear you say anything like that again? The next one’s comin’ at your face.”
Jared looks over at Jensen and smiles, then shakes his head, laughing. “Man, talk about tough love.”
“Damn straight.”
“Thanks,” Jared says, staring down at his beer bottle. “Not just for what you just said, but for everything.” He pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath. “What you said at the convention, in Dallas, about being a support system for us…”
“Aw, man, come on,” Jensen groans, rolling his eyes and dropping his head back against the couch. “I was just messin’ around.”
“No, no, no.” Jared shakes his head and looks over at Jensen. “It’s the truth. It’s always been the truth, even before Thomas. Even before Gen.” He laughs a little and plays with the label on his bottle again. “You remember how scared I was to even ask her out?”
“Yeah,” Jensen says, smirking. “God, you were such a wuss.”
“Hey, all joking aside, you’ve backed me up on everything, and I don’t even know if I’d be where I am now if you didn’t encourage me and tell me it was okay. And now you work with me to try to get me more time with Thomas, you take me in when I don’t want to get him sick…” Jared smiles when he sees Jensen just nodding and staring at his own bottle. He can still see the acceptance and affection in Jensen’s expression, but knows that Jensen hates when they get so sentimental. Jared reaches over and squeezes Jensen’s shoulder. “Thank you. Really. You don’t have to do all this.”
“You’d do the same for me,” Jensen answers, and with a brief glance and a pat on the knee, he says pretty much all he needs to say. “Now come on, pick something to watch, relax, and drink your beer.”
Jared sniffles again, then ends up coughing. He leans forward, the cough breaking up and making him lose his breath a little, Jensen’s hand immediately on his back. “Dude,” he wheezes, sitting back again. “You really think beer is gonna help anything? I’m sick.”
“You’ll be fine,” Jensen says, putting his feet up on the coffee table. “Besides, it’ll make you feel better.”
Jared raises an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Yeah,” Jensen says, shrugging and looking over at him. “It’ll boost your morale. It’s like a guys’ night, except you can’t have too many, ‘cause you’re sick. And I’ll make sure you take your medicine later.”
Jared laughs. “Wow, well, good thing you’re a doctor.”
“Hey, you don’t have to do what I tell you to do,” Jensen says, elbowing Jared. “Be a leader, not a follower, Jared.”
“Doctor and motivational speaker,” Jared remarks, taking another sip of his beer. “Well, if this whole acting thing doesn’t work out, at least you have some other options.”
Jensen snorts. “Shut up and put the damn TV on.”