Fic - Jensen/Jared - When Things Come Crashing Down - chapter 4/14
Title : When Things Come Crashing Down chapter 4/14
Author : angels3 aka Angela
Beta : munimula - I played with it after she sent it back so any mistakes are mine mine mine.
Word Count : 3109
Pairing : Jensen/Jared (very soon)
Supporting Characters : Eric, Kim, Sera, Mike, Tom, Chris, Steve, Chad
Disclaimers : They don't belong to me because if they did.............................
Warnings : RPS M/M sex (soon). A sadly awful knowledge of geography. This chapter is PG13
other chapters will carry a NC17 for sex.
Summary : The guys are back off Christmas hiatus and on their way to a location shoot when
things go horribly wrong.
Chapters - 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14
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Jensen was in full on panic mode, his breath coming in short, harsh pants as he tried to free himself from the cocoon of material that was wrapped around him. His mind vaguely registered that someone had moved and wrapped him up, but it didn't cut through the panic clouding his head.
His vision blurred forcing him to lie back before he passed out. He could taste the acidic burn of bile in the back of his throat, as he fought the need to vomit. His head felt like he had been on a week long binge, not that he knew what that felt like.. Really, he didn't! That coupled with the nausea was a pretty damn good case for him having a concussion.
Jensen really didn't give a damn about that, he just wanted to know where the hell Jared was, and if it meant his head fell off and rolled under one of the mangled seats so be it. He pushed back up on his elbow, trying to move the mountain of junk piled on top of him with his other hand........ What the hell was all this shit anyway?
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Jared had managed to get his pants buttoned and was making his way back, trying not to slide down on the fluids that had been leaking from the plane. He didn't realize he hadn't answered Jensen until he couldn't hear his name being called anymore, which sent a spike of fear through his body.
He rounded the edge of shredded metal, scared that he was either hallucinating or that Jensen had lapsed back into unconsciousness. What he actually saw didn't make him much happier Jensen was struggling to get off the makeshift stretcher, his freckles standing out in sharp relief against the pale background of his face.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Jared's voice came out louder than he meant it to.
Jensen's head snapped up, taking in Jared's appearance before he sagged back onto the pallet. His chest heaving with his efforts to get up and the relief that Jared was alive and standing in front of him. The lump in his throat kept him from answering his friend's question. The adrenaline rush that had been coursing through his system had fled at the sight of Jared and his body felt it had ran a marathon.
"I was trying to find you, since you didn't answer when I called your nam. What happened Jay?" He asked trying to get his emotions under control before he embarrassed himself and did something stupid, like grab Jared and not let him go for the next fifty years.
"The plane went down, no warning no nothing, it just went down. One minute I'm poking around in the back, the next your hollering to get belted in. I don't know, you were up front did the pilot say anything before we went down?"
Jared cringed realizing he was going to have to tell Jensen the pilot hadn't made it. He sank down on the pallet next to his friend, needing to be as close to Jensen as he could now that he was awake.
"I think he said something about the panels shorting out and then the engine on my side just stopped. I don't really remember anything else after shouting at you." Jensen opened his eyes not realizing he had closed them against the pounding in his head. He took a closer look at Jared seeing for the first time the amount of blood matting his hair.
"Jesus Christ, Jared are you all right?" Jensen breathed. He reached up and grasped Jared's chin gently, turning his head so he could get a closer look at the head wound.
"It doesn't look like it's still bleeding. Are you dizzy or nauseous, any blurred vision or vomiting?" Jensen asked his voice going a little higher with each symptom he named off.
"No, no, no and no mama. It hurt like a son of a bitch when I first came to, but it's just a little headache now." Jared assured, watching Jensen relax a little at the information.
"Did you get hurt anywhere else, and don't even think about lying to me? You're a shitty liar." Jensen tried to keep the tension out of his voice as he imagined all kinds of injuries hidden under Jared's layers.
"Calm down, you sound like your channeling Dean. My wrist is the only other thing that took a beating, and it's not broken, it's more like a bad sprain." Jared said as he held out his wrist so Jensen could see he wasn't trying to hide a mangled limb.
"How about you tell me if you've had any dizziness, nausea, blurred vision or vomiting and while you're at it tell me what else hurts." Jared continued, jaw thrust forward as if he was waiting for a fight.
Problem was Jensen was just too damn tired to lie and too happy that Jared seemed to have come out of the crash in good enough shape, to fight. It just seemed like spitting in the face of good fortune to do either, so he took inventory of his aches and pains. Watching Jared out the corner of his eye, Jensen had an uncontrollable need to keep Jared where he could see him, afraid if he let him out of his sight he would disappear.
"Yes, yes, no, no and my head feels like someone set a group of kindergartners loose with bongo drums. My ankle hurts and I can't seem to move it." The more he focused on his ankle and not being able to move it the more it hurt and ratcheted his panic into overdrive.
"Jared, why can't I move my ankle? The fear was evident in Jensen's voice as he struggled to sit up intent on getting to his legs, concussion be damned.
"Jensen, stop before you hurt yourself, it was pretty beat up and I braced it with some metal and wrapped it to stabilize it. I don't know if it's broken or not, the swelling was so bad that I couldn't tell. Ihadtocutoffyourboot."
Jared ducked his head adding the last part in a rush, hoping it wouldn't get him killed When he got the nerve to look up, Jensen was just staring at him mouth gaping open.
"Damn, I loved those boots! You can at least help me up so I can take a look at it, because not knowing is going to drive me nuts." Jensen replied, grinning at Jared's look of relief not to be murdered over Jensen's favorite pair of boots.
Jared helped him sit up slowing the older man's ascent when he tried to move to quickly not wanting him to pass out. He moved the bundles of fabric out of the way as carefully as he could so it wouldn't catch on the brace. Jared watched while his friend shifted his foot, getting his first look at the offending limb. Jared could tell the swelling hadn't gone down and the bruising had deepened to dark purple and black combination. He stood up, but was stopped when Jensen reached out and grabbed his leg.
"Where are you going?" Jensen tried to keep his tone steady but he knew he failed miserably, panic forcing him to ask.
"I'm just going to find something to pack some snow in, the swelling in that ankle hasn't gone down any." Jared replied waiting untill Jensen had loosened his grip. Jared felt like he had lost something important when his friend's hand slid away.
"Wait, can you help me up?" Jensen said looking up at Jared.
"What do you need? I'll get it for you." Jared said as he squatted back down in front of Jensen.
"I don't think you're going to be able to help me with this Jay." Jensen snickered at the confused expression on Jared's face.
"Why the hell not? I've taken care of everything else so far!" Jared was pretty sure his face was an unappealing shade of red as his temper flared.
"Well unless you can take a piss for me, I'm pretty damn sure I have to do this one myself." Jensen was actually shocked at the uncharacteristic anger he had just witnessed but decided with everything that had happened so far that Jared's stress level had to be through the roof. He knew his would have been if Jared had been the one unconscious for hours.
"Oh" Jared stuttered out. "Sorry," he said hanging his head and giving himself a mental smack for acting like an idiot. The thing was, he couldn't even figure out why he had gotten so mad. If he was honest with himself, he'd admit to wanting to take care of Jensen, and that thought just confused the ever lovin' shit out of him.
Jensen waited, watching the different emotions flicker across Jared's face, until the need to relieve himself couldn't be denied any longer which really was a blessing because it was never a good thing to let his friend stay inside his own head to long. Yea.... So what if he was the pot calling the kettle black? It was true.
"Come on Jay, help me up before I do something I haven't done since I was three."
Jared helped pull the older man up, steadying him when he swayed, and keeping the weight off his injured foot. He carefully guided his friend over the debris, making a mental note to kick the shit to the side once he had Jen settled again. They slowly made their way outside, where Jared left Jensen leaning against the plane to take care of business. Jared moved back into the plane to move things out of the way to make the return trip easier to maneuver.
Jensen squinted against the sunlight and the glare it cast reflected off the snow and ice. His breath hung heavy in the brittle cold of the early afternoon. It took a little longer to navigate taking a piss while balancing on one foot, and the act itself seemed to take forever. He was zipping back up when the thought that had been lurking in the back of his brain finally made it's way to the forefront.
"Jared, where's David?" Jensen raised his voice so he could be heard wherever his friend had disappeared to.
Jared's head popped out around the side of the plane looking puzzled, worry evident in the crease of his forehead.
"Who?"
"David, the pilot."
Jensen saw Jared's shoulders slump and his eyes shift to the ground in front of him. He hated to even think about what Jared had gone through while he had been unconscious, but he needed to know just how bad it was.
"Jared, did he make it?"
Jared gave a small shake of his head and a mumbled "no" before taking a deep shuddering breath. Shit we are so fucked, was already ringing in Jensen's head, but he needed to take care of Jared first. From the defeated line of Jared's body, Jensen was guessing it had been pretty bad. He did the only thing he could think of at the time and pulled his friends focus away from whatever memory was plaguing him to something he could do to take his mind off it.
"Jared, can you help me back in before my dick freezes and falls off?"
"Oh, yea, just let me get that snow pack ready , and then I'll get you settled."
Jared quickly packed snow into a thin nylon bag he found and wrapped the bag in a tee shirt, before helping Jensen back onto the pallet. He tried to keep his mind off the moment when he had seen the hand hanging out the window, terrified it had been Jensen even if logically he knew it wasn't. He used some of the torn up shirts to tie the snow pack in place and covered up the rest of Jensen's leg, keeping his head down as he worked. He could feel Jensen's eyes boring into the top of his head but he couldn't seem to make himself meet his friend's gaze.
Jensen watched Jared work on his ankle keeping his teeth clenched against the pain, refusing to give the younger man anything else to beat himself up over. When he couldn't take the silence anymore he reached out a hand to cover Jared's as the other man was tucked the covers around his leg.
"Jared your freezing. Get under here for a little while. We can figure out what we're going to do while you warm up." Jensen pulled back the blankets as he spoke.
The space on the pallet wasn't really conducive to two very large adults laying side by side so Jared shifted to his side propping his head on his hand so he could look down at Jensen while they talked. He had an uncomfortable feeling that the warmth seeping into his bones wasn't completely explained by being under the mounds of covers, but he pushed it to the back of his mind.
Jensen shifted as little as possible because every move caused him to brush against Jared, and his body was taking notice, damn it. To keep his mind off the temptation that was his best friend, he started cataloguing everything he thought would help them survive until help showed up. He went over the conversation he had with the pilot while waiting to be fueled, the weather reports he had listened to while waiting for their plane, and finally all the information he had accumulated over the last several years of filming in Canada.
Jared watched the quicksilver thoughts passing across Jensen's face and wondered why he had never noticed just how much you could read about what was going on in his friend's head by watching his expressions, and more specifically his eyes. He kept silent while Jensen processed everything that had happened.
Jared had seen Jensen disappear into his head while studying a script or getting into character, it was the older man's way of grounding himself in what needed to be done to get the job accomplished, and damn if this wasn't one great big ass job needed doing now.
Jensen finally looked over, focusing again on Jared and he was a little startled by the intense expression clouding his friend's normally happy countenance. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his train of thought. He knew they had a lot to do , and he wasn't going to be able to help that much. Jared had been asleep on the plane ride into Canada and was just barely coherent when they boarded the plane, Jensen knew that he had no idea just how bad it was going to get.
"Jared, have you checked around the plane to see what we can use besides what you've found to take care of me?" Jensen asked, making Jared jump slightly from the unexpected noise after the companionable quiet they had been laying in.
"No, I was to worried about leaving you for too long. It took me awhile to get this together and make sure you didn't become a Jennysicle." Jared grinned at the scowl, his friend gave him over the hated nickname.
"Okay, this is what I see as our biggest problems and not necessarily in order of importance. Tell me if you can think of anything else, okay? We need to find food. Water we can get by melting the snow. We need to make sure they can see the plane and we need to decide if we're going to stay here or try to find one of the forestry service cabins they keep for hikers." As soon as Jensen had finished talking Jared's stomach growled making them both laugh.
"Thanks Jen, I hadn't even thought about food until you said something. Why do we have to decide if we stay here or leave? Why the hell would we leave?" Jared asked clearly confused as to why they would leave a decent shelter and strike out into who knew where.
"Because there's a huge storm rolling in and thanks to me being in lala land we only have about a day, day and a half tops to either make this place as tight as possible or to find one of the cabins and dig in until it passes. I don't know if the rescue teams will find us in time. We had to deviate from our flight plan circling another storm, and I'm not sure they know where to search, so it's going to take them longer than it normally would to locate us." Jensen explained worry creeping into his voice.
"Shit," Jared breathed before looking around at the crumpled compartment.
"I don't know if we can weather proof this enough not to freeze to death, not with you out of commission." Jared glared at the older man when he tried to argue and say he could help.
"You're not putting any weight on that ankle, and speaking of which, we need to take a look at the swelling and put some more ice on it. When I finish that I'll start scavenging and see what I can find. If you're good, I may let you come sit and watch me." Jared finished off his little show of control with a very mature sounding humph.
Jensen just grinned, relieved that Jared's ever present optimism was holding out. He watched as Jared unwrapped his ankle noting the swelling had gone down some but not enough to test and see if it was broken. Jared took the bag out refilling it with snow and rebound the ankle before slipping it back under
the covers. Jensen gritted his teeth, but this time he was trying to ignore the erection that he developed at such an inopportune time, rather than the pain from the offending body part.
He watched Jared as he made his way to the cockpit, flinching when he saw his friend visibly square his shoulders before pulling himself up and out of sight. Jensen was frustrated with his inability to help as well as not being able to spare Jared another encounter with a dead body, something that the younger man hadn't said anything about but Jensen knew was eating him up inside. He had just lain back trying to release some of the tension in his shoulders before his head started to pound again when he heard a startled yelp.
"Jared? Jared? Jay! What the hell happened?" Jensen was off the pallet pulling himself towards the cockpit heart in his throat when he got no answer.