Fic: Hold on to me (While the ground shakes), [3/15]

[jen_jm]

Title: ‘Hold on to me (While the ground shakes)’ (3/15)
Author: JM
Pairing: Jared/Jensen, past other/Jensen, Michael/Tom, Jeff/Samantha, mentions of Erica/Allison, Denny/Izzie, George/Meredith, Derek/Meredith.
Rating: NC-17 overall
Characters: They’re quite a lot, so I’ll put them behind a cut for the sake of your f-lists.

Main: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Eric Kripke, Tom Welling, Michael Rosenbaum, Michael Weatherly, Nathan Petrelli (Heroes), Josh Holloway, Chris Kane.
Secondary: Chase McDonald (LA Heat) Allison Mack, Erica Durance, Samantha Smith, Don Eppes (Numb3rs), Megan Reeves (Numb3rs), Colby Granger (Numb3rs).
Guest stars: Alona Tal, August Brooks (LA Heat), Annette O’Toole, Chad Michael Murray, Charlie Eppes (Numb3rs), David Sinclair (Numb3rs), Meredith Grey (Grey’s Anatomy), George O'Malley (Grey’s Anatomy), Addison Montgomery-Shepard (Grey’s Anatomy), Derek Shepard (Grey’s Anatomy), Denny Duquette (Grey’s Anatomy), Izzie Stevens (Grey’s Anatomy), Christina Yang (Grey’s Anatomy), Alex Karev (Grey’s Anatomy)
Mentions of: Josh Charles, Dan Rydell (Sports Night), Sandy McCoy, Steve Carlson, Kate Austen (Lost)
Category: Slash
Word count: 60,000 total
Warnings: AU, angst, slash, language (sometimes), amnesiac!Jensen, mention of non-con, murder and violence.
Disclaimer: Again, for the sake of your f-lists, here's the lj-cut.

Jared and Jensen aren’t mine ç_ç they belong to each other themselves. So does every other real person and/or every fictional character I mentioned here. Well, except Josh Charles, who belongs to my dear Fae and if you say otherwise she’s gonna cut your hands and feed them to her goldfish. (Yeah, I’m obviously kidding, we own nothing. ;_____;)
Numb3rs belongs to Cheryl Heuton and Nicholas Falacci, Grey’s Anatomy belongs to Shonda Rhimes, Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, LA Heat belongs to whoever its creator is, Sports Night belongs to Aaron Sorkin and Lost belongs to JJ Abrams.I really don’t mean to offend anyone and nothing of what I wrote in this story is to be considered real, it’s all fiction.
Author’s Notes: Okay, so…first thing. You don't need to know the shows I put in this story, so don't worry about that. I know it sounds crazy to mix up real people and fictional characters. But trust me, I had a hell of a lot of fun writing this, and if you give it a chance, maybe you’ll enjoy reading it! ^_-
As ever, feel free to report any mistake. Constructive criticism is welcome, feedback makes me happy!
A special thanks to
nejem  for her precious support!!
Beta: My beloved and wonderful and irreplaceable and amazing 
faechan .
Summary: “After a car accident Jensen wakes up with a gap of four years in his memory, and the way everyone around him acts makes him understand something horrible happened in that period. While Jensen tries to get back his life back together, Jared leaves his family home in San Antonio, trying to find his own way, and he ends up working in a place he’d never imagined.
But things are not as simple as they appear and they’ll find out their lives are linked, in more ways than they think.” - First story in the Threads!Verse

Crossposted

[ Chapter 1 - ‘Awakenings and new towns’ ]
[ Chapter 2 - ‘New starts and old fairytales’ ]

Chapter 3 - ‘Therapy sessions and a goodbye party’

“You don’t have to be here, Chris.” Jensen said as he sat down in doctor Kripke’s waiting room, next to his friend. “You should be home, getting your things ready or something.”

“I can pack my things later.” Chris replied looking at Jensen with a little smile. “You’re gonna need a friend, Jen.”

For a few minutes no one talked and Jensen thought about the flight back to LA. He’d ended up sitting between Chris and Jeff, and learned why they shouldn’t be sitting anywhere near each other. Like, ever. Especially in a plane, without any way out.
A little smile rose to his lips and he turned to look at Chris.

“How did we meet?”

Chris looked at him and smirked, chuckling. “Rosenbaum.”

“I knew him before you?”

“Kinda.” Chris replied. “I met him to a charity party at my college and he invited me to his birthday party. You were there.”

“How did I end up at the birthday party of a billionaire?” Jensen asked, letting out a soft laugher.

“You know, you never really told me when exactly you and Mike met.” Chris said, a curious smile on his lips, then shook his head. “I guess I never really asked.”

The door near them opened and a man smiled to them. “Jensen, it’s good to see you. Come in!”

Jensen and Chris stood, and entered the studio, smiling back at the man.

“You want me to wait outside?” Chris asked, before closing the door.

“No, stay.” Jensen replied, feeling suddenly nervous as they sat down. Since his mother was back in Texas, Chris was the only one of his ‘new’ life he trusted.

“So, you lost all the memories about LA?”

“Yeah. Everything.” Jensen replied, looking at the man. “Doctor Kripke…”

“Eric.” The man interrupted him. “We established a long time ago that you call me Eric.”

“Okay, Eric, you’re…you’re my therapist.” Jensen pointed out, keeping his eyes fixed on the man ones. “So you know what happened here.”

“I do.” Eric admitted, nodding slowly. “And I asked Chris not to tell you.”

“Why?” Jensen asked, sighing. “I mean, I’m seriously starting to freak out…it’s frustrating.”

“What do you know about what happened?”

“How the hell am I supposed to know anything?” Jensen asked, starting to feel the frustration coming back. “A week ago I didn’t even know who my best friend was!”

“Okay, then what do you think happened?” The man was calm, looking intently at Jensen with an unreadable expression.

“I…” Jensen hesitated, shaking his head and trying to calm down. “I tried to remember, but…all I get is this frustration and…” He looked at the man and sighed again, lowering his eyes. “…and rage.”

“You had an emotional breakdown, about an year ago. You’ve been recovering since then.”

“An emotional breakdown? Why?”

“Something happened.” Eric said, carefully avoiding any explicit reference. “Something traumatic that had gone on for a certain period.”

“You’re not really tellin’ me anything here, doc.” Jensen replied, looking at him.

“I know.” Eric took a deep breath and rested his elbows on his knees. “And I’m not gonna tell you what happened.” Before Jensen could say anything, the man gently raised a hand to stop him. “When you came here the first time, I saw you didn’t trust me and the help I could give you.” He looked at Jensen directly in the eye. “So I suggested you to keep notes, a journal.”

“A journal?” Jensen asked, looking at the doctor and then at Chris. “You mean like daily journal or something?”

“Or something. You wrote down what happened to you and how you felt about it. And you kept writing before every session and whenever you felt the need to express what you felt, but didn’t feel like talking.” Eric explained, a little gentle smile on his lips. “It helped you to see the progresses.”

“What’s so bad that got me in therapy sessions?”

“If I told you, you wouldn’t understand. You would feel it like something that didn’t really happen to you, like some story or clinical report.”

“If it’s so terrible, isn’t better this way?” Jensen asked, confused. “If I don’t remember and I treat it like somebody else’s story? It would hurt less.”

“It’s not that easy boy.” Eric replied, sighing like he expected that reaction. “What you’ve been through, it can’t be deleted like this. You’ve cried too many tears to get where you were, and you were healing. It wasn’t easy, but you were healing.” He saw the frustration and the worry fighting in Jensen’s eyes at those words. “The pain’s still there, Jensen, somewhere deep inside, repressed with all the memories your brain is refusing.”

“That’s why I can’t remember.”

“Exactly.” Eric nodded, straightening his back and looking at him with a serious look. “Denial is not the solution. Your brain is denying what happened and it’s not healthy.” He explained, seeing a change in the boy’s look. He was starting to understand. “If I tell you your story, your brain is probably gonna refuse it, but if you read your own words, the ones you wrote to yourself in the journal, we have a better chance to break down this wall.” Jensen nodded, lowering his gaze. “And once we get past this wall, we can get back to the healing process.”

“It sounds…painful.” Jensen said with an unhappy chuckle. “But why now? Why my brain is starting to repress this now?”

“Human subconscious is something really…sneaky. You never really know what’s going on in there.” Eric said, and was glad to see a little smile tug at the corners of Jensen’s mouth at the word ‘sneaky’. “I guess that being injured, being hurt, it brought back memories, sensations, and your brain tried to shut them out.”

Those words didn’t reassure Jensen and he nodded, feeling the silent comfort of Chris’ presence. He understood why Eric didn’t want to tell the story, but he couldn’t wait to get home and get his hands on the journal.

Despite everything he didn’t care about subconscious in that moment, he just wanted his life back, no matter how fucked up it was.

~~

After a week Jensen still didn’t have a clue about where he kept the journal. He’d never told Chris and all the house was quite a mess with all the boxes and stuff.

“You sure you’re okay with me leaving?”

“You’re gonna keep asking me?” Jensen asked, sighing. “I’ll be fine.”

“What about the rent? You’re gonna stay in this apartment?”

“Yeah, at least the neighbors know me. And Jeff’s diner’s across the street.” He sat down on the couch, looking around. “And the rent shouldn’t be a problem, the money mom’s sending should be enough.”

“You could always go home in Texas, you know.” Chris said, sitting down next to him.

“No, I’m not goin’ back there.” Jensen replied, a little smile on his lips. “I like LA.”

There were a few minutes of silence, then the doorbell rang. Jensen went to open the door and found himself face to face with Michael.

“Hey! Come in!” Jensen said with a wide smile. “What are you doin’ here?”

“Well, since I’m the one who organized the goodbye party, I’m also the one who should be telling you two about it.”

“Goodbye party?” Chris asked, perplexed. Then his eyes widened. “For me?”

“No, for my cat, he’s leaving for Vancouver.” Michael replied with a raised eyebrow. “Of course for you, moron.”

Chris looked at him for several seconds without saying anything, then a slow smile spread on his lips. “You’re not kiddin’, right?”

Michael shook his head and mirrored the smile, resting a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “I know, I’m the best.”

“Thank you, dork.”

Jensen watched the exchange with a grin, thinking that hey, he wasn’t so bad at making new friends after all.

“So, you’re gonna introduce me to your secret love before I leave?” Chris asked, going towards the kitchen to get a beer to his friend.

“Secret love?”

Jensen looked at Michael with obvious confusion on his face. Chris had told him that Rosenbaum was the owner of a huge company that produced videogames, and that he was one of the most honest and loyal guys he’d ever met. He’d also said he would have denied saying those things. But he’d never told anything about a ‘secret love’.

“Oh yeah, he has a secret love.” Chris replied, coming back with two beers and a soda. “No alcohol for you little boy, you’re still on meds.” He said, handing the soda to Jensen.

“Thanks mom.” Jensen replied with a grin, taking the soda. “Who’s this secret love? You never told us anything?”

“Not exactly.” Michael said with a smile. “But you’re gonna meet him at the party.”

“Really?” Chris grinned evilly.

“Him?” Jensen looked at Michael, surprised. Yeah, Chris had failed to mention that, too.

“Uh, he kinda likes boys, girls and basically everything that breathes.” Chris explained, and Michael slapped him on the back of the head.

“Dork.” Rosenbaum shot him a bad look, then narrowed his eyes. “If you tell him something…”

“Hey, don’t worry, I’m not gonna make your boy run.”

“I think he might kill you if you did.” Jensen grinned and took a sip from the soda.

“I will.” Michael replied, smiling towards Jensen. “Sorry guys, now I have to go. I should be in a meeting in…well, half an hour ago.” Chris shook his head and chuckled as Michael looked his watch. “Party’s tomorrow.” He added walking towards the door.

~

Jensen knew it wasn’t a good idea, but he couldn’t help it. Still in his hands there was a journal, closed with a leather strap and secured with a small lock.

The party was in a few hours, and Jensen knew it was better to wait until after it, but the truth was just a few inches from him. All he needed were scissor and they were in his free hand.

He looked at the thing for a while, in complete silence. He had a few minutes before Chris came back, then he knew he had to hide it. He wasn’t going to ruin his friend’s party and he was sure he could handle whatever it was that was written in there.

He sighed and decided to read a few pages, just to be able to resist until the day after.
He cut the strap and put the scissors on the bed, slowly opening the journal.

The fist page was filled in a quick and nervous calligraphy that Jensen barely recognized as his own, and he felt a knot forming in his throat. He looked at the date, exactly an year before.

“June 1999
I think this is a very dumb idea. Seriously, I’m not a thirteen years old girl who needs a freaking diary. But still, I’m gonna try anyway.

Well, the first thing I remember about arriving here in LA is my first job. Well, actually the only job I had since I got here. And the old motel I was staying at. Can’t remember the motel’s name, but I worked in a place not far from it. Actually it was right in front of it, the Crimson.

Hell, it’s such a cliché name for a place like that, and I’m still a bit confused about how I ended up working in a strip club.”

Jensen frowned deeply. A strip club? He was stripper?

“But the pay was good, and the company wasn’t bad either. Not entirely, anyway. That’s also where I met the first friend I made here in town, Tom.

I didn’t work there for long, something less than a year, until I decided I was ready to get my life destroyed.”

“God, I’m such a drama queen.” Jensen muttered, wondering what had happened to make him write words like those.

“Eric says I should wait before talking about him, but I don’t give a damn, he’s the reason why I’m here now, writing in a stupid journal, so I think he deserves a special mention.

I spent eleven months at the Crimson, but I met him after a few weeks. I think I’ll never have the luck to forget it.”

Jensen let out an unhappy chuckle at the irony of those last words and went on.

“I guess it didn’t take long to fall in love with him. The bastard was charming and sweet and all those things I should have ignored. But we got together only a couple months after our first meeting.

I remember that Tom once said I was lucky to have someone who wanted to get me out of there. God, I wish I didn’t agree with him. I’d rather spend a lifetime dancing in that place than an hour in the same room with Nathan, that son of a bitch.

The same son of a bitch that…oh God, I can’t even believe I’m really writing this…the same son of a bitch that raped me a month ago.

The same son of a bitch I spent two years of my life with. Twenty”five months are a little more than two years, actually, and it felt like an eternity. It felt like hell. But I stayed, I took everything and kept my mouth shut. I took every punch and every kick and every blow and I stayed and kept my mouth shut. Because I loved him. I fucking loved the son of a bitch that raped me when I tried to leave.”

Jensen read those last lines several times, trying to convince himself there had to be some mistake, that he hadn’t meant to write those words, that he’d surely meant something else.
He felt the room spin and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

He felt his stomach twist and he dropped the journal, running in the near bathroom and kneeling near the toilet before throwing up his lunch. He felt his eyes water as those words came back again and again, and he saw the image of himself being attacked, being raped by that man, a man he trusted, a man he loved.

“Jensen!” Chris’ voice called him from the bedroom, then heard him running towards the bathroom. “Oh my God, Jensen…”

Jensen didn’t look up, and did nothing to acknowledge Chris presence as silent tears fell down his cheeks. “What did he do to me?”

Then he looked up, looking directly in his Chris’ eye. “Jensen, I don’t think…”

“What the hell did he do to me!?”

“Calm down, Jensen.” Chris knelt right beside him, putting his hands on Jensen’s shoulders. “Look at me…calm down.”

Jensen wanted to shove away those hands, to yell, to go back and read what else that man had done to him but he simply closed his eyes as tears of rage and disgust kept falling.

~

Chris sighed as he watched his friend sleep. It had taken him several minutes to convince Jensen not to read anything else from the journal, and finally he’d talked him into sleeping. He’d been sleeping for two hours now, and Chris had hidden the journal in the bedside table.

He should have been there with Jensen, he should have been there supporting him, going through those words with him.

“It’s not your fault.” Jensen said, his voice sleepy and calm. Then he opened his eyes.

“I should have been here.”

“I can handle this.” Jensen said, rising to a sitting position. He looked around, obviously searching for the journal. “I really can.”

“Jen, you freaked out, you saw it.” Chris replied, shaking his head. “I shouldn’t leave you alone to deal with this.”

“Yeah, I kinda freaked out, but I’m not alone, Chris.” Jensen sighed, closing his eyes. “And I think Eric was right, I think it helped.”

“You remember something?”

“Yeah, kinda. A few details.” Jensen opened his eyes, and looked at his friend. “I remember my best friend when I was at the Crimson, Tom…I don’t remember his last name.” Jensen saw the surprise in Chris eyes. “I remember random things of the Crimson…dancing, drinking beer.” He sighed, focusing on the other person he remembered. “I remember his face, his name.” He hesitated, looking away from Chris’ eyes. “Nathan Petrelli.”

“How can you be so calm?”

“Chris.” Jensen’s tone was serious and determined, and Chris looked at him, surprised. “I don’t know how I dealt with it before the accident, but right now I don’t want to hide from it.” Jensen didn’t look away, his eyes to Chris’. “I know what happened, I don’t remember it. I can handle this.”

“Maybe we should stay home, tonight.” Chris said, visibly worried.

“And lose your goodbye party? No way.” Jensen replied, determined. “I’m gonna be fine, Chris.” He showed a little smile. “Don’t look at me like I’m crazy or something, I’ll be okay. Maybe it might even help me, you know. Meeting new people. Old friends. Whatever.”

“You’re crazy.” Chris shook his head, mirroring his smile. “You promise me you’ll tell me if something’s wrong. You promise me and we’ll go.”

“Ok, mom, I promise you.” Jensen felt Chris hand on his shoulder and kept smiling.

Truth was, he was still shaken and he was sure his hands trembled a bit, but he ignored it and tried to look as natural as he could. He was going to the party, and he was going to act like nothing had happened that afternoon.

He had to find the way to go through that without closing himself in the bathroom, crying. He didn’t know what else was in that journal, but he wasn’t going to let it ruin his life. And he was sure the other him, the one with all the memories, would have acted just like him.

~~

“A party?” Jared asked, looking at Tom from behind the counter. He was finding his new job interesting, despite his initial fears, and he and Tom had become quite close for two guys who had known each other for just something more than a couple of weeks.

“Yeah.” Tom replied, smiling. “A close friend of…well, you know…is leaving for Seattle, and…”

“And your Prince Charming wants to introduce you to his friends.” Jared finished for him. He saw Tom glare and nod. “But why me?”

“‘Cause I’m not gonna stand there in a room filled with snobby middle”aged businessmen all alone.” Tom said, frowning. “I need someone who can save me. Please?”

“Oh, if it’s fine with him, then it’s fine with me, I’m curious to meet this Prince Charming.”

“Oh, shut up!” Tom laughed and looked almost embarrassed. “He’s curious to meet you as well.”

~

“Maybe it’s not such a great idea.” Tom said, his voice nervous as he looked around at the huge house in front of them. He’d expected to see more cars, but it looked like it was a small party. Which meant that if he ran, they would have noticed.

“C’mon, move your ass, or we’re gonna be late.” Jared replied, without taking his eyes away from the building.

They got to the front door and Tom stopped, fixing his clothes and looking at Jared. “Do we have to?”

“Dude, you’re acting like Cinderella with a nervous breakdown.”

Before Tom could say anything Jared rang the doorbell; after a few seconds an attractive young man opened the door and Jared frowned.

“Tom!” The man said, smiling widely. “I was staring to get worried.”

“Hey…” Tom relaxed and smiled back to the man. Then he remembered his friend was standing next to him. “Mike, this is Jared.”

“Nice to meet you, Jared, I’ve heard quite a lot about you.” He said, gesturing then to walk inside, then he held out his hand to Jared, who shook it immediately. “I’m Michael.”

As they stepped in the hallway Tom stopped and looked suddenly uncertain, and Jared turned to look at him. Then he sighed, eyeing Michael who was perplexed by Tom’s behavior.

“I guess you should reassure him no one’s gonna eat him alive.” Jared suggested with a smile, nodding towards Michael.

“I guess I should.” Michael mirrored the smile and shook his head. “You go on, my friends are in the living room, second door on the left. And they’re not gonna eat you either. Unless you ask them nicely.”

Jared laughed at that and nodded, heading down to the living room. He heard a few voices and took a deep breath, opening the door and stepping inside.

There was a bunch of people in the room, and they all looked at him as he entered. They weren’t as many as he and Tom expected and they definitely didn’t look like snobby businessmen.

“You’re Michael’s boyfriend?” A girl with long blond hair asked with an evil grin, and Jared thought that maybe not all Tom’s fears were pointless.

“Actually…no, I’m not.” Jared showed a little smile. “I’m Jared, a friend of Michael’s boyfriend.”

“Good, ‘cause you’re far too hot to be his boyfriend.” The girl replied, taking a step towards him.

“Nice to meet you, Jared, I’m Chris.” Another boy said, smiling in his direction. Then he pointed towards the blond girl. “This dork is LeAnn, don’t worry, she’s not dangerous. These are Justin, Steve, Sophia and Jensen.” He pointed at the others, one by one, and Jared tried to remember the names.

“Nice to meet you, guys.” Jared replied with a little smile, trying not to feel like an idiot. He was standing in the living room of some random billionaire kid who had a story with his kind”of”best”friend and he didn’t even know who he was talking to.

“See? You scared him, you dork.” Chris said, looking at LeAnn.

Jared let out a soft laugher but didn’t hear the reply or the discussion that it caused, because Jensen was standing next to him, handing him a beer with a smile. “Trust me, they’re not so bad when you’re drunk enough.”

Jared smiled to him and felt a bit more relaxed. “I’m not even sure why I’m here.”

“Well, it kinda makes the two of us.”

Jared frowned at that and Jensen grinned, shaking his head. “So, we gonna see your friend and Michael before midnight?”

“I hope so.” Jared replied, grinning back. “My friend was kinda terrified to be eaten alive by middle”aged businessmen.”

Jensen laughed at that and they sat down on the couch. “Don’t worry, we’re not gonna eat anyone.”

“Unless asked nicely?” Jared added with a grin, and Jensen looked at him with a mixture of amusement and confusion. “It was Michael’s way to reassure me.”

“Yeah…I guess he’s never been good at that.” Jensen replied, shaking his head.

Jared was about to ask him how long he’d known Michael, but the door behind them opened and they stood, turning.

“Hey guys, sorry for making you wait. This is…” Michael said, entering the room.

“Tom!” Jensen said, his voice and face showing utter surprise.

“Jensen?” The smile disappeared from Tom’s face and he took a couple of steps into the room.

“You know each other?” Michael asked, surprised.

“It’s a long story.” Tom replied without moving his eyes from Jensen. “We worked together.”

Jensen didn’t say anything, he turned slowly, walking towards the open window. Chris was about to follow him, but Michael stopped him as Tom went and Jared looked in the direction of the window, worried.

~

Jensen didn’t know how he got out on the balcony, he just knew suddenly it had become harder to breathe in the room. He put his hands on the railing and took a deep breath.

“Jensen.”

The boy turned slowly, and showed a little smile. “Sorry, I…just needed some fresh air.”

Tom nodded, mirroring the little smile. “You look fine.”

“I…I am fine, I guess.” Jensen hesitated, sighing. “I had an accident about a couple of weeks ago, I…I don’t remember much about LA.”

“You…you forgot everything?” Tom’s smile disappeared and Jensen shook his head.

“I’m starting to remember a few things.” He didn’t look at Tom as he talked. “I remember the Crimson, I remember you and…”

“Nathan.”

“Yeah. Not much, but it’s enough.”

“I’m sorry Jensen.” Tom walked towards him and leaned against the railing. “When I heard he got arrested, I thought about looking for you, but I was afraid that seeing me, it…well, I thought you wanted to forget that page of your life.”

“I kinda did.” Jensen replied with a smile and Tom chuckled, glad his friend was reacting so well. “He got arrested?”

“A couple of months ago.” Tom replied, looking at the floor. “It’s another long story. But if you want…”

“No, I…” Jensen hesitated, taking a deep breath, then looking at his old friend with a smile. “I had enough for today.” He didn’t say anything for a couple of seconds then his smile widened. “It’s good to see you.”

“Yeah, it’s good to see you too.” Tom replied, mirroring the smile.

They looked at each other for a few seconds, then Tom gestured in the window’s direction and Jensen nodded, as they headed inside.

~

“Well, guys, I guess we have plenty of reasons for this party.” Michael said, raising the glass with a grin.”Chris is leaving for Seattle, and he’s not gonna annoy us anymore with his bitchy presence.” He announced, gaining a few amused glares. “Jensen found an old friend. And you all met my boyfriend, who, in my opinion, is the most wonderful boy on this planet.”

“Oh God, he’s drunk.” Tom muttered, shaking his head and blushing.

“You dance nearly naked in front of dozens horny men and you blush ‘cause your boyfriend says something sweet?” Jared asked, amused and confused.

“He’s always been like this.” Jensen commented, equally amused.

“You remember that?” Tom looked surprised and glad as he looked at his friend.

“Yeah, I remember that.” Jensen replied, grinning, then he looked at Jared. “What about you? You freaked out the first time?”

Jared hesitated, showing an unsure smile. “I…I don’t really…”

“He’s a bartender.” Tom explained, patting Jared on the shoulder. “A pretty clumsy one. But he’s learning.”

“Hey!” Jared turned to look at Tom with a grin and Tom laughed. “It’s just temporary, you know…’til I find out a way to settle down.”

“Well, I guess no one plans on doin’ that job forever.” Jensen commented, smiling at Jared’s sudden embarrassment.

Tom was about to reply, but he felt a hand on the small of his back and Michael whispering something in his ear. Jensen and Jared saw his face tense a bit then relax into a mischievous grin.

“Sorry, guys I…ehm…I’ll be right back.”

“Sure!” Jared said with a faked serious tone, gaining a sarcastic smile from Tom and a laugher from Jensen.

~~
tbc

A/N: First thing, I know, I need to update more often. But me and my beta are both damn busy, so I apologize and I promise I’ll do my best.

Second thing, finally we know what happened to Jensen, and I can tell you we’ll find out more about Nathan.
Third thing, Jensen and Jared met. I know, not much interaction this time, but it’s just the beginning.
Not much to add, let me know what you think.
See you as soon as I can. *blows kiss*JM