I will preface this by saying that this is probably not exactly what you had in mind, and I took a little bit of creative liberty with the prompt because that's the direction my muse went. I'm sorry if you hate it!
Jensen wouldn't have been mentally berating himself so much if he hadn't come face to face with the fact that he'd adored Misha since about five minutes after he met him. In Jensen's defense, the bruises really could have come from things that happened on set. And in his defense, Misha had always been fairly quiet, and getting him to talk about something he didn't want to talk about was next to impossible. The first time Jensen noticed anything, he and Misha were sitting on the hood of the car watching Jared as he very enthusiastically told some stupid story or other. Misha ducked to miss Jared's flailing arm and fell off the car. He hadn't seemed to fall that hard, and if it took him a little longer than Jensen would have expected to get up, even with help, he'd probably just injured himself on set and aggravated it with the fall. The fact that he had a slight limp for three days afterward concerned Jensen, but Misha showed him the bruise on his hip and laughed it off. The second time was a banged up shoulder, which came with slightly less enthusiastic laughter and the explanation that Misha had gotten in the way of a rogue set piece while filming one of the rare scenes that involved Castiel but no Sam and Dean. Jensen laughed with him and told him he must be cursed. He decided it was probably not a good thing that what he really wanted to do was take Misha home and baby him a bit; help ease some of the aches and stiffness he seemed to be plagued with. After the third round of "I had an accident on set", Jensen began to wonder if Misha had some sort of medical problem that caused him to bruise easily or suffer from joint pain. Misha swore that he'd only fallen into a table and bruised some ribs. He gave a halfhearted smile and said he was just clumsy, that's all. Jensen, who by that time considered him a good friend, hugged him gently and suggested that he might want to take better care of himself. Misha was off in the woods meditating shortly after filming had ended for the day. He had stripped off his t-shirt and sat facing the setting sun, eyes closed. Jensen approached quietly, because he knew Misha came to this particular spot every time they finished before dark and spent at least fifteen minutes decompressing. The sight of Misha without his shirt nearly floored Jensen, and not for the reason it normally would have. Once he became aware of Jensen's presence, Misha hurriedly put his shirt back on. He explained that he'd been thrown into the wall a bit harder than he would have liked a few days prior during filming, and that was how the mass of bruises came to be present on his back. If his smile was a bit sad as he turned down Jensen's dinner invitation and said that he should really be getting home, Jensen didn't say anything. Later, he would interrogate Jared and a few other cast and crew members as to Misha's living arrangements. Jared and Jim may have had to stop Jensen from jumping to conclusions and going to Misha's place to meet the mysterious guy Misha was apparently living with. He wasn't admitting anything.
"Kripke's going to kill me." Misha's call to Jensen was slightly panicked. When Jensen suggested he come over and talk about it, Misha declined, but after some coaxing, agreed to meet him at the local coffee shop. Upon seeing the vicious black eye when Misha took off his dark glasses, Jensen was inclined to agree with him. Misha looked miserable, and talked even less than he normally did. Jensen attributed that to the pain. Misha didn't even try to pass that one off as a set injury. He told Jensen that he had simply been working on a carpentry project in his free time and lost his grip on the hammer, which hit him in the face. Jensen sat beside Misha in the emergency department of the local hospital while he waited to be taken back for x-rays. Hairline fracture was the phrase that kept replaying itself in Jensen's head. "I didn't know where else to go," was Misha's quiet confession when a half-awake Jensen made his way downstairs to answer the door at three in the morning a little over two weeks later. "I just knew that I couldn't stay there." Jensen ushered Misha inside and locked the door behind him. "I'm glad you came here," he replied, voice equally soft as he settled Misha on the sofa and retrieved a couple bottles of water from the refrigerator. Then he sat beside Misha and silently offered his support. He knew Misha would talk when he was ready. There was no explaining these marks away. They braceleted his wrists in angry red and made an ugly ring around his neck, and they were the exact size and shape of large hands. They would turn to bruises by morning.
I know it's depressing! I'm sorry... I'm writing a much larger thing right now that I've been working on for several months (it has basically become a novella at this point), and it's a bit dark... and my brain seems to be stuck there.
Re: Part 2 of 2just_imrielMarch 18 2010, 00:32:14 UTC
:::pets Misha::: Jensen wil take good care of him, yes? And Jensen and Jared and Daddy!Jeff will kick ass and take names. :::nods::: thanks for posting. Now..Fix it! Please?
I can't fix it! LOL Seriously, I'm only doing little one-shot things right now because the gigantic thing I'm writing is kicking my ass. It has Jensen/Misha, too, though...
I don't mind at all, but actually prompting will depend on whether I can find a few free minutes at work to do it.
I freely admit I'm semi-useless at the moment... my brain is off in serial killer land and the characters are being very chatty. That fic is kicking my ass, but I *will* finish it.
Jensen wouldn't have been mentally berating himself so much if he hadn't come face to face with the fact that he'd adored Misha since about five minutes after he met him. In Jensen's defense, the bruises really could have come from things that happened on set. And in his defense, Misha had always been fairly quiet, and getting him to talk about something he didn't want to talk about was next to impossible.
The first time Jensen noticed anything, he and Misha were sitting on the hood of the car watching Jared as he very enthusiastically told some stupid story or other. Misha ducked to miss Jared's flailing arm and fell off the car. He hadn't seemed to fall that hard, and if it took him a little longer than Jensen would have expected to get up, even with help, he'd probably just injured himself on set and aggravated it with the fall. The fact that he had a slight limp for three days afterward concerned Jensen, but Misha showed him the bruise on his hip and laughed it off.
The second time was a banged up shoulder, which came with slightly less enthusiastic laughter and the explanation that Misha had gotten in the way of a rogue set piece while filming one of the rare scenes that involved Castiel but no Sam and Dean. Jensen laughed with him and told him he must be cursed. He decided it was probably not a good thing that what he really wanted to do was take Misha home and baby him a bit; help ease some of the aches and stiffness he seemed to be plagued with.
After the third round of "I had an accident on set", Jensen began to wonder if Misha had some sort of medical problem that caused him to bruise easily or suffer from joint pain. Misha swore that he'd only fallen into a table and bruised some ribs. He gave a halfhearted smile and said he was just clumsy, that's all. Jensen, who by that time considered him a good friend, hugged him gently and suggested that he might want to take better care of himself.
Misha was off in the woods meditating shortly after filming had ended for the day. He had stripped off his t-shirt and sat facing the setting sun, eyes closed. Jensen approached quietly, because he knew Misha came to this particular spot every time they finished before dark and spent at least fifteen minutes decompressing. The sight of Misha without his shirt nearly floored Jensen, and not for the reason it normally would have. Once he became aware of Jensen's presence, Misha hurriedly put his shirt back on. He explained that he'd been thrown into the wall a bit harder than he would have liked a few days prior during filming, and that was how the mass of bruises came to be present on his back. If his smile was a bit sad as he turned down Jensen's dinner invitation and said that he should really be getting home, Jensen didn't say anything. Later, he would interrogate Jared and a few other cast and crew members as to Misha's living arrangements. Jared and Jim may have had to stop Jensen from jumping to conclusions and going to Misha's place to meet the mysterious guy Misha was apparently living with. He wasn't admitting anything.
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Upon seeing the vicious black eye when Misha took off his dark glasses, Jensen was inclined to agree with him. Misha looked miserable, and talked even less than he normally did. Jensen attributed that to the pain.
Misha didn't even try to pass that one off as a set injury. He told Jensen that he had simply been working on a carpentry project in his free time and lost his grip on the hammer, which hit him in the face. Jensen sat beside Misha in the emergency department of the local hospital while he waited to be taken back for x-rays. Hairline fracture was the phrase that kept replaying itself in Jensen's head.
"I didn't know where else to go," was Misha's quiet confession when a half-awake Jensen made his way downstairs to answer the door at three in the morning a little over two weeks later. "I just knew that I couldn't stay there."
Jensen ushered Misha inside and locked the door behind him. "I'm glad you came here," he replied, voice equally soft as he settled Misha on the sofa and retrieved a couple bottles of water from the refrigerator. Then he sat beside Misha and silently offered his support. He knew Misha would talk when he was ready. There was no explaining these marks away. They braceleted his wrists in angry red and made an ugly ring around his neck, and they were the exact size and shape of large hands. They would turn to bruises by morning.
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I freely admit I'm semi-useless at the moment... my brain is off in serial killer land and the characters are being very chatty. That fic is kicking my ass, but I *will* finish it.
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