Apologies
Title: Apologies
Fandom: RPS
Characters/Pairings: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 017. Brown.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 839
Rating: PG
Warnings: Sort of schmoop, hurt/comfort? Idk.
Summary: Jensen has residual guilt after accidentally stabbing Jared while filming.
Jared doesn’t think about it much, because there isn’t much to think about. It’s not the first time one of them has been injured on set, and he’s sure it won’t be the last. It doesn’t seem like that big of a deal as he tosses Sam’s jeans into the corner of the bedroom. He wore them home, as he generally does. The red stain around the knee has dried and faded to brown. He sighs and finishes tossing his clothes, knowing he’ll pick them up later, in the morning. When he and Jensen aren’t both so tired.
Jensen’s in bed, already has been for a bit, and Jared turns the light off and moves over to the bed, lifting the sheets so he can slide under them. It’s such a familiar movement, to bend his right leg and slide onto the mattress with it to lie down onto his right side. He’s forgotten that quickly about the wound, still bandaged, and he winces as the skin around it stretches. He shifts more into a sitting position and slides in on his back, pulling the sheets up to his chest. The wound throbs for a bit, but the pain fades, and he gingerly turns onto his right side, curling up behind Jensen.
It’s nice that Jensen’s gotten used to this, Jared’s arms wrapped around him. Not that Jensen had complained about it much, but Jensen’s always enjoyed the feeling of being the backbone; the one protecting his loved ones. The fact that he’s warmed up to letting Jared take that on sometimes has been good for both of them.
“You okay?” Jensen murmurs suddenly, breaking the silence in the room. He turns in Jared’s arms. “It still hurts, huh?”
“Just a little.” Jared shrugs. “No big deal.” There’s a pause, and he can tell already that somehow it is a big deal.
“Sorry I stabbed you?” Jensen tries to play it off as a joke, eyebrows lifting in that semi-playful way of his as he looks up at Jared. Jared chuckles.
“Don’t worry about it, dude. Get some sleep.” Jensen takes a hesitant breath, and Jared sighs. “What is it?”
“We’ve both been hurt on set before, right?” Jared nods and hums in agreement, and Jensen continues. “I don’t know, I just feel like it’s never been something this dangerous. Or…careless.”
“What are you talking about?” Jared asks, propping himself up on his elbow. “Careless how?”
Jensen frowns as he tries to find the right words. “I know I can get wrapped up in the character and the scene, and that’s usually a good thing, but this time…maybe it was too much. Maybe I should’ve still been present enough to know I was holding an actual weapon when you had to catch me.”
Jared can’t help but laugh. “So you’re saying your acting is just too good?” Jensen’s eyes narrow and roll as he turns away, and Jared flops back down next to him, hands pulling him back. “Come on, I’m kidding. I didn’t realize this affected you that much.”
“Neither did I,” Jensen answers, almost sounding annoyed by just how much it’s affected him. “But I feel terrible now. Because all I can think about is how we’re lucky that it was just your leg. I mean, I obviously wasn’t paying attention, so what if it had landed somewhere else? Somewhere more vital, or dangerous? You bled a pretty good amount today.”
“Yeah, but I’m fine,” Jared insists, holding Jensen tighter. “And it wasn’t your fault. If you were careless, so was I, running at you and not paying attention to the placement of the freakin’ knife.”
Jensen sighs, closing his eyes and bumping his forehead up against Jared’s. “Yeah, maybe. But I felt it, Jare. It’s…strange. And kinda horrifying in the moment. It’s not like I’ve ever stabbed somebody before.” Jared snorts and brushes his good leg up against both of Jensen’s. “I felt the tip of that blade go in, and it just…shocked me out of character, you know? It didn’t last long, because I saw you were okay, and you kept going with the scene, but for a split second, I had no idea what I’d just done.”
“Because you felt the tip go inside me?” Jensen punches Jared’s chest, and he rolls back, laughing. But he sobers up quickly. “I get it. I didn’t think about it before, but now that you put it that way…I’d be horrified if I’d been in your position, too.”
“I’m sorry,” Jensen says quietly, and Jared slowly rolls back to him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
“It’s okay.” He doesn’t say that there’s nothing to be sorry for or deny the apology in any way. That won’t change the fact that Jensen feels bad and wants some sort of resolution. “All’s forgiven.”
Jensen smiles at him. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” Jared pulls the sheets up higher over both of them and snuggles in closer, enjoying the warmth of the bed and Jensen’s body. “Now get some sleep.”
Fandom: RPS
Characters/Pairings: Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki
Prompt: 017. Brown.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 839
Rating: PG
Warnings: Sort of schmoop, hurt/comfort? Idk.
Summary: Jensen has residual guilt after accidentally stabbing Jared while filming.
Jared doesn’t think about it much, because there isn’t much to think about. It’s not the first time one of them has been injured on set, and he’s sure it won’t be the last. It doesn’t seem like that big of a deal as he tosses Sam’s jeans into the corner of the bedroom. He wore them home, as he generally does. The red stain around the knee has dried and faded to brown. He sighs and finishes tossing his clothes, knowing he’ll pick them up later, in the morning. When he and Jensen aren’t both so tired.
Jensen’s in bed, already has been for a bit, and Jared turns the light off and moves over to the bed, lifting the sheets so he can slide under them. It’s such a familiar movement, to bend his right leg and slide onto the mattress with it to lie down onto his right side. He’s forgotten that quickly about the wound, still bandaged, and he winces as the skin around it stretches. He shifts more into a sitting position and slides in on his back, pulling the sheets up to his chest. The wound throbs for a bit, but the pain fades, and he gingerly turns onto his right side, curling up behind Jensen.
It’s nice that Jensen’s gotten used to this, Jared’s arms wrapped around him. Not that Jensen had complained about it much, but Jensen’s always enjoyed the feeling of being the backbone; the one protecting his loved ones. The fact that he’s warmed up to letting Jared take that on sometimes has been good for both of them.
“You okay?” Jensen murmurs suddenly, breaking the silence in the room. He turns in Jared’s arms. “It still hurts, huh?”
“Just a little.” Jared shrugs. “No big deal.” There’s a pause, and he can tell already that somehow it is a big deal.
“Sorry I stabbed you?” Jensen tries to play it off as a joke, eyebrows lifting in that semi-playful way of his as he looks up at Jared. Jared chuckles.
“Don’t worry about it, dude. Get some sleep.” Jensen takes a hesitant breath, and Jared sighs. “What is it?”
“We’ve both been hurt on set before, right?” Jared nods and hums in agreement, and Jensen continues. “I don’t know, I just feel like it’s never been something this dangerous. Or…careless.”
“What are you talking about?” Jared asks, propping himself up on his elbow. “Careless how?”
Jensen frowns as he tries to find the right words. “I know I can get wrapped up in the character and the scene, and that’s usually a good thing, but this time…maybe it was too much. Maybe I should’ve still been present enough to know I was holding an actual weapon when you had to catch me.”
Jared can’t help but laugh. “So you’re saying your acting is just too good?” Jensen’s eyes narrow and roll as he turns away, and Jared flops back down next to him, hands pulling him back. “Come on, I’m kidding. I didn’t realize this affected you that much.”
“Neither did I,” Jensen answers, almost sounding annoyed by just how much it’s affected him. “But I feel terrible now. Because all I can think about is how we’re lucky that it was just your leg. I mean, I obviously wasn’t paying attention, so what if it had landed somewhere else? Somewhere more vital, or dangerous? You bled a pretty good amount today.”
“Yeah, but I’m fine,” Jared insists, holding Jensen tighter. “And it wasn’t your fault. If you were careless, so was I, running at you and not paying attention to the placement of the freakin’ knife.”
Jensen sighs, closing his eyes and bumping his forehead up against Jared’s. “Yeah, maybe. But I felt it, Jare. It’s…strange. And kinda horrifying in the moment. It’s not like I’ve ever stabbed somebody before.” Jared snorts and brushes his good leg up against both of Jensen’s. “I felt the tip of that blade go in, and it just…shocked me out of character, you know? It didn’t last long, because I saw you were okay, and you kept going with the scene, but for a split second, I had no idea what I’d just done.”
“Because you felt the tip go inside me?” Jensen punches Jared’s chest, and he rolls back, laughing. But he sobers up quickly. “I get it. I didn’t think about it before, but now that you put it that way…I’d be horrified if I’d been in your position, too.”
“I’m sorry,” Jensen says quietly, and Jared slowly rolls back to him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
“It’s okay.” He doesn’t say that there’s nothing to be sorry for or deny the apology in any way. That won’t change the fact that Jensen feels bad and wants some sort of resolution. “All’s forgiven.”
Jensen smiles at him. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” Jared pulls the sheets up higher over both of them and snuggles in closer, enjoying the warmth of the bed and Jensen’s body. “Now get some sleep.”