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whitereflectionMedicated to the gills, so really not awesome writing. Am glad it's coherent at all.
Day 29 11/29/10
The other bit that's the follow-up to yesterday's writing (http://whitereflection.livejournal.com/800613.html#cutid1). Still J2 of course, and still makes reference to loss of pets. The happier bit.
aft gang agley
It was inevitable that Jared would get another dog--or dogs. It was one of those things you could count on with so much a certainty it was like it was coded in Jared's genes as much as the color of his hair or his height.
But it hadn't been all that long since Jared had lost Harley and then Sadie, just a handful of months, and even Jensen was still feeling the ache of their absence--and well, they'd been Jared's kids. So he wasn't planning on pushing Jared into getting another right away. When Jared was ready, he'd say something. This was one situation where Jensen fully intended to sit back and let Jared dictate how and when anything changed.
Jensen suddenly remebered the old phrase about the best laid plans of mice and men as he held his cell phone, thumb poised to speed dial Jared.
This wasn't how he'd intended for things to happen. It was supposed to be Jared's choice, when he decided he was ready. And even then, when that day finally came, he knew Jared would want to get a rescue dog, maybe even one from a Dog's Life. This wasn't something where Jensen should be pressuring him or taking his choice away, and certainly not something he should be suprising Jared with--
But the phone was ringing and Jared answered.
"Hey."
Jared picked up on the anxious tone in even just that one word. "Jensen? What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong," he reassured quickly. "Something just came up, and I needed to run it by you."
"What's going on?"
"I'm over at Deb and Mike's," Jensen explained. It was a gathering at one of the camera crew's homes, just a barbeque for some of the show's cast and crew. Both he and Jared had been supposed to go, but then Jared had to fly out of the country for a week for a photoshoot.
"It's...I'm not trying to make a decision like this without you," Jensen continued, "but they're really trying to find someone who can take a dog in." On the other end of the line, Jared went absolutely silent, like he wasn't even breathing. Despite the tense feeling settling in his stomach, Jensen made himself keep speaking. "Deb said one of their neighbors just moved and they left their puppy, just left him, penned up in his kennel in the yard. They packed up everything and took off, and just left their dog. He was only discovered because Mike heard him crying a couple nights ago."
"Holy shit," he heard Jared breathe over the phone. "What the fuck?"
"I know." It made Jensen feel ill just thinking about how people could do something like that. "But that's...I mean, that's why I called. Deb said the first person she thought of was you. She says she knows it hasn't been that long since Harley and Sadie, but she didn't want to take him to the humane society, and she was wondering if--"
"Yes." There was no hesitation in Jared's answer.
"Yeah?" Jensen felt the knots of worry in his stomach ease, but he still needed to make sure. "I mean, I know you would have chosen a rescue dog eventually. You're sure...?"
"Sounds like he's sort of a rescue dog, too, yeah?" There was a hint of a smile in Jared's voice. "And he might need a friend eventually, after he's settled in. I could talk to Dog's Life then?"
The last part came out a question, like he was checking with Jensen if it was all right--as if Jensen would ever say no. But he understood; this was their life together, even if it was Jared who formed such a strong connection with dogs.
"Yeah," Jensen answered. "That'd be good." And he found he was smiling now, too.
"What's he like? Tell me about him."
Jensen looked down at his lap, chuckling wryly to himself. Deb had said that the dog--the puppy, really--had been scared when Mike had first found him, but over the last day had warmed up to attention. And that evening, he'd bounced and played with everyone at the barbeque until he'd worn himself out, flopping down on Jensen as if he'd already known who he was meant to be with. "He's a beagle, maybe just under six months old. Loves to play, loves people, occasionally prone to bouts of being a goofball--"
"So basically, a perfect match for me, huh?" Jared said, and Jensen knew that the other man was grinning.
"Well, I wasn't gonna say it," Jensen laughed, "but since you did..." In his lap, the puppy perked up for a moment, then stretched, wriggling around just a little before falling asleep again. Scratching the dog's head, Jensen rubbed his fingers gently over his floppy ears.
"What's his name?"
He shook his head even though he knew Jared couldn't see it. "Deb and Mike don't know his name. Their neighbors really kept to themselves, didn't talk to anyone else in the neighborhood almost ever."
"We'll have to think of a good one then," Jared said, and Jensen hummed his agreement. Then Jared was silent a moment, finally saying, "Bring him home, Jen."
"I will. I'll make sure he gets settled in so he's ready to meet you when you get back." He stroked his hand over the dog's fur, smooth and wiry, but still puppy-soft. It was a funny thing, he thought--sometimes life just knew a person was ready even before they did. "You're gonna love him, Jay."
"If you do, then I know I definitely will," Jared said.
"Then you're going to love him a lot."
Jared voice was fond and warm, which Jensen knew was meant for more than just the puppy. "I think I kinda already do."
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Have like a week's worth of comments and email I've ignored, sorry. :x Will work on those soonish, just not today.
Day 29 11/29/10
The other bit that's the follow-up to yesterday's writing (http://whitereflection.livejournal.com/800613.html#cutid1). Still J2 of course, and still makes reference to loss of pets. The happier bit.
aft gang agley
It was inevitable that Jared would get another dog--or dogs. It was one of those things you could count on with so much a certainty it was like it was coded in Jared's genes as much as the color of his hair or his height.
But it hadn't been all that long since Jared had lost Harley and then Sadie, just a handful of months, and even Jensen was still feeling the ache of their absence--and well, they'd been Jared's kids. So he wasn't planning on pushing Jared into getting another right away. When Jared was ready, he'd say something. This was one situation where Jensen fully intended to sit back and let Jared dictate how and when anything changed.
Jensen suddenly remebered the old phrase about the best laid plans of mice and men as he held his cell phone, thumb poised to speed dial Jared.
This wasn't how he'd intended for things to happen. It was supposed to be Jared's choice, when he decided he was ready. And even then, when that day finally came, he knew Jared would want to get a rescue dog, maybe even one from a Dog's Life. This wasn't something where Jensen should be pressuring him or taking his choice away, and certainly not something he should be suprising Jared with--
But the phone was ringing and Jared answered.
"Hey."
Jared picked up on the anxious tone in even just that one word. "Jensen? What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong," he reassured quickly. "Something just came up, and I needed to run it by you."
"What's going on?"
"I'm over at Deb and Mike's," Jensen explained. It was a gathering at one of the camera crew's homes, just a barbeque for some of the show's cast and crew. Both he and Jared had been supposed to go, but then Jared had to fly out of the country for a week for a photoshoot.
"It's...I'm not trying to make a decision like this without you," Jensen continued, "but they're really trying to find someone who can take a dog in." On the other end of the line, Jared went absolutely silent, like he wasn't even breathing. Despite the tense feeling settling in his stomach, Jensen made himself keep speaking. "Deb said one of their neighbors just moved and they left their puppy, just left him, penned up in his kennel in the yard. They packed up everything and took off, and just left their dog. He was only discovered because Mike heard him crying a couple nights ago."
"Holy shit," he heard Jared breathe over the phone. "What the fuck?"
"I know." It made Jensen feel ill just thinking about how people could do something like that. "But that's...I mean, that's why I called. Deb said the first person she thought of was you. She says she knows it hasn't been that long since Harley and Sadie, but she didn't want to take him to the humane society, and she was wondering if--"
"Yes." There was no hesitation in Jared's answer.
"Yeah?" Jensen felt the knots of worry in his stomach ease, but he still needed to make sure. "I mean, I know you would have chosen a rescue dog eventually. You're sure...?"
"Sounds like he's sort of a rescue dog, too, yeah?" There was a hint of a smile in Jared's voice. "And he might need a friend eventually, after he's settled in. I could talk to Dog's Life then?"
The last part came out a question, like he was checking with Jensen if it was all right--as if Jensen would ever say no. But he understood; this was their life together, even if it was Jared who formed such a strong connection with dogs.
"Yeah," Jensen answered. "That'd be good." And he found he was smiling now, too.
"What's he like? Tell me about him."
Jensen looked down at his lap, chuckling wryly to himself. Deb had said that the dog--the puppy, really--had been scared when Mike had first found him, but over the last day had warmed up to attention. And that evening, he'd bounced and played with everyone at the barbeque until he'd worn himself out, flopping down on Jensen as if he'd already known who he was meant to be with. "He's a beagle, maybe just under six months old. Loves to play, loves people, occasionally prone to bouts of being a goofball--"
"So basically, a perfect match for me, huh?" Jared said, and Jensen knew that the other man was grinning.
"Well, I wasn't gonna say it," Jensen laughed, "but since you did..." In his lap, the puppy perked up for a moment, then stretched, wriggling around just a little before falling asleep again. Scratching the dog's head, Jensen rubbed his fingers gently over his floppy ears.
"What's his name?"
He shook his head even though he knew Jared couldn't see it. "Deb and Mike don't know his name. Their neighbors really kept to themselves, didn't talk to anyone else in the neighborhood almost ever."
"We'll have to think of a good one then," Jared said, and Jensen hummed his agreement. Then Jared was silent a moment, finally saying, "Bring him home, Jen."
"I will. I'll make sure he gets settled in so he's ready to meet you when you get back." He stroked his hand over the dog's fur, smooth and wiry, but still puppy-soft. It was a funny thing, he thought--sometimes life just knew a person was ready even before they did. "You're gonna love him, Jay."
"If you do, then I know I definitely will," Jared said.
"Then you're going to love him a lot."
Jared voice was fond and warm, which Jensen knew was meant for more than just the puppy. "I think I kinda already do."
(966)
***
Have like a week's worth of comments and email I've ignored, sorry. :x Will work on those soonish, just not today.
