Story: "Residual Resonance" - Ghost Hunters - Jason/Grant - PG13
Title: Residual Resonance
Author: Guardian Erin
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Real person fic, somewhat slashy
Fandom: Ghost Hunters
Pairing: Jason/Grant
Word count: 1,268
Disclaimer: This totally didn't happen. None of this reflects on any living person.
Summary: Jason and Grant experience their first possession by the spirits of star-crossed lovers.
"This is the room where supposedly two lovers saw each other for the last time," Jason said, shining his flashlight into the pitch black room ahead of them, and watching the light reflect off of the windows, picture frames, and decorative metal pieces on the furniture. "This place is a nightmare."
"No kidding, you've got reflections all the place," Grant said, turning off the thermal camera to save the energy. "You got your EMF detector on you?"
"Yep," Jason took out the device and turned it on, beginning to scan the air for spikes in energy.
"Let's see if we can find any cold spots," Grant said aloud, taking out the digital thermometer. Jason was sweeping lamps and power outlets, but since he wasn't saying anything Grant guessed that everything was reading flat.
The air was a little cool for summer, but everything fell within normal ranges, and Grant hadn't felt a draft all night. "If this was really the place where a couple in love last saw each other alive, imagine the kind of energies trapped here. All of that sorrow…" he thought aloud, moving from the windows and doors into the center of the room. The screen showed the temperature had dropped by a couple degrees.
Grant waved his hand slowly in front of him, seeking a colder area. He was not disappointed, and his hand plunged into a cold spot that was six degrees below the average room temperature. "Jay, I've got-" he stopped short, lifting his eyes from the screen to find that Jason had just stepped in front of him at the same moment, apparently following his own trail of energy.
"Massive spike on the EMF right here," Jason said, frowning at the high numbers and then looking straight up to see if they were standing underneath a light fixture.
There was nothing overhead, which both puzzled and intrigued him. A loud clatter made him jump and he looked down again to catch a glimpse of movement - Grant's digital thermometer settling on the floor. "What happened?" Jason asked, looking at his friend to just see Grant staring at him. "Grant, that's a five hundred dollar piece of equipment."
"How can you expect me to think about anything else when you're leaving tomorrow?" Grant asked, his brown eyes preternaturally black with only Jason's flashlight to provide light in the room.
"Grant, this isn't-" Jason looked around, expecting one of the guys, or for Grant to suddenly smile or laugh. Instead he was suddenly filled with a deep chill that possessed every bone in his body. His arms went slack, almost dropping both flashlight and EMF detector to the floor. "I'm coming back to you, I swear."
"It won't be the same until you do," Grant said, his voice lowering, the underlying fear soothing out but not going away.
"It's only three months," Jason reassured. It suddenly felt like they were way too far apart, and he stepped in closer to fill the space.
"But it'll be three months without you," Grant said, hands twitching at his sides with the sudden, desperate want to grab onto Jason, but he tried to fight it off.
"I know." Jason's fingers were suddenly brushing the back of his left hand, and Grant felt himself melt instantly under the barest touch.
"Promise you'll stay safe," Grant said, his voice rasping with the effort to get the line out and not do anything else. His heart was pounding, his entire body tingling, the sensation radiating out from where Jason had barely touched him. When his hand was taken in Jason's, he nearly gasped aloud at the contact, and then shuddered when Jason stepped closer, their bodies nearly flush against one another.
Jason studied Grant, knowing that the smaller man was all but shaking with his attempts to restrain himself, but Jason planned to undo his resistance. If this was the last night they would see each other, he didn't want anything to be held back.
"I'll do anything you ask," he responded, voice low and rich with meaning. He placed his hand on Grant's thigh and felt the air move when Grant gasped. Their eyes met, Jason's blue eyes dilated and nearly black in the dimness. His hand moved against Grant's thigh, heavy and insistent. Grant felt himself ready to fall away until a light flooded the open doorway and broke the static charge in the room.
The chill left Jason's bones, replaced by a rapid warmth and he took a step back from Grant, feeling like he was having a heat flash.
"It's you guys," Kris's voice came from behind the blinding beam of light before she lowered her flashlight, and they could see that it was Kris and Dustin who were wandering by. "Did you drop something?"
"I-" Grant cleared his throat and squatted down to pick up the digital thermometer. The sight of Grant suddenly dropping down in front of him made Jason scurry further away. "I dropped the thermometer," he said, standing up with it.
"That's a five hundred dollar piece of equipment," Jason said again, his voice hoarse.
"We heard the thud downstairs," Dustin explained. "Okay, guess that's debunked. Have you guys had anything happen up here yet?"
"Uh, no," Grant said quickly. "Actually, it's a bit too… hot."
"We were going to go back to the van and get some fresh air," Jason added in. "Let's do that."
Grant nodded quickly in agreement, and Dustin and Kris agreed on going down to the basement before eagerly moving on. Grant and Jason slowly followed behind them, moving at a snails pace until the other investigators were long gone.
"Fucking hell," Jason finally muttered when they were alone again, near the mouth of a stairwell.
"Christ!" Grant exclaimed softly, a hand flying up to run through his hair. "Did that-? Was that-?"
"You're not going to file a sexual harassment report on me, are you?" Jason asked jokingly, his stomach actually in a vice knowing that it had happened, but Grant was laughing over him, and both were trying desperately to keep their voices down in the dead silent house.
"That was like possession!" Grant declared, entirely too enthused by the encounter. Both were trembling with something like hysteria and adrenaline rush. Neither wanted to seriously think that a few more minutes alone and Jason would have been doing a whole lot more than just touching Grant's hands and thighs.
"What if those ghosts are just in that room, reenacting their farewells over and over again?" Jason wondered, jerking his thumb over his shoulder to gesture in the direction of the room.
"Then this is the strongest residual haunting I've ever seen," Grant said. "I mean, we know that's how they work, but to have the power to grab people, and act out…." He trailed off and slapped Jason's arm as an idea occurred to him. "We should get evidence of that."
Jason's face went pale. "We don't have a camera in that room, because we didn't expect it to have that much activity… thank God," he muttered under his breath.
"Yeah, but we can move things around," Grant said. "Let's take the camera from the lounge and place it over here."
"Steve's going to want to know why," Jason pointed out.
"We'll tell him we saw something, and that other room was dead anyway," Grant said. "Besides, Steve taped that thing up so haphazardly it's probably going to fall before the night is over, and that's a … what…?"
"A ten thousand dollar camera," Jason joined in.
"Let's put it somewhere safer, then," Grant smirked.
The epilogue
Author: Guardian Erin
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Real person fic, somewhat slashy
Fandom: Ghost Hunters
Pairing: Jason/Grant
Word count: 1,268
Disclaimer: This totally didn't happen. None of this reflects on any living person.
Summary: Jason and Grant experience their first possession by the spirits of star-crossed lovers.
"This is the room where supposedly two lovers saw each other for the last time," Jason said, shining his flashlight into the pitch black room ahead of them, and watching the light reflect off of the windows, picture frames, and decorative metal pieces on the furniture. "This place is a nightmare."
"No kidding, you've got reflections all the place," Grant said, turning off the thermal camera to save the energy. "You got your EMF detector on you?"
"Yep," Jason took out the device and turned it on, beginning to scan the air for spikes in energy.
"Let's see if we can find any cold spots," Grant said aloud, taking out the digital thermometer. Jason was sweeping lamps and power outlets, but since he wasn't saying anything Grant guessed that everything was reading flat.
The air was a little cool for summer, but everything fell within normal ranges, and Grant hadn't felt a draft all night. "If this was really the place where a couple in love last saw each other alive, imagine the kind of energies trapped here. All of that sorrow…" he thought aloud, moving from the windows and doors into the center of the room. The screen showed the temperature had dropped by a couple degrees.
Grant waved his hand slowly in front of him, seeking a colder area. He was not disappointed, and his hand plunged into a cold spot that was six degrees below the average room temperature. "Jay, I've got-" he stopped short, lifting his eyes from the screen to find that Jason had just stepped in front of him at the same moment, apparently following his own trail of energy.
"Massive spike on the EMF right here," Jason said, frowning at the high numbers and then looking straight up to see if they were standing underneath a light fixture.
There was nothing overhead, which both puzzled and intrigued him. A loud clatter made him jump and he looked down again to catch a glimpse of movement - Grant's digital thermometer settling on the floor. "What happened?" Jason asked, looking at his friend to just see Grant staring at him. "Grant, that's a five hundred dollar piece of equipment."
"How can you expect me to think about anything else when you're leaving tomorrow?" Grant asked, his brown eyes preternaturally black with only Jason's flashlight to provide light in the room.
"Grant, this isn't-" Jason looked around, expecting one of the guys, or for Grant to suddenly smile or laugh. Instead he was suddenly filled with a deep chill that possessed every bone in his body. His arms went slack, almost dropping both flashlight and EMF detector to the floor. "I'm coming back to you, I swear."
"It won't be the same until you do," Grant said, his voice lowering, the underlying fear soothing out but not going away.
"It's only three months," Jason reassured. It suddenly felt like they were way too far apart, and he stepped in closer to fill the space.
"But it'll be three months without you," Grant said, hands twitching at his sides with the sudden, desperate want to grab onto Jason, but he tried to fight it off.
"I know." Jason's fingers were suddenly brushing the back of his left hand, and Grant felt himself melt instantly under the barest touch.
"Promise you'll stay safe," Grant said, his voice rasping with the effort to get the line out and not do anything else. His heart was pounding, his entire body tingling, the sensation radiating out from where Jason had barely touched him. When his hand was taken in Jason's, he nearly gasped aloud at the contact, and then shuddered when Jason stepped closer, their bodies nearly flush against one another.
Jason studied Grant, knowing that the smaller man was all but shaking with his attempts to restrain himself, but Jason planned to undo his resistance. If this was the last night they would see each other, he didn't want anything to be held back.
"I'll do anything you ask," he responded, voice low and rich with meaning. He placed his hand on Grant's thigh and felt the air move when Grant gasped. Their eyes met, Jason's blue eyes dilated and nearly black in the dimness. His hand moved against Grant's thigh, heavy and insistent. Grant felt himself ready to fall away until a light flooded the open doorway and broke the static charge in the room.
The chill left Jason's bones, replaced by a rapid warmth and he took a step back from Grant, feeling like he was having a heat flash.
"It's you guys," Kris's voice came from behind the blinding beam of light before she lowered her flashlight, and they could see that it was Kris and Dustin who were wandering by. "Did you drop something?"
"I-" Grant cleared his throat and squatted down to pick up the digital thermometer. The sight of Grant suddenly dropping down in front of him made Jason scurry further away. "I dropped the thermometer," he said, standing up with it.
"That's a five hundred dollar piece of equipment," Jason said again, his voice hoarse.
"We heard the thud downstairs," Dustin explained. "Okay, guess that's debunked. Have you guys had anything happen up here yet?"
"Uh, no," Grant said quickly. "Actually, it's a bit too… hot."
"We were going to go back to the van and get some fresh air," Jason added in. "Let's do that."
Grant nodded quickly in agreement, and Dustin and Kris agreed on going down to the basement before eagerly moving on. Grant and Jason slowly followed behind them, moving at a snails pace until the other investigators were long gone.
"Fucking hell," Jason finally muttered when they were alone again, near the mouth of a stairwell.
"Christ!" Grant exclaimed softly, a hand flying up to run through his hair. "Did that-? Was that-?"
"You're not going to file a sexual harassment report on me, are you?" Jason asked jokingly, his stomach actually in a vice knowing that it had happened, but Grant was laughing over him, and both were trying desperately to keep their voices down in the dead silent house.
"That was like possession!" Grant declared, entirely too enthused by the encounter. Both were trembling with something like hysteria and adrenaline rush. Neither wanted to seriously think that a few more minutes alone and Jason would have been doing a whole lot more than just touching Grant's hands and thighs.
"What if those ghosts are just in that room, reenacting their farewells over and over again?" Jason wondered, jerking his thumb over his shoulder to gesture in the direction of the room.
"Then this is the strongest residual haunting I've ever seen," Grant said. "I mean, we know that's how they work, but to have the power to grab people, and act out…." He trailed off and slapped Jason's arm as an idea occurred to him. "We should get evidence of that."
Jason's face went pale. "We don't have a camera in that room, because we didn't expect it to have that much activity… thank God," he muttered under his breath.
"Yeah, but we can move things around," Grant said. "Let's take the camera from the lounge and place it over here."
"Steve's going to want to know why," Jason pointed out.
"We'll tell him we saw something, and that other room was dead anyway," Grant said. "Besides, Steve taped that thing up so haphazardly it's probably going to fall before the night is over, and that's a … what…?"
"A ten thousand dollar camera," Jason joined in.
"Let's put it somewhere safer, then," Grant smirked.
The epilogue