[Ghost Hunters] Jason/Grant - Lost Without You
Title: Lost Without You
Fandom: Ghost Hunters
Rating: PG
Pairing: Grant/Jason
Warnings: RPS.
Disclaimer: I don't own Jason Hawes or Grant Wilson. They own themselves. It'd be pretty sweet if I did own them, though.
Notes: First GH fic. Unbeta'd. I haven't written in a while.
Note 2: I claimed 100 GH fics over at
fanfic100. This is writer's choice.
1.
Grant Wilson has never been a man who is easily shaken up by things. He’s gotten used to the various spooks and frights that can occur during an investigation but that place, that house, had put him on edge and he is more than a little relieved when they finally get the hell out of there.
The car ride back to the hotel is a quiet one. Everyone is either too tired, or too unsettled, to really say much. Grant rests his forehead against the cool glass of the window, and stares out at the dark figures of the trees zooming by until his skin begins to crawl and the hair on the back of his neck stands up with thoughts of what things could be lurking just outside the car. He can feel Jason’s eyes on him periodically throughout the drive, but he feigns sleep and keeps his head turned the other way. He doesn’t want to talk about it right now. Not when it’s all so fresh in his mind.
Jason had been lying there… just lying there. Not moving. Not speaking. No one knew what had happened. He had just dropped like a stone. And Grant thought his heart had stopped.
The bigger man’s hand brushes his on the armrest and Grant locks their fingers together still staring out the window.
He had almost lost something he had never realized just how much he would miss.
2.
“Hey, are you okay, man?” Jason finally asks him as he drops his bags on one of the beds.
The smaller man runs a hand through his hair, not daring to look at his friend, as he exhales shakily and replies, “Yeah. I’m…I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?” Dropping his bag on the other bed he sits down next to it and starts taking off his shoes.
“Because that was some pretty eerie shit back there,”
The corners of Grant’s lips quirk up halfheartedly as he says, “That’s the biggest understatement of the year,”
“Well, it’s over now,” Jason claps a hand on his shoulder and moves towards the bathroom door, “and tonight Tango and Steve will work on reviewing all of the evidence. Hopefully we got some pretty good stuff because going on personal experiences alone just isn’t enough. Even though they were some pretty extreme experiences.” He smiles at his friend gently, “Look, I’m fine. Really. I am. Stop worrying,”
Opening his mouth Grant starts to speak but Jason cuts him off, “Yes you are worrying. But look! I’m right here. I’m not gonna let some ghost take me down that easily.” He laughs and heads into the bathroom.
Grant rubs a hand across his face as he watches his friend disappear into the bathroom and then flops backwards on the bed, “Yeah,” he says softly, “extreme.”
3.
It’s five in the morning and he is still up.
The hotel room is too quiet. It’s that weird, still silence that is almost stifling. That certain type of disconcerting quiet that only hotel rooms seem to have.
From the other bed he can hear Jason’s soft snores. He had no problems whatsoever falling asleep, and Grant shifts so he can see the outline of his friend. It’s amazing. He had passed out as soon as his body had hit the mattress, and Grant marvels at his ability to brush things off and to be more concerned about how everyone else is doing than about himself.
Lying on his back he stares at the ceiling and chews on his lower lip. He can’t stop thinking about what Jason had looked like lying motionless on the ground and how his breath had caught in his throat and his heart had stuttered to a stop when he had caught sight of the older man.
His reaction to the situation almost scares him more than the situation itself. And he tries to tell himself that it had all just been concerned for his friend. His best friend.
The fact that it had literally felt as if he would be losing a huge part of himself if something had happened to Jason didn’t mean anything.
At least that’s what he keeps telling himself
4.
“Stop fidgeting.”
Grant freezes, mid shift, as the other man’s voice breaks the silence, “Oh, uh. Sorry, Jay. I didn’t…I mean…” He exhales softly, “sorry.”
Jason sighs heavily, “Just get over here, you.”
“What? Grant asks, eyes widening in the darkness, “I…what?”
“You’ve been tossing and turning for the last hour and a half.” He props himself up on one arm and Grant can practically feel his stare, “If either one of us is going to get any sleep you’re going to have to settle down. So get over here,” he throws back his sheets and lies back down.
Grant stares at the other bed for a few moments before sliding quietly out from beneath his own covers and padding across the floor. The carpet is soft under his feet and he hesitates briefly before slipping into the bed beside his friend. Their fingers brush as he is settling down and the smaller man stiffens before the bigger man twines their fingers together and they clasp hands beneath the sheets.
“Now, go to sleep,” Jason commands in a voice that is thick and gravelly with sleep.
Grant closes his eyes and tries his best to obey.
5.
He wakes with his head on the taller man’s chest. Their legs are tangled together and Jason’s arm is a warm, heavy weight across him as he stretches. He blinks against the light and looks around blearily.
From the next room he can hear the echoes of Steve’s deep laugh, and Tango’s muffled voice.
As he moves to get out of the bed, and away from the man in it, he feels the arms around him tighten, successfully trapping him and he looks down, “Oh, morning,”
“You need to tell me what was bothering you last night,” The older man says softly, fingers rubbing lightly against Grant’s back.
Freezing, the smaller man glances down and away from him, “I told you. Nothing. It was just creepy s’all.”
“I think there was more to it than that.”
“Well, what do you think it was, Jay?” Grant asks forcefully, twisting out of his arms so he can sit up and glare, “Maybe it was seeing you lying on the ground. Seeing you taken out by something that I couldn’t…that wasn’t….” Struggling for the words he looks around desperately, “If it had been someone else it would have been different. But it wasn’t. It was you. You… the person who never gets frazzled or, or phased by anything! Maybe it was that!” Glaring back down at him he adds, “And maybe it was the realization that I might…” He stops, and deflates, “that I might…”
“That you might what?” Jason prompts with his hands resting on his friend’s hips and his thumbs moving in gentle circles.
“That I might like you a lot more than just a friend, and that I think I might really miss you if you were gone.” He exhales heavily and stares intently at the wall behind the bed so as to not have to see his friend’s reaction.
After a long moment’s pause Jason finally says, “You’re such a sap.” Grant’s mouth drops open and Jason uses his stunned silence as an opportunity to drag him down for a long kiss. “I’m not going anywhere.” He whispers, “It’ll take a lot more than that to drag me away. Now come on or we’ll be late for breakfast!”
He hops out of bed cheerily and heads into the bathroom leaving a flabbergasted Grant Wilson to stare after him.
Fin.
Fandom: Ghost Hunters
Rating: PG
Pairing: Grant/Jason
Warnings: RPS.
Disclaimer: I don't own Jason Hawes or Grant Wilson. They own themselves. It'd be pretty sweet if I did own them, though.
Notes: First GH fic. Unbeta'd. I haven't written in a while.
Note 2: I claimed 100 GH fics over at
fanfic100. This is writer's choice.
1.
Grant Wilson has never been a man who is easily shaken up by things. He’s gotten used to the various spooks and frights that can occur during an investigation but that place, that house, had put him on edge and he is more than a little relieved when they finally get the hell out of there.
The car ride back to the hotel is a quiet one. Everyone is either too tired, or too unsettled, to really say much. Grant rests his forehead against the cool glass of the window, and stares out at the dark figures of the trees zooming by until his skin begins to crawl and the hair on the back of his neck stands up with thoughts of what things could be lurking just outside the car. He can feel Jason’s eyes on him periodically throughout the drive, but he feigns sleep and keeps his head turned the other way. He doesn’t want to talk about it right now. Not when it’s all so fresh in his mind.
Jason had been lying there… just lying there. Not moving. Not speaking. No one knew what had happened. He had just dropped like a stone. And Grant thought his heart had stopped.
The bigger man’s hand brushes his on the armrest and Grant locks their fingers together still staring out the window.
He had almost lost something he had never realized just how much he would miss.
2.
“Hey, are you okay, man?” Jason finally asks him as he drops his bags on one of the beds.
The smaller man runs a hand through his hair, not daring to look at his friend, as he exhales shakily and replies, “Yeah. I’m…I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?” Dropping his bag on the other bed he sits down next to it and starts taking off his shoes.
“Because that was some pretty eerie shit back there,”
The corners of Grant’s lips quirk up halfheartedly as he says, “That’s the biggest understatement of the year,”
“Well, it’s over now,” Jason claps a hand on his shoulder and moves towards the bathroom door, “and tonight Tango and Steve will work on reviewing all of the evidence. Hopefully we got some pretty good stuff because going on personal experiences alone just isn’t enough. Even though they were some pretty extreme experiences.” He smiles at his friend gently, “Look, I’m fine. Really. I am. Stop worrying,”
Opening his mouth Grant starts to speak but Jason cuts him off, “Yes you are worrying. But look! I’m right here. I’m not gonna let some ghost take me down that easily.” He laughs and heads into the bathroom.
Grant rubs a hand across his face as he watches his friend disappear into the bathroom and then flops backwards on the bed, “Yeah,” he says softly, “extreme.”
3.
It’s five in the morning and he is still up.
The hotel room is too quiet. It’s that weird, still silence that is almost stifling. That certain type of disconcerting quiet that only hotel rooms seem to have.
From the other bed he can hear Jason’s soft snores. He had no problems whatsoever falling asleep, and Grant shifts so he can see the outline of his friend. It’s amazing. He had passed out as soon as his body had hit the mattress, and Grant marvels at his ability to brush things off and to be more concerned about how everyone else is doing than about himself.
Lying on his back he stares at the ceiling and chews on his lower lip. He can’t stop thinking about what Jason had looked like lying motionless on the ground and how his breath had caught in his throat and his heart had stuttered to a stop when he had caught sight of the older man.
His reaction to the situation almost scares him more than the situation itself. And he tries to tell himself that it had all just been concerned for his friend. His best friend.
The fact that it had literally felt as if he would be losing a huge part of himself if something had happened to Jason didn’t mean anything.
At least that’s what he keeps telling himself
4.
“Stop fidgeting.”
Grant freezes, mid shift, as the other man’s voice breaks the silence, “Oh, uh. Sorry, Jay. I didn’t…I mean…” He exhales softly, “sorry.”
Jason sighs heavily, “Just get over here, you.”
“What? Grant asks, eyes widening in the darkness, “I…what?”
“You’ve been tossing and turning for the last hour and a half.” He props himself up on one arm and Grant can practically feel his stare, “If either one of us is going to get any sleep you’re going to have to settle down. So get over here,” he throws back his sheets and lies back down.
Grant stares at the other bed for a few moments before sliding quietly out from beneath his own covers and padding across the floor. The carpet is soft under his feet and he hesitates briefly before slipping into the bed beside his friend. Their fingers brush as he is settling down and the smaller man stiffens before the bigger man twines their fingers together and they clasp hands beneath the sheets.
“Now, go to sleep,” Jason commands in a voice that is thick and gravelly with sleep.
Grant closes his eyes and tries his best to obey.
5.
He wakes with his head on the taller man’s chest. Their legs are tangled together and Jason’s arm is a warm, heavy weight across him as he stretches. He blinks against the light and looks around blearily.
From the next room he can hear the echoes of Steve’s deep laugh, and Tango’s muffled voice.
As he moves to get out of the bed, and away from the man in it, he feels the arms around him tighten, successfully trapping him and he looks down, “Oh, morning,”
“You need to tell me what was bothering you last night,” The older man says softly, fingers rubbing lightly against Grant’s back.
Freezing, the smaller man glances down and away from him, “I told you. Nothing. It was just creepy s’all.”
“I think there was more to it than that.”
“Well, what do you think it was, Jay?” Grant asks forcefully, twisting out of his arms so he can sit up and glare, “Maybe it was seeing you lying on the ground. Seeing you taken out by something that I couldn’t…that wasn’t….” Struggling for the words he looks around desperately, “If it had been someone else it would have been different. But it wasn’t. It was you. You… the person who never gets frazzled or, or phased by anything! Maybe it was that!” Glaring back down at him he adds, “And maybe it was the realization that I might…” He stops, and deflates, “that I might…”
“That you might what?” Jason prompts with his hands resting on his friend’s hips and his thumbs moving in gentle circles.
“That I might like you a lot more than just a friend, and that I think I might really miss you if you were gone.” He exhales heavily and stares intently at the wall behind the bed so as to not have to see his friend’s reaction.
After a long moment’s pause Jason finally says, “You’re such a sap.” Grant’s mouth drops open and Jason uses his stunned silence as an opportunity to drag him down for a long kiss. “I’m not going anywhere.” He whispers, “It’ll take a lot more than that to drag me away. Now come on or we’ll be late for breakfast!”
He hops out of bed cheerily and heads into the bathroom leaving a flabbergasted Grant Wilson to stare after him.
Fin.