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tamingthemuseTitle: Every Breath You Take [17/?]
Fandom: CW RPS – J2
Prompt: 343 – incorporeal
Warnings: AU.
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~830
Summary: When Jared wakes up in his childhood home, it's nothing like he was expecting.
Disclaimer: As always, I own nothing.
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Jared's father turns in for the night almost an hour after Jared arrives, leaving him alone with his mother. She immediately starts in with the questioning. “So,” she starts, handing him a fresh mug of coffee. “What's really going on?”
Jared shakes his head. “Brock and I broke up.”
“What?” Sherri's hand wraps around his forearm. “Jared...”
“He left me because he doesn't think I've let Jensen go. And, well... I think he's right. I can't blame him for that.”
“I'm sorry, baby.”
“He said that I need to wait for Jensen to wake up and see if he remembers me. Then we can go from there.” He leans forward to put his cup on the coffee table and turns to his mother. “But I don't think that's gonna change how I feel. Just because he... doesn't remember me...”
“I know, JT. You love Jensen.” Her smile is sad. “You probably always will. But he's been in a coma for seven years. It's not very likely he's going to remember anyone. Dr. Ferris-”
“I know, Mama. I didn't want Brock to leave, but he made a choice. And I- I have to live with that. Obviously, I'm not taking it so well.”
“Stay as long as you need to.”
“Thanks, Mama.”
They stay up for a little while longer and Jared gets caught up on church gossip that's just dramatic enough to divert his attention from his own life and drama. His mother kisses his forehead, tells him to make sure he turns off all the lights before going up to his room, and he does as he's told.
It's nice to walk into his old room and see that nothing's change much over the past five years. He sets his bag on the desk chair and plugs in his phone to charge before stripping down to his underwear and tee. As much as he wants to shower off the smell of the stale, recycled air of his flight, but he's too tired to do much more than wash his face and brush his teeth.
The house is absolutely silent when he slips between the cool sheets of his narrow childhood bed. It's so different from the city noise of traffic he's used to. He finds himself falling asleep much more quickly despite the quiet.
It feels like he's just closed his eyes when he's waking up again, blindingly bright sunlight whiting out his whole room. But when he goes to raise his arm to cover his eyes, he can't move. The light shifts and he realizes it's not sunlight.
It's Dr. Ferris with a penlight. What's she doing here?, he thinks, tries to ask. Beneath him, the bed moves until he's sitting up against his pillows. His parents stand just over Dr. Ferris' shoulder, his father's arm wrapped around his mother, and they both look like they've been crying, but they look happy, too.
The way he's unable to talk or move makes him feel like a ghost. Like he's a ghost, but trapped in his own body.
No, he thinks. Not a ghost.
It slowly dawns on him then, what's happening. There's Dr. Ferris. His parents. Dr. Tal. Sandy in the doorway.
All this time-- All this time, it hasn't been Jensen. Jensen wasn't in a coma.
Jared was.
Jared's been comatose for almost eight years and everything that's happened since Erik Stanwood and his friends jumped him and Jensen outside Sam's diner has been a fabrication of his imagination. College, the bookstore, Brock. None of it has been real.
But that means Jensen didn't almost die. It means that he's awake and okay. And God, what a relief that is.
Jensen's okay.
Jared sighs and closes his eyes.
When he opens them again, his mother his sitting on the edge of his mattress, wiping at his face. “Hi, baby,” she says with a big, bright smile that makes the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes seem even deeper. She's aged a lot, but Jared shouldn't be surprised, as much as she's been through. “You're gonna be walkin' and talkin' in no time. We'll show those doctors. Show 'em what a fighter you are.”
He wants to agree with her, tell her that he's ready to do whatever it takes, but only manages a noise that sounds like a hum.
His mother's smile widens. “That's right, baby. Walkin' and talkin' before they know it.”
Jared knows the road ahead of him won't be easy and that it'll be long, but he's going to fight for it. If only so he can prove his mother right and hug her with his own arms, so he can tell Jensen how much he loves him and how he glad he is that Jensen's okay.
He's survived almost eight years locked in his own body. He'll do anything to get his life back.
Fandom: CW RPS – J2
Prompt: 343 – incorporeal
Warnings: AU.
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~830
Summary: When Jared wakes up in his childhood home, it's nothing like he was expecting.
Disclaimer: As always, I own nothing.
Jared's father turns in for the night almost an hour after Jared arrives, leaving him alone with his mother. She immediately starts in with the questioning. “So,” she starts, handing him a fresh mug of coffee. “What's really going on?”
Jared shakes his head. “Brock and I broke up.”
“What?” Sherri's hand wraps around his forearm. “Jared...”
“He left me because he doesn't think I've let Jensen go. And, well... I think he's right. I can't blame him for that.”
“I'm sorry, baby.”
“He said that I need to wait for Jensen to wake up and see if he remembers me. Then we can go from there.” He leans forward to put his cup on the coffee table and turns to his mother. “But I don't think that's gonna change how I feel. Just because he... doesn't remember me...”
“I know, JT. You love Jensen.” Her smile is sad. “You probably always will. But he's been in a coma for seven years. It's not very likely he's going to remember anyone. Dr. Ferris-”
“I know, Mama. I didn't want Brock to leave, but he made a choice. And I- I have to live with that. Obviously, I'm not taking it so well.”
“Stay as long as you need to.”
“Thanks, Mama.”
They stay up for a little while longer and Jared gets caught up on church gossip that's just dramatic enough to divert his attention from his own life and drama. His mother kisses his forehead, tells him to make sure he turns off all the lights before going up to his room, and he does as he's told.
It's nice to walk into his old room and see that nothing's change much over the past five years. He sets his bag on the desk chair and plugs in his phone to charge before stripping down to his underwear and tee. As much as he wants to shower off the smell of the stale, recycled air of his flight, but he's too tired to do much more than wash his face and brush his teeth.
The house is absolutely silent when he slips between the cool sheets of his narrow childhood bed. It's so different from the city noise of traffic he's used to. He finds himself falling asleep much more quickly despite the quiet.
It feels like he's just closed his eyes when he's waking up again, blindingly bright sunlight whiting out his whole room. But when he goes to raise his arm to cover his eyes, he can't move. The light shifts and he realizes it's not sunlight.
It's Dr. Ferris with a penlight. What's she doing here?, he thinks, tries to ask. Beneath him, the bed moves until he's sitting up against his pillows. His parents stand just over Dr. Ferris' shoulder, his father's arm wrapped around his mother, and they both look like they've been crying, but they look happy, too.
The way he's unable to talk or move makes him feel like a ghost. Like he's a ghost, but trapped in his own body.
No, he thinks. Not a ghost.
It slowly dawns on him then, what's happening. There's Dr. Ferris. His parents. Dr. Tal. Sandy in the doorway.
All this time-- All this time, it hasn't been Jensen. Jensen wasn't in a coma.
Jared was.
Jared's been comatose for almost eight years and everything that's happened since Erik Stanwood and his friends jumped him and Jensen outside Sam's diner has been a fabrication of his imagination. College, the bookstore, Brock. None of it has been real.
But that means Jensen didn't almost die. It means that he's awake and okay. And God, what a relief that is.
Jensen's okay.
Jared sighs and closes his eyes.
When he opens them again, his mother his sitting on the edge of his mattress, wiping at his face. “Hi, baby,” she says with a big, bright smile that makes the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes seem even deeper. She's aged a lot, but Jared shouldn't be surprised, as much as she's been through. “You're gonna be walkin' and talkin' in no time. We'll show those doctors. Show 'em what a fighter you are.”
He wants to agree with her, tell her that he's ready to do whatever it takes, but only manages a noise that sounds like a hum.
His mother's smile widens. “That's right, baby. Walkin' and talkin' before they know it.”
Jared knows the road ahead of him won't be easy and that it'll be long, but he's going to fight for it. If only so he can prove his mother right and hug her with his own arms, so he can tell Jensen how much he loves him and how he glad he is that Jensen's okay.
He's survived almost eight years locked in his own body. He'll do anything to get his life back.
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