[fic] ladyjanelly: In From the Cold
[ Jared/Jensen ]
Title: In From the Cold
Writer: ladyjanelly
Alternate links: AO3
Status of work: Complete
Characters and/or pairings: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R
Warnings, kinks & contents:[Click to read]Homeless!Jensen AU | Jared/Jensen | R, AmnesiaTraumatic Brain Injury
Length: 54,414
Summary: One thing about working in a free clinic, Jared thinks, is that work is never boring. You never know what'll come in from the cold on a night like this.
Reccer's notes: I read this years ago and feel in love with this story. Jensen is a very broken man in this AU and at first you wonder if he is even capable of love, but as the relationship between the two men build they each grow and learn from one another and it all somehow it all works. The pacing of the story is a slow gentle build but it never feels boring. A lovely tender read.
[Short excerpt]And then Jared looks over at his kitchen table and his attention is caught and held by what’s been done, what Jensen must have done. The glass and wire sculpture Jensen gave him is framed by a swirl of silver. Every one of Jared’s knives and forks has been taken out of the drawer and linked together, blades in tines and held by gravity and their own weight together to form a twisted cresting wave that leaves a void space for the tiny man to wait in.
It’s…Jared’s breath catches. It’s beautiful and so careful and so very precise. He creeps up to it like the whole thing will fall apart if he breathes on it wrong. This isn’t something that Jensen found. Jensen made this for him. He created something new out of normal things. He thinks about the wire man again with its bright heart of green glass and the subtle way it reaches both hands out towards the viewer. He wonders if Jensen has always been artsy or if his current state, whatever exactly that is, is somehow responsible.
“Jensen?” Jared turns and Jensen is standing halfway to the door. His head is tipped to the side and he won’t meet Jared’s eyes. “Jensen, this is amazing. Is this a gift for me?”
Jensen chews on his lower lip and shakes his head. “Was always yours.”