Fic J2: And if you call, I will answer and if you fall, I'll pick you up
Title: And if you call, I will answer and if you fall, I'll pick you up
Disney Prompt: Ice Princess
Rating: R for swearing
Word Count: 2383
Community: for the 5th and final round of j2_everafter
Characters: Jensen, Jared, Evan Lysacek, Steve, Chris, Papa Ackles and Jeff Morgan
Warnings: swearing, Evan Lysacek, age modification (the boys are the same age)
Summary: Jensen Ackles spends a summer learning the tricks of the skating trade from his idol, Olympic champion Evan Lysacek. Skating is not the only thing he learns.
“But dad, it’s Evan Lysacek!” Jensen Ackles, occasional ice skater, hopefully a someday professional journalist, was talking to his dad about the amazing opportunity that had opened up for him. He could interview an Olympic champion for the school newspaper, it could be a front page thing. But it seems that his dad is opposed to that idea.
“I said no, Jensen. You’re not about to go traipsing out after nine on a school night. And certainly not to that man’s so called press conference on why he bloody well showed up in our town” Jensen’s dad had gotten more enraged as the mini-speech went on. “Now go up to your room and keep on studying. You do want to go to Harvard, don’t you?”
“Yes dad,” Jensen said and trudged up to his room. Figures that his dad would be like that. After all it was his mom who was the skating fan. Why couldn’t she still be here? She would have understood this marvelous opportunity.
***
A week later Mr. Morgan asked Jensen to stay after English class. Jensen had no idea what it was about and was waiting for Jared Padalecki to get his giant self out of the classroom so he could find out what Morgan wanted.
“Your writing is getting better by each assignment Jensen,” Morgan said as soon as Jared was out the door, “So good in fact that I’m recommending you for the Kripke Scholarship.”
“Wait, what?” Jensen wasn’t sure he had heard right. No way was Morgan suggesting that he should try for the Kripke thing. That was only for people who aced every writing assignment known to man.
“You heard right son. I bet you’re wondering why, and I’ll tell you. You are exactly the type of student the committee likes to give the scholarship to. I know that the last few years it has gone to the kid with the highest GPA in writing, but that’s cause they didn’t have option of giving it to you. Even though you haven’t gotten all As on your assignments, your grade has slowly risen by each assignment, which shows you are learning and willing to take what your teachers say into consideration and actually benefit from it. That is why you’re the ideal candidate for the Kripke.” Morgan’s voice was full of pride.
Jensen was speechless and could only open and close his mouth like a fish and blink his eyes rapidly. This was a bit too much to take in.
“I would recommend that you use the summer break to write a piece for the committee to read. Something insightful that shows your talent and passion. And Jensen,” Morgan waited until he had Jensen’s full attention, “make sure it’s personal. They fucking love that stuff.” He waved his hands to signal that he had said all he wanted and that Jensen could go now.
***
“The Fucking Kripke?” Christian was crude as usual, which was something that pulled Jensen back to the earth as he sat with him and Steve in the cafeteria at lunch time. It was the last day of school before summer vacation and there were only two classes after lunch. Jensen wasn’t sure how he would have managed a full load of classes after the news Morgan had given him.
Steve didn’t say anything. He was high and was braiding Christian’s hair. Not that Jensen had expected much more from Steve. But he brought the best kind of moral support, so Jensen didn’t fret much.
“Yes, the fucking Kripke. Bummer is, I don’t know what to write for this thing Morgan wants me to write.” Jensen had thought about nothing else as he walked from Morgan’s room on the other end of campus to the cafeteria, and he still had nothing.
“Skating,” Steve said out of the blue, as a light bulb had suddenly gone off over his stoned out head.
“Yeah!” Christian enthused, “write about the dude who just came to town. How he fucking inspires you and shit. He’s fucking staying all summer!”
“Evan Lysacek?” Jensen asked, “Dad won’t allow me. Says he’s bad news and a serious douche bag or something. Apparently dad likes Johnny Weir’s skating style better.”
“Weir? Is that the guy who did the Poker Face show routine. And why the fucking hell do I know that much about fucking skating?” Christian sounded mad at himself.
“It was hot,” supplied Steve, “but Sex Bomb guy was hotter.”
Jensen just shook his head.
“Yes, Johnny did Gaga and Plushenko did Tom Jones. This still doesn’t help me though,” his voice was utterly dejected.
“Sorry bro, can’t help you much with that. Common Steve, we’re skipping fucking Home Ec. There’s nothing new that that broad can teach us now.” Christian stood up and pulled Steve with him. Then they walked hand in hand out towards the bleachers. Jensen figured they were gonna get higher and make out for the rest of the day.
There were still ten minutes left of the lunch period and Jensen wasn’t really excited to go to Physics, so he sat at the table, staring into space and thinking of what he could write.
“Sorry Jensen,” Jensen was pulled out of his thoughts by someone sitting down across from him. When he focused his eyes, he saw Jared Padalecki the giant occupying Christian’s seat.
“What?” Jensen couldn’t help it if his voice came out a bit terse. It wasn’t really Jared’s fault that his family owned the only skating rink in town or that Evan Lysacek was using that rink for whatever he was doing in their Podunk town in Texas. And who the fuck really owned a skating rink in Texas?
“Sorry, but I couldn’t help but hear what you guys were talking about.” Jared sounded apologetic. Jensen didn’t understand why he would sound like that, since he was a golden boy while Jensen and his friends were sidelined cause of apparent weirdness. Jensen sort of figured it had to do with Steve’s love for weed though.
“Fucking Christian and fucking Steve,” was the only thing he said. He figured they had been a little loud.
“Yeah. Hey congrats on the Kripke thing. Your writing is awesome, you should know that,” Jared’s voice contained awe, which knocked Jensen’s belief that he and his writing was beneath the golden boy’s notice.
“Umm….thanks?” This was uncharted territory.
“Yeah, and listen. I think I can help you.”
“How…and more to the fact, why?” Jensen was utterly bewildered by now.
“You know, if you want to write something how Evan inspires you. As to the why, cause you so deserve getting the Kripke man.” Jared looked into Jensen’s eyes and, huh, those hazel eyes were fucking pretty, Jensen thought.
“Wait? Why are you calling him Evan?” Jensen still didn’t understand much of this conversation.
“Didn’t you know? He’s my cousin. Cousin by marriage, but still my cousin. That’s why he’s using the rink,” Jared said it like it was old news. Which Jensen guessed it could be, he was far too busy being mad at his dad to really concentrate on the press conference he was not allowed to go to.
“How would you manage that though? I’ve heard that he doesn’t want to give any more interviews after the press thing,” Jensen was feeling dejected again.
“Well, Evan has this skating course he’s giving over the summer and he offered me a place on it. He just doesn’t get that I’m shit on skates. And honestly, I really don’t want to do it, so I figure that you’re the perfect candidate. You’re a lot better than me on skates.”
“Wait? How do you know that?” Jensen was seriously getting lost.
“I’ve seen you. At the rink. Dad makes me drive the Zamboni.” Jared’s voice was apologetic.
“You would do that though? Make your cousin take me on?”
“Yes. And once he’s seen us on the ice, he’ll know who to pick. I’m confident about it.” Jared said proudly.
“And you think I could include him in my piece?” Jensen sounded hopeful.
“Yes, just tell him the truth. That you want to tell the scholarship people that you are inspired by his accomplishments or something. He’s really vain and eats everything up that flatters his ego.”
“That’s fucking cool man!” Jensen was about to say something else when the bell rang and signified the end of lunch and that they only had five minutes to get to their next class.
“Meet me after school and I’ll take you to the rink,” Jared said as he rushed in the opposite direction from where Jensen was going. Jensen could only wave as Jared was swallowed up by the rest of the student body.
***
Over the eight weeks of summer vacation, Jensen spent six at the Padalecki skating rink. Mostly under the watchful eye of Evan Lysacek, but plenty of time was spent hanging out with Jared on the zamboni after practice. It was a fucking cool vehicle. At the end of the six week long course there was going to be a skating show and Jensen had finally chosen his music and had decided on the choreography, which Jensen thought was a good thing since the show was scheduled for Saturday, four days from now. But he was confident in his skating that he wouldn’t need more time to put things together. If he failed, then it was not anybody’s fault but his.
His scholarship application piece was coming along nicely and his relationship with Jared was going slow. Jensen sort of wanted things to go more quickly, but realized that Jared might not be as secure in his sexuality as Jensen was. Jensen hung out with the two most obvious gay guys in school, the ones that over shared their PDA and he had been out since freshman year. He guessed now, that his previous animosity towards Jared could have just been some UST. He certainly felt like that now.
Jensen hadn’t seen much of Christian and Steve over the summer. He had been busy with the skating and Jared and they had gone off on a road trip to other Podunk towns of Texas. But they were back in town and he had made them promise to come to the show. His dad was even gonna sideline his dislike for Evan and show up. Jensen didn’t know if he should be nervous about that last part or not, his dad hadn’t precisely opposed to him being on this course, but he hadn’t actually supported it either, so this was sort of a big thing. Especially when you thought of the fact that it was Jensen’s mom who was the skating enthusiast, and that she had left them and taken all of his dad’s enjoyment for the sport with her.
***
It was time. Jensen was up next. He was actually the last one on the ice before Evan was going to show people how Olympic champions did things. How much better they were than low life students, Jensen thought privately. After spending all that time with the guy, who was decidedly unattractively orange, Jensen’s opinion of the man had diminished significantly. He was far too much of a megalomaniac to really be somebody in Jensen’s eyes, and he had documented Evan’s fall from grace in his application piece. He had also written about how his dad and Jared inspired him to be a better person after having encountered the humongous ego of one Evan Lysacek.
Jensen looked up into the stands when the previous student left the ice. His eyes focused on Jared who smiled at him and gave him thumbs up. Jensen smiled back and moved his gaze to the people who were sitting with Jared. Christian, Steve and his dad were all focused on the ice, waiting for him to come out and do his thing, holding signs with his name on them. They didn’t know where he was at that moment, but that was OK, cause the most important person had seen him. He looked quickly back at Jared smiled again. That his smile held a promise of something more, was not for anybody but Jared to decipher.
Jensen went out onto the ice, got into position and started moving as soon as Garth Brooks’ Friends in Low Places started playing. The song choice was a tribute to Christian and Steve and he hoped that they would get it. It was really thanks to them that he actually had a promise of something with Jared.
When the song was over, Jensen looked back up to where his fanboys were sitting, but was disappointed to see that Jared was no longer there. He wondered for a second where the other boy was but didn’t have much time as he was being rushed off the ice by the rink staff. They had to prepare the ice for the big star. Jensen briefly wondered if Jared had been pushed into driving the zamboni for his cousin, but didn’t dwell on it. He was literally being pushed off the ice at that moment.
As soon as he stepped off the ice, he was gripped tight by somebody who started spinning him.
“That was AMAZING, Jensen!” came Jared’s voice.
Jensen relaxed and looked into the other boy’s face.
“You think so?” he asked.
“Absolutely! You were the reason I came to the show, not anybody else.” Jared put him down and they spent moments just staring into each other’s eyes.
“You sure?” Jared asked hesitantly.
“Positive,” Jensen said and leaned into Jared, pressing his lips to Jared’s.
Jared made a satisfying sound and kissed Jensen back.
“I can’t wait for senior year,” Jensen said as they walked hand in hand towards the locker room.
THE END!
Disney Prompt: Ice Princess
Rating: R for swearing
Word Count: 2383
Community: for the 5th and final round of j2_everafter
Characters: Jensen, Jared, Evan Lysacek, Steve, Chris, Papa Ackles and Jeff Morgan
Warnings: swearing, Evan Lysacek, age modification (the boys are the same age)
Summary: Jensen Ackles spends a summer learning the tricks of the skating trade from his idol, Olympic champion Evan Lysacek. Skating is not the only thing he learns.
“But dad, it’s Evan Lysacek!” Jensen Ackles, occasional ice skater, hopefully a someday professional journalist, was talking to his dad about the amazing opportunity that had opened up for him. He could interview an Olympic champion for the school newspaper, it could be a front page thing. But it seems that his dad is opposed to that idea.
“I said no, Jensen. You’re not about to go traipsing out after nine on a school night. And certainly not to that man’s so called press conference on why he bloody well showed up in our town” Jensen’s dad had gotten more enraged as the mini-speech went on. “Now go up to your room and keep on studying. You do want to go to Harvard, don’t you?”
“Yes dad,” Jensen said and trudged up to his room. Figures that his dad would be like that. After all it was his mom who was the skating fan. Why couldn’t she still be here? She would have understood this marvelous opportunity.
***
A week later Mr. Morgan asked Jensen to stay after English class. Jensen had no idea what it was about and was waiting for Jared Padalecki to get his giant self out of the classroom so he could find out what Morgan wanted.
“Your writing is getting better by each assignment Jensen,” Morgan said as soon as Jared was out the door, “So good in fact that I’m recommending you for the Kripke Scholarship.”
“Wait, what?” Jensen wasn’t sure he had heard right. No way was Morgan suggesting that he should try for the Kripke thing. That was only for people who aced every writing assignment known to man.
“You heard right son. I bet you’re wondering why, and I’ll tell you. You are exactly the type of student the committee likes to give the scholarship to. I know that the last few years it has gone to the kid with the highest GPA in writing, but that’s cause they didn’t have option of giving it to you. Even though you haven’t gotten all As on your assignments, your grade has slowly risen by each assignment, which shows you are learning and willing to take what your teachers say into consideration and actually benefit from it. That is why you’re the ideal candidate for the Kripke.” Morgan’s voice was full of pride.
Jensen was speechless and could only open and close his mouth like a fish and blink his eyes rapidly. This was a bit too much to take in.
“I would recommend that you use the summer break to write a piece for the committee to read. Something insightful that shows your talent and passion. And Jensen,” Morgan waited until he had Jensen’s full attention, “make sure it’s personal. They fucking love that stuff.” He waved his hands to signal that he had said all he wanted and that Jensen could go now.
***
“The Fucking Kripke?” Christian was crude as usual, which was something that pulled Jensen back to the earth as he sat with him and Steve in the cafeteria at lunch time. It was the last day of school before summer vacation and there were only two classes after lunch. Jensen wasn’t sure how he would have managed a full load of classes after the news Morgan had given him.
Steve didn’t say anything. He was high and was braiding Christian’s hair. Not that Jensen had expected much more from Steve. But he brought the best kind of moral support, so Jensen didn’t fret much.
“Yes, the fucking Kripke. Bummer is, I don’t know what to write for this thing Morgan wants me to write.” Jensen had thought about nothing else as he walked from Morgan’s room on the other end of campus to the cafeteria, and he still had nothing.
“Skating,” Steve said out of the blue, as a light bulb had suddenly gone off over his stoned out head.
“Yeah!” Christian enthused, “write about the dude who just came to town. How he fucking inspires you and shit. He’s fucking staying all summer!”
“Evan Lysacek?” Jensen asked, “Dad won’t allow me. Says he’s bad news and a serious douche bag or something. Apparently dad likes Johnny Weir’s skating style better.”
“Weir? Is that the guy who did the Poker Face show routine. And why the fucking hell do I know that much about fucking skating?” Christian sounded mad at himself.
“It was hot,” supplied Steve, “but Sex Bomb guy was hotter.”
Jensen just shook his head.
“Yes, Johnny did Gaga and Plushenko did Tom Jones. This still doesn’t help me though,” his voice was utterly dejected.
“Sorry bro, can’t help you much with that. Common Steve, we’re skipping fucking Home Ec. There’s nothing new that that broad can teach us now.” Christian stood up and pulled Steve with him. Then they walked hand in hand out towards the bleachers. Jensen figured they were gonna get higher and make out for the rest of the day.
There were still ten minutes left of the lunch period and Jensen wasn’t really excited to go to Physics, so he sat at the table, staring into space and thinking of what he could write.
“Sorry Jensen,” Jensen was pulled out of his thoughts by someone sitting down across from him. When he focused his eyes, he saw Jared Padalecki the giant occupying Christian’s seat.
“What?” Jensen couldn’t help it if his voice came out a bit terse. It wasn’t really Jared’s fault that his family owned the only skating rink in town or that Evan Lysacek was using that rink for whatever he was doing in their Podunk town in Texas. And who the fuck really owned a skating rink in Texas?
“Sorry, but I couldn’t help but hear what you guys were talking about.” Jared sounded apologetic. Jensen didn’t understand why he would sound like that, since he was a golden boy while Jensen and his friends were sidelined cause of apparent weirdness. Jensen sort of figured it had to do with Steve’s love for weed though.
“Fucking Christian and fucking Steve,” was the only thing he said. He figured they had been a little loud.
“Yeah. Hey congrats on the Kripke thing. Your writing is awesome, you should know that,” Jared’s voice contained awe, which knocked Jensen’s belief that he and his writing was beneath the golden boy’s notice.
“Umm….thanks?” This was uncharted territory.
“Yeah, and listen. I think I can help you.”
“How…and more to the fact, why?” Jensen was utterly bewildered by now.
“You know, if you want to write something how Evan inspires you. As to the why, cause you so deserve getting the Kripke man.” Jared looked into Jensen’s eyes and, huh, those hazel eyes were fucking pretty, Jensen thought.
“Wait? Why are you calling him Evan?” Jensen still didn’t understand much of this conversation.
“Didn’t you know? He’s my cousin. Cousin by marriage, but still my cousin. That’s why he’s using the rink,” Jared said it like it was old news. Which Jensen guessed it could be, he was far too busy being mad at his dad to really concentrate on the press conference he was not allowed to go to.
“How would you manage that though? I’ve heard that he doesn’t want to give any more interviews after the press thing,” Jensen was feeling dejected again.
“Well, Evan has this skating course he’s giving over the summer and he offered me a place on it. He just doesn’t get that I’m shit on skates. And honestly, I really don’t want to do it, so I figure that you’re the perfect candidate. You’re a lot better than me on skates.”
“Wait? How do you know that?” Jensen was seriously getting lost.
“I’ve seen you. At the rink. Dad makes me drive the Zamboni.” Jared’s voice was apologetic.
“You would do that though? Make your cousin take me on?”
“Yes. And once he’s seen us on the ice, he’ll know who to pick. I’m confident about it.” Jared said proudly.
“And you think I could include him in my piece?” Jensen sounded hopeful.
“Yes, just tell him the truth. That you want to tell the scholarship people that you are inspired by his accomplishments or something. He’s really vain and eats everything up that flatters his ego.”
“That’s fucking cool man!” Jensen was about to say something else when the bell rang and signified the end of lunch and that they only had five minutes to get to their next class.
“Meet me after school and I’ll take you to the rink,” Jared said as he rushed in the opposite direction from where Jensen was going. Jensen could only wave as Jared was swallowed up by the rest of the student body.
***
Over the eight weeks of summer vacation, Jensen spent six at the Padalecki skating rink. Mostly under the watchful eye of Evan Lysacek, but plenty of time was spent hanging out with Jared on the zamboni after practice. It was a fucking cool vehicle. At the end of the six week long course there was going to be a skating show and Jensen had finally chosen his music and had decided on the choreography, which Jensen thought was a good thing since the show was scheduled for Saturday, four days from now. But he was confident in his skating that he wouldn’t need more time to put things together. If he failed, then it was not anybody’s fault but his.
His scholarship application piece was coming along nicely and his relationship with Jared was going slow. Jensen sort of wanted things to go more quickly, but realized that Jared might not be as secure in his sexuality as Jensen was. Jensen hung out with the two most obvious gay guys in school, the ones that over shared their PDA and he had been out since freshman year. He guessed now, that his previous animosity towards Jared could have just been some UST. He certainly felt like that now.
Jensen hadn’t seen much of Christian and Steve over the summer. He had been busy with the skating and Jared and they had gone off on a road trip to other Podunk towns of Texas. But they were back in town and he had made them promise to come to the show. His dad was even gonna sideline his dislike for Evan and show up. Jensen didn’t know if he should be nervous about that last part or not, his dad hadn’t precisely opposed to him being on this course, but he hadn’t actually supported it either, so this was sort of a big thing. Especially when you thought of the fact that it was Jensen’s mom who was the skating enthusiast, and that she had left them and taken all of his dad’s enjoyment for the sport with her.
***
It was time. Jensen was up next. He was actually the last one on the ice before Evan was going to show people how Olympic champions did things. How much better they were than low life students, Jensen thought privately. After spending all that time with the guy, who was decidedly unattractively orange, Jensen’s opinion of the man had diminished significantly. He was far too much of a megalomaniac to really be somebody in Jensen’s eyes, and he had documented Evan’s fall from grace in his application piece. He had also written about how his dad and Jared inspired him to be a better person after having encountered the humongous ego of one Evan Lysacek.
Jensen looked up into the stands when the previous student left the ice. His eyes focused on Jared who smiled at him and gave him thumbs up. Jensen smiled back and moved his gaze to the people who were sitting with Jared. Christian, Steve and his dad were all focused on the ice, waiting for him to come out and do his thing, holding signs with his name on them. They didn’t know where he was at that moment, but that was OK, cause the most important person had seen him. He looked quickly back at Jared smiled again. That his smile held a promise of something more, was not for anybody but Jared to decipher.
Jensen went out onto the ice, got into position and started moving as soon as Garth Brooks’ Friends in Low Places started playing. The song choice was a tribute to Christian and Steve and he hoped that they would get it. It was really thanks to them that he actually had a promise of something with Jared.
When the song was over, Jensen looked back up to where his fanboys were sitting, but was disappointed to see that Jared was no longer there. He wondered for a second where the other boy was but didn’t have much time as he was being rushed off the ice by the rink staff. They had to prepare the ice for the big star. Jensen briefly wondered if Jared had been pushed into driving the zamboni for his cousin, but didn’t dwell on it. He was literally being pushed off the ice at that moment.
As soon as he stepped off the ice, he was gripped tight by somebody who started spinning him.
“That was AMAZING, Jensen!” came Jared’s voice.
Jensen relaxed and looked into the other boy’s face.
“You think so?” he asked.
“Absolutely! You were the reason I came to the show, not anybody else.” Jared put him down and they spent moments just staring into each other’s eyes.
“You sure?” Jared asked hesitantly.
“Positive,” Jensen said and leaned into Jared, pressing his lips to Jared’s.
Jared made a satisfying sound and kissed Jensen back.
“I can’t wait for senior year,” Jensen said as they walked hand in hand towards the locker room.
THE END!