Death Becomes Me 5/6 SPN RPS
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evila_elfTitle: Death Becomes Me Chapter 5 of 6
Rating: R
Pairing: Jared/Jensen pre-slash
Word count: 2720 (this part)
Summary: Ever wonder what it would be like to wake up dead? Jensen doesn’t have to wonder. He is finding his own death very inconvenient.
Warnings: This is a death fic, but with a twist. Not sure if you can read it? Drop me an e-mail.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them. I just borrow them for torturing purposes.
The group sat in a rough circle. No one had spoken since they had returned from Jensen’s flashback. Alicia had been upset and left, Albert following her after an apology and hug to Jensen. Jensen figured they saw more than they were expecting to and he wondered if he would ever see them again. He wondered what the gossip chain was like.
Jensen’s head throbbed, almost drowning out the sound of voices that were still present. He closed his eyes, focusing until he could hear the one voice he recognized. An elbow to his side scattered his concentration.
“Stop reaching,” Abby hissed at him.
He frowned, frustrated, not used to sitting and doing nothing. Sure, there was a lot of waiting around on set, but he always had some sort of gadget in his hand. Or Jared next to him to help make the time pass.
“Finally,” Benji muttered.
Jensen was about to ask ‘Finally, what?’ when he felt the familiar tingle of day.
Katrina stretched, groaning with pleasure. “Now that I feel like I can move again...” she leaned over and gave Jensen a hug. “I’m so sorry. I hope they catch him.”
“’They’? ‘They’ seem to think that I killed myself! Damn it...Jared thinks I did it because of what he told me.” He moaned, burying his face in his hands. The shock of finding out his best friend was gay had been overshadowed by the shock that he himself had been murdered. “Why do I have to wait until night to talk to him?” It occurred to him that he hadn’t even asked, just blindly took Abby’s word for it.
“This type of connection is very difficult to maintain. It takes a different type of energy, and when you burn it, you can’t take any in,” Abby told him.
“And if you screw up, there should only be a short wait until you can recharge. The night is lonely if you drain yourself.” Another comment from Benji.
“So I can do it during the day?”
“Please don’t.” Abby touched his hand. “You’re not ready for that.”
Jensen struggled to his feet. He needed to move. To think. He excused himself from his friends and stepped off alone.
He kept track of the visions he passed: Inside of a pizza parlor where a gathering was playing pool; a bowling tournament; a birthday party, complete with hats, cake, and tons of kids...He paused to watch the kids running around chasing each other, apparently on a sugar high from a cake that didn’t exist, in a park that didn’t exist, being watched by someone who didn’t exist...It was enough to make Jensen’s head spin.
“Would you like some cake?”
Jensen blinked and turned his head toward a woman who looked to be in her mid 30s. Her hair was tied sharply back from her face, a few stray curls brushing her cheeks from where they had escaped. “Sure.” For lack of a polite way to refuse, he followed her to the table, finding a perfectly cut piece on a paper plate with a fork shoved in his hands. “Which one’s yours?” he asked as he picked up the fork.
“All of them.”
Jensen paused with his fork almost to his lips.
The woman laughed at his expression. “Mine are hopefully still in the land of the living. I used to love throwing birthday parties for them when they were little. You’re Jensen, aren’t you?”
He nodded, mouth full of cake.
“I think you are making a big mistake.” A cloud seemed to be cast over her sunny demeanor, though she still smiled politely at him.
He swallowed his mouthful. “Pardon?”
“Revisiting old memories is fine, but visiting with your present is only going to lead to heartache.”
“But Jared can see me...”
“So what? What makes you so special that you get to converse with your old life?”
Jensen was taken aback by the edge to her smiling voice. In the movies, this would be the part where she caused the sky to turn black and thunder would boom in the distance. But no. The air felt warm, and chirping birds, not lightning, dotted her words.
“You will never be able to be a part of that world anymore.”
The plate tipped from Jensen’s fingers, cake barely touched. It disappeared before it could land cake side down on the grass.
“Face the truth!” Her voice followed him as he fled.
***
Still not ready to see his friends, Jensen’s mind drifted to the thing he was trying to forget. He was murdered! Not that he would ever want to swap places with Jared, but why him? Why had Mike killed him? He could have just as easily waited and then snuck into Jared’s trailer. What if Mike planned to kill them both, and Jensen was just the first? But why risk a clean get away by coming back for Jared? But since when do insane guys who shoot people think rationally?
He plopped down on the edge of a grassy plot after making sure no one was close enough to give him any trouble, still stung over his last encounter. He traced his fingers in the seam between grass and white nothing. Before he could devise an idea to try to pry up the sod to see if nothing was under there, a sharp female cry pierced through his head, leaving his ears ringing so bad they felt like they were bleeding.
All around him everything vanished, turning to white, and he could see people covering their ears and kneeling to the ground in pain, which he was nearly blind from.
“Jensen!”
He heard Abby shriek his name and he struggled to his feet, stumbling in the direction the call had come from. He nearly tripped over the twin girls, curled up on the ground and crying into each other’s arms.
“What the hell just happened?”
Abby just shook her head. She was on the ground, tears running down her face, the rest of the small group in various states of distress.
“Abby?” Jensen kneeled next to her. “Benji? Can someone tell me what’s going on?”
Benji was the first to look at him, eyes shinning and full of pain. He moved his mouth, but no sound came out. He turned his head away.
Abby sniffed. “Remember when I said burning out was bad?” She made a blind sweeping gesture to the chaos all around them.
“It doesn’t hurt anymore.” In fact, Jensen felt fine, just a trace of uneasiness left in the pit of his stomach.
“But you remember what it was like to feel pain. We don’t.” She wiped at her tears with the back of her hand.
“Who was it?”
Abby shook her head.
This huge reaction for someone she don’t even know? And it was effecting everyone?
Jensen didn’t know what to do. He sat down and tried to ignore the raw pain he could see on his friends’ faces, tucking his knees up and crossing his arms over them. He waited.
***
Left alone with only his thoughts to keep him company, Jensen thought back to everything that had happened to him since he’d died. Lights that became people. Abby showing him how to visit the past, and how to see his present. Jared. Just like in life, Jared was a huge part of his world in death. But what if that part were cut off? If he could no longer talk to Jared. If Jared slowly forgot about him. Already, the voices in his head were calming, quieting, as one by one people got over his death and stopped mourning his passing. Got over the tragedy of the latest actor-suicide. As annoying as they were, Jensen would miss the voices and the small bit of comfort they gave him.
Not able to stand his own personal hell any longer, he stood, striding away, no longer concerned about finding his way back.
All around him were people who suffered. Tears down their faces. Hands over their ears. Holding each other for comfort. He saw The Birthday Party Lady, confused kids all around her, the twin girls in her lap as she stroked her hand through their curls. She glanced up to catch Jensen watching and glared at him, like somehow the whole thing was his fault.
Maybe ‘burning out’ wasn’t accidental, but just people who were fed up and wanted to commit post-death suicide. The thought brought a bubble of laughter to his throat. He suppressed it with difficulty, the same way you would if you wanted to laugh at a funeral.
He caught movement out of the corner of his eye and turned. A spot of color as someone erected up their happy illusion. Then another. And another. One by one, people joined in. But the colors seemed muted, like the difference between a cloudy day and a clear one. Between laughter and silence.
“Hey.”
“Hey.” Jensen returned Abby’s greeting, but didn’t turn toward her. “Is everything better now?
“It will be.”
***
“I want to do this one alone,” Jensen announced as soon as he could feel the tingle of day leaving him. “I’m a big boy,” he said to Abby’s doubtful look. “I’ll be careful?” he added when she didn’t speak.
“Fine.” She sighed softly.
“Hey. You can come along next time, okay?”
“Fine,” she repeated.
Jensen wondered if she was mad at him for something, or whatever the version of mad was for the afterlife, but he didn’t want to waste another moment.
“Are you going to tell him?” Benji asked, walking over.
“I’m not sure,” Jensen responded truthfully, settling himself down on the ground. He didn’t want Jared to get hurt if Mike decided to show up, but what good would telling him do? This would have to be something he played by ear. He took a deep breath and released it, closing his eyes, reaching, reaching...
Jensen didn’t pause to enjoy the fresh night air as he hurried for the house. He briefly stopped at the front door before moving quickly past the solid oak. As he jumped to the other side, an unmanly squeak startled him, followed by the sound of glass crashing to the floor.
Jared stared at him from the dining room, frozen, shards of glass and water at his feet.
Waving awkwardly, Jensen approached his gaping friend. “Sorry I didn’t show up last night.” He stepped over the broken glass, not thinking about how it wouldn’t hurt if he trod upon it.
Jared followed him into the kitchen and sat as Jensen motioned him to the table. He didn’t speak and seemed resigned to do whatever Jensen asked of him, sitting with head bowed, not looking up.
“Jared? What’s wrong?”
“Nothin’,” he mumbled.
Nothin’ was definitely not wrong. Jensen crossed his arms and made an attempt to sit down across from Jared. Attempted because his ass passed right through the chair and brought him thumping to the floor. A flash of remembered pain flared through him before leaving as quickly as it came. But he did get Jared’s attention.
Jared was silent for about five seconds, before his infectious laughter shot out of him and he doubled over against the table, arms across his middle like he was trying to keep his insides inside.
“Asshole,” Jensen grumbled, getting to his feet, brushing invisible dust from the butt of his jeans. “Come on, it wasn’t that funny!”
“The look on your face!” Jared could barely speak.
Jensen crossed his arms and waited for Jared to get a hold of himself. He glared at the chair, which just made Jared start laughing again.
“It’s good to see you, man,” Jared finally managed to say, the laughter still in his voice. “I am seeing you, right?”
“Haven’t we already been through this? How’s everything going?”
“It goes. Filming is put off indefinitely.”
“What about all the loose ends?”
“You died, man. No one really cares about the show right now.” Jared traced a groove in the table with his thumbnail. “We have a creative bunch. I’m sure something can be worked out.”
“What are you going to do now?”
“Guess go back to Texas. Spend some time with my family.”
Jensen felt a twinge of loss. “How’re mine doing?”
“They’re staying at the Holiday Inn.”
“Here?”
Jared nodded. “Your funeral is tomorrow afternoon.”
“Wow.” He swallowed passed the lump in his throat. “Just makes it seem more real.”
“You going to go?”
“Huh?”
“To your funeral.”
“Awkward much? And what if you aren’t the only one who can see me?”
“You haven’t talked to anyone else?”
Jensen shook his head. He felt an odd sort of burning on his hand and wondered if his time was up again, but then he noticed Jared’s gaze and followed it.
“So weird,” Jared said, fingers brushing against Jensen’s hand and disappearing from sight.
Jensen moved his hand outward, closer to Jared. “Can you feel anything?”
Jared closed his eyes. “Ripples,” he finally said. “Like I am in a current, only there’s no water. Tickles.”
Jensen felt warmth, then a soft beat, like the pulsing of a car that has the base turned up all the way. He moved his fingers higher and felt the heartbeat quicken.
“What are you doing?” Jared sounded breathless and, when Jensen looked up, his eyes were still closed.
“Sorry,” Jensen withdrew and reluctantly pulled away, already missing the first bit of warmth he had felt since he’d died.
Jared coughed, looking embarrassed.
Jensen searched for something to change the subject with. “I know what happened,” he blurted out, not wanting Jared to think he was responsible a moment longer.
Jared frowned, clearly confused. “What happened when?”
“When I died.”
“You remember?”
“No, I was able to see it.” He waved away Jared’s next question, not wanting to linger on the how. “I was murdered.”
“What?” The last of Jared’s blush drained away as his face paled. “Please tell me you’re lying.”
“You would rather I’da killed myself?”
“No, no, no....just..” He spread apart his hands, palms up, in a helpless gesture.
“Yeah, I was pretty shocked, too.”
“Do you know who did it?”
Jensen nodded.
“Well?”
“Promise me you won’t do anything stupid.”
Jared scoffed.
“Promise. Me.”
“Fine. I promise.”
Jensen wondered if he was going to ‘live’ to regret this. “Mike, the prop guy.”
Jared’s face paled even further.
“What? Jared, speak to me, man.”
“Mike was there at the set when we all found out. He talked to me for a few minutes. You know how some guys you just get a bad vibe off of?”
“What did he say?”
Jared shrugged. “I don’t remember.”
“You’ve got to remember so--”
“I’d just found you with your brains sprayed on the wall! Believe me, I had other things on my mind than some creepy guy from the set.” Jared angrily swiped at a tear that had leaked from the corner of his eye.
“Okay, okay. Sorry.”
“So what do we do now?”
Good question. Jensen shrugged. “I’m really not all sure how this is happening. You’re not supposed to be able to see me, but as long as you can continue to, I would love to keep right on visiting.”
“And if I can’t see you?”
“Leave a penny lying around and I’ll see what I can do.”
Jared looked confused.
“Don’t tell me you have never seen Ghost? It’s a classic! Swayze! Come on!”
Jared just shook his head, looking amused.
“We,” Jensen caught himself. “You’ll have to see it some time.”
“Maybe you’ll be able to see it with me?”
The hopeful sound in Jared’s voice made Jensen ache. Then he felt a little weakness building behind his knees. “I gotta go.”
Jared stood and acted like he wanted to grab a fistful of Jensen’s shirt to keep him from leaving, if only he could figure out how to do that. Hell, maybe they could reenact Ghost. “Was it something I said?”
“No. Doing this takes energy. If I run out, I’m gone. Dead-dead. We can talk more about it tomorrow night.” Jensen just started to drop the link when he heard an awful crash from the living room that sounded like one of the windows being smashed to bits.
Chapter 6
Rating: R
Pairing: Jared/Jensen pre-slash
Word count: 2720 (this part)
Summary: Ever wonder what it would be like to wake up dead? Jensen doesn’t have to wonder. He is finding his own death very inconvenient.
Warnings: This is a death fic, but with a twist. Not sure if you can read it? Drop me an e-mail.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them. I just borrow them for torturing purposes.
The group sat in a rough circle. No one had spoken since they had returned from Jensen’s flashback. Alicia had been upset and left, Albert following her after an apology and hug to Jensen. Jensen figured they saw more than they were expecting to and he wondered if he would ever see them again. He wondered what the gossip chain was like.
Jensen’s head throbbed, almost drowning out the sound of voices that were still present. He closed his eyes, focusing until he could hear the one voice he recognized. An elbow to his side scattered his concentration.
“Stop reaching,” Abby hissed at him.
He frowned, frustrated, not used to sitting and doing nothing. Sure, there was a lot of waiting around on set, but he always had some sort of gadget in his hand. Or Jared next to him to help make the time pass.
“Finally,” Benji muttered.
Jensen was about to ask ‘Finally, what?’ when he felt the familiar tingle of day.
Katrina stretched, groaning with pleasure. “Now that I feel like I can move again...” she leaned over and gave Jensen a hug. “I’m so sorry. I hope they catch him.”
“’They’? ‘They’ seem to think that I killed myself! Damn it...Jared thinks I did it because of what he told me.” He moaned, burying his face in his hands. The shock of finding out his best friend was gay had been overshadowed by the shock that he himself had been murdered. “Why do I have to wait until night to talk to him?” It occurred to him that he hadn’t even asked, just blindly took Abby’s word for it.
“This type of connection is very difficult to maintain. It takes a different type of energy, and when you burn it, you can’t take any in,” Abby told him.
“And if you screw up, there should only be a short wait until you can recharge. The night is lonely if you drain yourself.” Another comment from Benji.
“So I can do it during the day?”
“Please don’t.” Abby touched his hand. “You’re not ready for that.”
Jensen struggled to his feet. He needed to move. To think. He excused himself from his friends and stepped off alone.
He kept track of the visions he passed: Inside of a pizza parlor where a gathering was playing pool; a bowling tournament; a birthday party, complete with hats, cake, and tons of kids...He paused to watch the kids running around chasing each other, apparently on a sugar high from a cake that didn’t exist, in a park that didn’t exist, being watched by someone who didn’t exist...It was enough to make Jensen’s head spin.
“Would you like some cake?”
Jensen blinked and turned his head toward a woman who looked to be in her mid 30s. Her hair was tied sharply back from her face, a few stray curls brushing her cheeks from where they had escaped. “Sure.” For lack of a polite way to refuse, he followed her to the table, finding a perfectly cut piece on a paper plate with a fork shoved in his hands. “Which one’s yours?” he asked as he picked up the fork.
“All of them.”
Jensen paused with his fork almost to his lips.
The woman laughed at his expression. “Mine are hopefully still in the land of the living. I used to love throwing birthday parties for them when they were little. You’re Jensen, aren’t you?”
He nodded, mouth full of cake.
“I think you are making a big mistake.” A cloud seemed to be cast over her sunny demeanor, though she still smiled politely at him.
He swallowed his mouthful. “Pardon?”
“Revisiting old memories is fine, but visiting with your present is only going to lead to heartache.”
“But Jared can see me...”
“So what? What makes you so special that you get to converse with your old life?”
Jensen was taken aback by the edge to her smiling voice. In the movies, this would be the part where she caused the sky to turn black and thunder would boom in the distance. But no. The air felt warm, and chirping birds, not lightning, dotted her words.
“You will never be able to be a part of that world anymore.”
The plate tipped from Jensen’s fingers, cake barely touched. It disappeared before it could land cake side down on the grass.
“Face the truth!” Her voice followed him as he fled.
***
Still not ready to see his friends, Jensen’s mind drifted to the thing he was trying to forget. He was murdered! Not that he would ever want to swap places with Jared, but why him? Why had Mike killed him? He could have just as easily waited and then snuck into Jared’s trailer. What if Mike planned to kill them both, and Jensen was just the first? But why risk a clean get away by coming back for Jared? But since when do insane guys who shoot people think rationally?
He plopped down on the edge of a grassy plot after making sure no one was close enough to give him any trouble, still stung over his last encounter. He traced his fingers in the seam between grass and white nothing. Before he could devise an idea to try to pry up the sod to see if nothing was under there, a sharp female cry pierced through his head, leaving his ears ringing so bad they felt like they were bleeding.
All around him everything vanished, turning to white, and he could see people covering their ears and kneeling to the ground in pain, which he was nearly blind from.
“Jensen!”
He heard Abby shriek his name and he struggled to his feet, stumbling in the direction the call had come from. He nearly tripped over the twin girls, curled up on the ground and crying into each other’s arms.
“What the hell just happened?”
Abby just shook her head. She was on the ground, tears running down her face, the rest of the small group in various states of distress.
“Abby?” Jensen kneeled next to her. “Benji? Can someone tell me what’s going on?”
Benji was the first to look at him, eyes shinning and full of pain. He moved his mouth, but no sound came out. He turned his head away.
Abby sniffed. “Remember when I said burning out was bad?” She made a blind sweeping gesture to the chaos all around them.
“It doesn’t hurt anymore.” In fact, Jensen felt fine, just a trace of uneasiness left in the pit of his stomach.
“But you remember what it was like to feel pain. We don’t.” She wiped at her tears with the back of her hand.
“Who was it?”
Abby shook her head.
This huge reaction for someone she don’t even know? And it was effecting everyone?
Jensen didn’t know what to do. He sat down and tried to ignore the raw pain he could see on his friends’ faces, tucking his knees up and crossing his arms over them. He waited.
***
Left alone with only his thoughts to keep him company, Jensen thought back to everything that had happened to him since he’d died. Lights that became people. Abby showing him how to visit the past, and how to see his present. Jared. Just like in life, Jared was a huge part of his world in death. But what if that part were cut off? If he could no longer talk to Jared. If Jared slowly forgot about him. Already, the voices in his head were calming, quieting, as one by one people got over his death and stopped mourning his passing. Got over the tragedy of the latest actor-suicide. As annoying as they were, Jensen would miss the voices and the small bit of comfort they gave him.
Not able to stand his own personal hell any longer, he stood, striding away, no longer concerned about finding his way back.
All around him were people who suffered. Tears down their faces. Hands over their ears. Holding each other for comfort. He saw The Birthday Party Lady, confused kids all around her, the twin girls in her lap as she stroked her hand through their curls. She glanced up to catch Jensen watching and glared at him, like somehow the whole thing was his fault.
Maybe ‘burning out’ wasn’t accidental, but just people who were fed up and wanted to commit post-death suicide. The thought brought a bubble of laughter to his throat. He suppressed it with difficulty, the same way you would if you wanted to laugh at a funeral.
He caught movement out of the corner of his eye and turned. A spot of color as someone erected up their happy illusion. Then another. And another. One by one, people joined in. But the colors seemed muted, like the difference between a cloudy day and a clear one. Between laughter and silence.
“Hey.”
“Hey.” Jensen returned Abby’s greeting, but didn’t turn toward her. “Is everything better now?
“It will be.”
***
“I want to do this one alone,” Jensen announced as soon as he could feel the tingle of day leaving him. “I’m a big boy,” he said to Abby’s doubtful look. “I’ll be careful?” he added when she didn’t speak.
“Fine.” She sighed softly.
“Hey. You can come along next time, okay?”
“Fine,” she repeated.
Jensen wondered if she was mad at him for something, or whatever the version of mad was for the afterlife, but he didn’t want to waste another moment.
“Are you going to tell him?” Benji asked, walking over.
“I’m not sure,” Jensen responded truthfully, settling himself down on the ground. He didn’t want Jared to get hurt if Mike decided to show up, but what good would telling him do? This would have to be something he played by ear. He took a deep breath and released it, closing his eyes, reaching, reaching...
Jensen didn’t pause to enjoy the fresh night air as he hurried for the house. He briefly stopped at the front door before moving quickly past the solid oak. As he jumped to the other side, an unmanly squeak startled him, followed by the sound of glass crashing to the floor.
Jared stared at him from the dining room, frozen, shards of glass and water at his feet.
Waving awkwardly, Jensen approached his gaping friend. “Sorry I didn’t show up last night.” He stepped over the broken glass, not thinking about how it wouldn’t hurt if he trod upon it.
Jared followed him into the kitchen and sat as Jensen motioned him to the table. He didn’t speak and seemed resigned to do whatever Jensen asked of him, sitting with head bowed, not looking up.
“Jared? What’s wrong?”
“Nothin’,” he mumbled.
Nothin’ was definitely not wrong. Jensen crossed his arms and made an attempt to sit down across from Jared. Attempted because his ass passed right through the chair and brought him thumping to the floor. A flash of remembered pain flared through him before leaving as quickly as it came. But he did get Jared’s attention.
Jared was silent for about five seconds, before his infectious laughter shot out of him and he doubled over against the table, arms across his middle like he was trying to keep his insides inside.
“Asshole,” Jensen grumbled, getting to his feet, brushing invisible dust from the butt of his jeans. “Come on, it wasn’t that funny!”
“The look on your face!” Jared could barely speak.
Jensen crossed his arms and waited for Jared to get a hold of himself. He glared at the chair, which just made Jared start laughing again.
“It’s good to see you, man,” Jared finally managed to say, the laughter still in his voice. “I am seeing you, right?”
“Haven’t we already been through this? How’s everything going?”
“It goes. Filming is put off indefinitely.”
“What about all the loose ends?”
“You died, man. No one really cares about the show right now.” Jared traced a groove in the table with his thumbnail. “We have a creative bunch. I’m sure something can be worked out.”
“What are you going to do now?”
“Guess go back to Texas. Spend some time with my family.”
Jensen felt a twinge of loss. “How’re mine doing?”
“They’re staying at the Holiday Inn.”
“Here?”
Jared nodded. “Your funeral is tomorrow afternoon.”
“Wow.” He swallowed passed the lump in his throat. “Just makes it seem more real.”
“You going to go?”
“Huh?”
“To your funeral.”
“Awkward much? And what if you aren’t the only one who can see me?”
“You haven’t talked to anyone else?”
Jensen shook his head. He felt an odd sort of burning on his hand and wondered if his time was up again, but then he noticed Jared’s gaze and followed it.
“So weird,” Jared said, fingers brushing against Jensen’s hand and disappearing from sight.
Jensen moved his hand outward, closer to Jared. “Can you feel anything?”
Jared closed his eyes. “Ripples,” he finally said. “Like I am in a current, only there’s no water. Tickles.”
Jensen felt warmth, then a soft beat, like the pulsing of a car that has the base turned up all the way. He moved his fingers higher and felt the heartbeat quicken.
“What are you doing?” Jared sounded breathless and, when Jensen looked up, his eyes were still closed.
“Sorry,” Jensen withdrew and reluctantly pulled away, already missing the first bit of warmth he had felt since he’d died.
Jared coughed, looking embarrassed.
Jensen searched for something to change the subject with. “I know what happened,” he blurted out, not wanting Jared to think he was responsible a moment longer.
Jared frowned, clearly confused. “What happened when?”
“When I died.”
“You remember?”
“No, I was able to see it.” He waved away Jared’s next question, not wanting to linger on the how. “I was murdered.”
“What?” The last of Jared’s blush drained away as his face paled. “Please tell me you’re lying.”
“You would rather I’da killed myself?”
“No, no, no....just..” He spread apart his hands, palms up, in a helpless gesture.
“Yeah, I was pretty shocked, too.”
“Do you know who did it?”
Jensen nodded.
“Well?”
“Promise me you won’t do anything stupid.”
Jared scoffed.
“Promise. Me.”
“Fine. I promise.”
Jensen wondered if he was going to ‘live’ to regret this. “Mike, the prop guy.”
Jared’s face paled even further.
“What? Jared, speak to me, man.”
“Mike was there at the set when we all found out. He talked to me for a few minutes. You know how some guys you just get a bad vibe off of?”
“What did he say?”
Jared shrugged. “I don’t remember.”
“You’ve got to remember so--”
“I’d just found you with your brains sprayed on the wall! Believe me, I had other things on my mind than some creepy guy from the set.” Jared angrily swiped at a tear that had leaked from the corner of his eye.
“Okay, okay. Sorry.”
“So what do we do now?”
Good question. Jensen shrugged. “I’m really not all sure how this is happening. You’re not supposed to be able to see me, but as long as you can continue to, I would love to keep right on visiting.”
“And if I can’t see you?”
“Leave a penny lying around and I’ll see what I can do.”
Jared looked confused.
“Don’t tell me you have never seen Ghost? It’s a classic! Swayze! Come on!”
Jared just shook his head, looking amused.
“We,” Jensen caught himself. “You’ll have to see it some time.”
“Maybe you’ll be able to see it with me?”
The hopeful sound in Jared’s voice made Jensen ache. Then he felt a little weakness building behind his knees. “I gotta go.”
Jared stood and acted like he wanted to grab a fistful of Jensen’s shirt to keep him from leaving, if only he could figure out how to do that. Hell, maybe they could reenact Ghost. “Was it something I said?”
“No. Doing this takes energy. If I run out, I’m gone. Dead-dead. We can talk more about it tomorrow night.” Jensen just started to drop the link when he heard an awful crash from the living room that sounded like one of the windows being smashed to bits.
Chapter 6
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Date: 2010-07-15 08:51 pm (UTC)How going to finish this? Jared in danger... Jensen without energy... OMG!
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Date: 2010-07-16 01:19 am (UTC)Can't wait for the last part.
Thanks for sharing.
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