RPF - Jensen Demented
Title: Jensen Demented
Author:
smart_alecx5
Pairing: Gen maybe a tiny hint of Jensen/Jared
Rating: G - maybe PG for uber super mild swearing (one word),
Wordcount: 520
Notes: This was written some while ago and I forgot all about it. I had just ordered my tickets for the iMAX midnight showing for OotP and I took the next ten minutes of my life getting this out of my head. Not beta'd I'm afraid.
Summary: Jensen and Jared play dress up for a night on the town...er.... or maybe just to go to the movies.
Jensen smirked at his own reflection in the closed elevator doors. He looked pretty damn good if he did say so himself. And he did. Mentally at least. He was dressed in a set of Slytherin green Quidditch robes, complete with ‘Ackles’ stitched into the back in shining silver. He smoothed down the robes. He and Jared had each rented rooms in the high security Hotel, on separate floors, to avoid paparazzi snapping pictures of them dressed up for the night. It helped that the theater they'd bought tickets for was just across the street from them.
It was nearing seven and they had to leave soon if they wanted to get a decent spot in the line outside the Imax theater. He thought they should maybe probably sneak out one of the back exits... just in case. People speculated quite enough about his sexuality, he didn't need his costume making his week that much harder. Maybe if they circled around the block once or twice then took a shortcut through the Shell station and squeezed past those bushes...
A sharp chime sounded, announcing the arrival of the lift and Jensen grinned pushing all thoughts of their super-stealth entrance route out of his mind. He couldn’t wait to see what costume Jared had chosen for the event. He glanced down at his shoes, plain black sneakers, as the shiny silver doors slid open. When he lifted his head his eyes widened and he took an instinctive step back. He pretended that the embarrassing squeak of surprise never left his lips.
There, standing in the lift was a very tall, very dark Dementor, complete with scaly green hands and empty face. Jensen stood stock still for several moments before he tilted his head back to attempt to meet the creatures eyes.
“…Jared?”
The Dark Figure -- capital T, capital D, capital F -- took a long step toward him and Jensen tensed automatically, even if he was stubborn enough to not move another muscle. He wasn’t a coward after all and he was just about ninety-three point seven percent sure that this was his best friend just being his usual dumb self. His unease must have been obvious though because the figure suddenly stopped and its shoulders began shaking.
Jensen scowled and crossed his arms.
“Are you laughing at me?”
A loud guffaw erupted from who Jensen knew now for sure was his jolly green giant of a friend and his scaly hands jerked up to throw his concealing hood back to show his face. Jensen was not happy with the amused grin being sent his way.
Jared laughed again and slipped his arm over Jensen’s shoulder, directing him into the still waiting elevator.
Turns out they didn't bother with even going out any of the back doors. Jared insisted the press get a few pictures of his awesome costume and two weeks later Kim Manners sent a PA to his trailer with a printed out copy of the latest J2 fanfiction starring Quidditch locker rooms and the polishing of Jensen and Jareds wands. Jensen decided that next time they would exit through the back door.
Author:
smart_alecx5
Pairing: Gen maybe a tiny hint of Jensen/Jared
Rating: G - maybe PG for uber super mild swearing (one word),
Wordcount: 520
Notes: This was written some while ago and I forgot all about it. I had just ordered my tickets for the iMAX midnight showing for OotP and I took the next ten minutes of my life getting this out of my head. Not beta'd I'm afraid.
Summary: Jensen and Jared play dress up for a night on the town...er.... or maybe just to go to the movies.
Jensen smirked at his own reflection in the closed elevator doors. He looked pretty damn good if he did say so himself. And he did. Mentally at least. He was dressed in a set of Slytherin green Quidditch robes, complete with ‘Ackles’ stitched into the back in shining silver. He smoothed down the robes. He and Jared had each rented rooms in the high security Hotel, on separate floors, to avoid paparazzi snapping pictures of them dressed up for the night. It helped that the theater they'd bought tickets for was just across the street from them.
It was nearing seven and they had to leave soon if they wanted to get a decent spot in the line outside the Imax theater. He thought they should maybe probably sneak out one of the back exits... just in case. People speculated quite enough about his sexuality, he didn't need his costume making his week that much harder. Maybe if they circled around the block once or twice then took a shortcut through the Shell station and squeezed past those bushes...
A sharp chime sounded, announcing the arrival of the lift and Jensen grinned pushing all thoughts of their super-stealth entrance route out of his mind. He couldn’t wait to see what costume Jared had chosen for the event. He glanced down at his shoes, plain black sneakers, as the shiny silver doors slid open. When he lifted his head his eyes widened and he took an instinctive step back. He pretended that the embarrassing squeak of surprise never left his lips.
There, standing in the lift was a very tall, very dark Dementor, complete with scaly green hands and empty face. Jensen stood stock still for several moments before he tilted his head back to attempt to meet the creatures eyes.
“…Jared?”
The Dark Figure -- capital T, capital D, capital F -- took a long step toward him and Jensen tensed automatically, even if he was stubborn enough to not move another muscle. He wasn’t a coward after all and he was just about ninety-three point seven percent sure that this was his best friend just being his usual dumb self. His unease must have been obvious though because the figure suddenly stopped and its shoulders began shaking.
Jensen scowled and crossed his arms.
“Are you laughing at me?”
A loud guffaw erupted from who Jensen knew now for sure was his jolly green giant of a friend and his scaly hands jerked up to throw his concealing hood back to show his face. Jensen was not happy with the amused grin being sent his way.
Jared laughed again and slipped his arm over Jensen’s shoulder, directing him into the still waiting elevator.
Turns out they didn't bother with even going out any of the back doors. Jared insisted the press get a few pictures of his awesome costume and two weeks later Kim Manners sent a PA to his trailer with a printed out copy of the latest J2 fanfiction starring Quidditch locker rooms and the polishing of Jensen and Jareds wands. Jensen decided that next time they would exit through the back door.