The Few, The Proud, The Broken 9/?
Title: The Few, The Proud, The Broken 9/?
Author: krebsbach
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Summary: Jensen is a Marine suffering PTSD who just wants to be left alone. Jared is the Psychologist trying to help him.
Beta’d by: orvida
Warning: NC-17, POW Torture, rape
Notes: Watched a local news story about returning vets that got me thinking about PTSD.
Disclaimer: as usual my twisted brain has the boys doing
naughty things to each other.
Scooting back away Jared sat back against the second bed. He could feel the tickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. Jensen jumped up storming out of the room. Jared felt like a freaking rapist. His brain knew Jensen wasn’t even close to being able to process any sexual contact without the rape over riding any other feelings he had. But his need to love the beautifully broken soldier cancelled out anything but the need to touch Jensen.
"Fuck!" Jared swore into the empty room.
Hot angry tears streamed down Jensen’s face as he walked the length of the L shaped motel parking lot. He was pissed at himself and at Jared the big lug head. Jared treated him like spun glass with his sweet kisses everything was great until Jared wanted to get to second base and Jensen freaked out and slugged him.
Sitting down on one of the parking medians at the end of motel parking lot Jensen looked up at the night sky. The stars looked like twinkling Christmas lights. Closing his eyes Jensen listened to the hum of the interstate blinding with buzz of the ancient motel neon sign flashing vacancy. The sounds of the night were so much more simple then the all the jumbled emotions and thoughts rumbling through Jensen.
"Jensen. They can’t take anything from you that you don’t give them." The words his grandmother had said to him as she sat next to him before he shipped out to boot camp played through Jensen’s mind.
At the time the words had confused him. But it was his grandmother’s way of telling him not to lose who he was in his heart to what everyone else wanted from him. Jensen knew he had lost himself somewhere in the desert sands a half a world away. The Jensen who had gone off to fight for his country wasn’t the Jensen who returned battered and broken. He needed to find out who the real Jensen was now.
Jared stared at himself in the hazed yellow glow of the bathroom mirror. His jaw was slightly swollen and turning a dark shade of purple. The bruise from the hospital had faded to barely noticeable. But injuries he sorely deserved. He was an asshole to Jensen since the first moment he had saw him.
"Fuck!" Jared snarled at his image slamming his fisted into the reflection in the mirror.
The glass shattered in a spider web. Pain ricocheted up Jared’s arm. Blood started to ooze between his clinched fingers. Flexing his hand Jared hissed as shards of glass fell from the cuts on his knuckles. Turn on the tap he watched the reddish pink swirls of water go down the drain. Snagging a towel Jared wrapped his hand and dropped down on one of the beds. He sent Jensen a short text before tossing his phone toward his bag.
‘I am a jackass. Sorry.’
Jensen’s first instinct was to ignore his phone when it vibrated in his pocket. He looked at the few simple words on the small screen. With a sigh Jensen got up. "Yes Doc you are a jackass. But I am a fucked up emotionally and a damaged asshole. So maybe we can work, or kill each other." Getting up Jensen headed back to the room.
The Computer Forensic Crime Lab was located in the new section of the Criminal Justice complex downtown. Six blocks from the Major Crimes squad. It always felt like she was handing her case off to another agency to Clarice when she had to take evidence to the ‘Geeks’. Their suicide vic’s Ventimiglia’s computer had encrypted entries they needed to see to help close the case out. They were still waiting for Dr. Padalecki to show up and give a statement. Clarice hated waiting on other people.
Danny Chin was the super computer geek among the computer geeks in the lab. If he couldn’t crack an encrypted computer then there really wasn’t any hope. The FBI and NSA had tried to recruit Danny numerous times but the 25 year old declined respectfully never giving a reason why. Clarice had her own thoughts on why he turned them down but she kept them to herself.
"I don’t care what the diagnostic told you they are wrong man." Danny swung around in his chair hearing the knock on his door. He had his ear bud in talking to some faceless idiot from ‘Best Buy’s Geek Squad’. One of the Sgt in homicide took his personal computer in to be fixed and the Geek’s at Best Buy told him he basically needed a new computer. Danny told him that was bull crap he would fix it. He waved Clarice in. "I’ll have someone come and pick up the lab top. I want everything that was brought in back and I mean everything. If there was dust you brushed on put it back!" Danny growled hitting the disconnect on his ear piece.
"Hello Gorgeous. How is my favorite Detective today?" Danny asked with a flirty smile.
"Favorite Detective? I thought that was Eddie Morris from Vice?" Clarice asked with a wink. Danny had a crush on the tall athletic slightly masculine female Vice detective.
Danny grabbed Clarice’s hand placing it over his heart. "For you my Darling Clarice I would give up my unrequited love for my buxom blonde Eddie." Danny batted his deep brown eyes at her Clarice couldn’t help but to blush and laugh at 54 she was old enough to Danny’s mother.
"Cut it out Flirty boy. I need you to work your magic on a suicide’s computer. There are some encrypted entries we need to see before we can close this one out." Clarice handed the evidence bag with the lap top to Danny.
"Anything for you my Lady."
Giving Danny a kiss on the top of his head "Thanks. Let me know when you have something." Clarice waved as she left.
Jensen opened the door to the motel room he was surprised to see Jared sprawled out on one of the bed asleep. Jared had his left hand wrapped in a towel that showed the reddish pink ting of blood across the cloth. The side of Jared’s jaw was swollen and the deep purple of a getting a right hook by someone who knew how to throw one.
Sitting down on the bed next to Jared Jensen gently brushed the hair from the young doctor’s forehead. Jensen continue to stroke his fingers through the thick strands even when Jared opened his eyes. Neither of them seemed to want to speak first. Jensen stood up and took off his shirt before laying down to curl around Jared from behind.
"Let’s just get some sleep Doc." Jensen whispered against the back of Jared’s neck.
TBC>>>>