Destiny's Soul Mates - Chapter 8
Destiny’s Soul Mates
Title: Destiny’s Soul Mates
Chapter: Chapter 8: Jesse’s Ghost
Author: shippercrazed/fanficcrazy
Genre: Real Person Fic
Rating: MA for strong language and graphic sexual situations
Pairing: Hugh/Jenn
Warning: If you are offended by RPF’s, why are you reading them? This is a fictional story. No disrespect is intended towards the real people in this fic, especially Jesse Spencer and Jo Laurie (note: I was not inspired by the “break-up” … I started writing this a while back)
Chapter 8: Jesse’s Ghost
“Shit, its Jesse.”
Jenn immediately looked at Hugh with fear in her eyes.
Hugh set the phone back down and walked back over to hug Jenn.
“Hey. Don’t worry about it. I’ll let the answering machine get it.”
Just then the answering machine clicked on and got to where in the incoming message started to record: “Hugh, yea…it’s Jesse. I was wondering if you’ve heard from Jennifer. We ah...kind of had a little lover’s spat and I’m trying to find her. So I’d appreciate a call if you hear from her. Oh...don’t tell her I’m looking for her, o.k. She might still be mad at me. Thanks Hugh. G’day.”
Both stood there entwined in each other’s arms, staring at the answering machine as Jesse left his message. Hugh was shaking with rage. Jenn was shaking with fear.
Hugh couldn’t believe the audacity of the bloody bastard. Calling it a “little lover’s spat”! What an arse. It was then that he realized Jenn was shaking in his arms.
He tilted her head up so she was looking straight in his eyes and said, “Jenn, I swear to you, you are safe with me. I won’t let him hurt you. Don’t you understand? If he hurts you, he hurts me.” Hugh gently brushed his fingers over the purple bruise on Jenn’s cheek as a single tear fell down her face. He leaned down and kissed it away.
He kissed her quickly on the lips and said, “Come on, let’s nuke these pancakes and have some coffee.”
As Jenn sat down on the stool at the breakfast nook, Hugh set a plate of warmed-up pancakes in front of her. She laced them up with butter and syrup and took a big bite while he was pouring her coffee.
He set her coffee in front of her and then sat down with his own plate of pancakes and cup of coffee. They ate in silence for a few moments until Jenn suddenly spoke up.
“Ya know, not that I’m dissing your cooking or anything, but these pancakes came in a lousy second to your maple syrup kisses!”
It took a moment for Hugh to realize what she was really saying and then he let his grin burst in to an all out belly laugh.
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Hugh and Jenn had finished their breakfast, rather quietly; both consumed by their own thoughts. When they were done they quickly cleaned up and headed into the living room.
Jenn sat down on the sofa and Hugh sat down right next to her. He slightly turned his body in toward her so he was facing her. He wanted to get whatever was bothering her about “last night” out in the open.
He grabbed both of her hands in his and said, “Jenn, we need to talk about what happened last night. I can tell you are having doubts or aren’t feeling right about something this morning, and I want us to be honest with each other…please.”
“Well, it’s several things really. I don’t know what to do about Jesse. He scared the hell out of me Hugh. And I’m so afraid he’ll be able to tell what we’ve done even if we go in Monday morning and try and act normal. He’s so jealous of House and Cameron…and I think he knew that I had secretly fallen for you a little as well. Of course he had no idea to what extent.”
Hugh tried to refrain from grinning as Jenn confessed this part to him. But then he got serious and asked, “Have you thought about whether or not you are going to press charges against him for hitting you? I’m sure it would be domestic violence or assault or something!”
Jenn’s chin started to quiver so Hugh put his arm around her as she explained, “No. I don’t think I will be pressing charges. I certainly don’t need this part of my life turned into a TV movie of the week, and the show certainly doesn’t need any bad publicity either.”
“Well what you think is best for your private life is one thing, but don’t make any decisions based on the show.”
“I’m just scared of going in on Monday. I have no idea how he is going to react. I’m hoping he’ll be discreet and wait till after work to discuss our private life…but the realist in me says the shit is going to hit the fan!”
“Well, the first thing I think we should do is go talk to David and Katie. Let them know what happened between you and Jesse. I’ll let them know you stayed with me for safety reasons.”
“Whatever you think is best Hugh. I trust you.”
“What is it you don’t trust me with?”
Jenn looked up at him with a guilty face. But Hugh also saw a face that was deeply saddened by something; something that may as well have been sitting between the two of them on the sofa.
Jenn suddenly broke free from his contact and stood up from his side. She walked over toward the center of the room and put her arms around her shoulders. Hugh’s first impulse was to get up and follow her, but he knew she needed space so he remained seated on the sofa.
“Jenn, tell me what your feelings are about US. Is there an US?”
Jenn turned back at him with tears forming in her eyes. She was hurting; but she had to get this out once and for all.
“I’m going to try and explain this from the beginning, and it’s going to be very hard; so please try and not interrupt. Hopefully it will make some sense.”
“I’m listening,” Hugh said. But his heart spun out of control like it was on a rollercoaster with the first sentence out of her mouth; he wasn’t quite prepared for it.
“When I woke up this morning I had mixed emotions about US. But not about how I felt about YOU….but rather how you probably felt about ME.”
“Jenn…”
“No. Let me finish. Last night was….unbelievable. I’ve, I’ve never experienced anything that wonderful before. But I woke up this morning, and began to realize that maybe you would think less of me now. I mean I haven’t even officially broken it off with Jesse; I just find out you are in the process of filing for a divorce; and yet the first opportunity I get,…I sleep with you. I was afraid you would think I was some kind of slut or something.”
When Jenn didn’t hear a response from Hugh, she turned around to look at him. He was still sitting on the couch with his mouth gaped open in disbelief. Slowly the look of disbelief turned to a look of almost anger. He stood up and slowly made his way toward her. He started to bombard her with questions as he walked so closely in front of her she was forced to back up with each step. His voice was stern, but not angry.
“Correct me if I get something wrong here. Even though you haven’t officially announced breaking off your engagement to Jesse, I assume that him hitting and threatening you has you planning to do just that, yes?”
“Yes”
“And I told you that my marriage to Jo has been a joke for the past six months and the divorce in the works for some time, yes?”
“Yes.”
“And you did say I was the one man who could make you happy, yes?”
“Yes!”
At this point Hugh had her backed up against the fireplace.
“Then why the bloody hell would you ever think I would think less of you for sleeping with me, much less think of you as a slut? I told you I had been waiting three years to be with you!”
Jenn was totally confused and frustrated at this point. She had tears running down her cheeks as she yelled, “I don’t know! I guess when it’s reinforced enough you start believing it!” Too quickly she realized what she had said, but Hugh had heard.
“Who the hell has been telling you you’re a slut?” As soon as the question passed Hugh’s lips he knew the answer. He looked at Jenn who was now a total mess. She was shaking and crying.
Hugh let out a deep breath. “Christ, Jenn. I’m sorry I forced all this up.”
He picked Jenn up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He laid her down in the bed and then lay down next to her, enveloping her in his embrace. He kissed her forehead, wiped her tears, and ran his hand up and down her back….soothing her; calming her.
He wasn’t sure how long they had been lying there, wrapped in each other’s arms. He had finally gotten her to calm down and fall asleep. He just lay there watching her. God, she was beautiful. He didn’t understand how anyone could do anything but worship her. His anger built as he wondered just how long things had been going that badly in Jenn and Jesse’s relationship. His arms intuitively tightened around Jenn as he thought of her actually worrying that he would think of her as anything less than perfection. He knew right then that no matter what happened on Monday; he wasn’t letting Jesse near Jenn without being by her side.
Just then Jenn started to wake up from her short nap. She yawned and then snuggled deeper into Hugh’s chest.
“Are you feeling any better, Jenn?”
“I feel better when I’m with you, like this.”
Hugh smiled and kissed the top of her head.
“Hugh, I need to tell you something, O.K.?”
“Jenn, I don’t want you getting upset again. We can always talk later.”
“No. I want you to know. Just hold me while I talk alright?”
“I gotcha babe.” Hugh reached down and entwined his hand with hers.
“The first day you walked on the set, I knew I was in trouble. You were so handsome and charming. And you had the most beautiful blue eyes I’d seen- ever. I was attracted to everything about you right away. Your talent took my breath away. I would just stare in awe when you would come in the morning with that sexy British accent and then flip a switch and become American. But it was everything about your acting ability that floored me. I’d never come across anyone who could convey so much emotion with just a facial expression.
Anyway, when we started having more scenes together where House and Cameron were starting to show signs of chemistry, I didn’t really need to act. Whenever I looked into your eyes or got physically close to you, there were feelings I had toward you I couldn’t ignore. I wanted to believe you felt them too, but you were married.
All the media events and all the photo shoots…every time you touched me; whether it was to put your arm around me for a photo or just to put your hand at my back walking in to a room, I felt like a Queen.
But then you’d get a phone call from Jo or one of the kids and I’d realize you could never be mine. It especially hurt when she would come over to the states to visit; which made me feel guilty because I felt sorry for you at the same time being separated from your family.
By the end of Season 2 when we filmed No Reason, I could barely take it anymore. It was getting harder and harder not to let my feelings show around work. You were still happily married and I was still lonely and depressed. It was over that summer break that Jesse asked me out. He had always been a nice guy and I thought maybe going out with him would lesson the hurt of not being able to be with the one person I was…the one person I was in love with.”
Jenn felt Hugh’s hand squeeze hers tightly, and she continued.
“We dated secretly for a while. Hell, I even started convincing myself I could come to love him. I was so heartbroken over having to come to work each day and be around you; knowing what could never be….I just lied to myself I guess. When he asked me to marry him, I figured we might me happy some day, right? He went to all this trouble to propose in Paris, and I felt like I couldn’t back out or something. That’s when everything started going crazy.
He would accuse me of watching you on the set and say that maybe it wasn’t just Cameron who had the hots for House…! Anytime we had a scene where House and Cameron had ‘eye sex’ or sexual tension on screen, Jesse would flip out and say I was enjoying it too much and that the whole crew could see how slutty I was acting. He once got mad and asked me if I thought you would really be interested in some frigid slut half your age?”
Hugh couldn’t take anymore. He rolled on top of Jenn, “Alright! That’s enough! I can’t even listen to the awful things that sick bugger said to you. Look into my eyes Jenn. Everything you felt about me, I felt about you. Everything. You are NOT a slut. You are everything I’ve craved and desired and loved for the last three years; and I’m not letting you out of this bed until you believe me!”
Before Jenn could even reply, Hugh crashed his lips to hers in a passionate kiss that was filled with desperation, promise, and hope. Both moaned as their tongues met and danced with the other.
As wonderful and breathtaking as the first two times had been, both of them knew somehow that this time was going to far surpass that.
They were on fire…
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