A Little Epilogue
Final Part of the "A Little Familiar" Series
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None really, unless you need a warning for snark.
Disclaimer: Obviously not real and not meant to imply reality. This is crack, ladies and gentleman.
Authors Note: Written for meus_venator's prompt for the Kettle of Trouble meme. This is probably not at all what she had in mind when she gave that prompt, but it's where my warped mind chose to go with it, so here it is... Beta done as always by bumblebat79
Summary:Ever wonder how sorcerer's wind up with their familiars? Well J1, a mild mannered IT professional is about to discover that J2, the hipster in marketing isn't all he appears and the word 'Master' will never mean the same thing to him again.
Part One
“Jared Padalecki. Jared. Can you hear me?”
Jared felt someone’s hand gently slapping the skin of his face, alternating from side to side. The voice sounded muffled, but he recognized it as Pellegrino’s voice. His eyes fluttered open and he realized he was sprawled on his back, arms and legs akimbo. He blinked slowly and took a deep, wonderful breath of air.
“Jensen!” Jared tried to sit up, but was immediately dizzy and nearly toppled back over. Pellegrino grabbed his shoulder and helped him find his equilibrium, and then helped him to his feet.
“Jensen’s fine. He’s downstairs with the police, making his statement. You’re gonna need to give one too, and probably be checked out at the hospital. That was quite a thing you did, stopping your brother like that. And a newbie as well. I’m impressed.”
“Don’t want to go to the hospital,” Jared muttered, trying to process what Pellegrino had just said to him. Really he just wanted to make sure Jensen was okay, to touch him and claim him properly.
Yes, claim him! And that voice was back. Wonderful. Still, Jared was pretty sure he should start listening to it. Especially when he remembered how great Jensen’s mouth had felt on him.
“Hey, okay,” his boss said. “At least get yourself checked out by the EMTs, okay?”
“Okay,” Jared said dumbly, allowing himself to be led downstairs and outside. There were so many people running around and lights flashing, and Jared couldn’t see Jensen anywhere. His head hurt, and he was tired. Maybe he could get this over with quickly and go home and crash for a week. He’d earned some time off with all of this, surely.
Some men in dark uniforms came up and asked him what happened, exactly, and Jared explained in what was probably the least coherent version they’d gotten so far. The next thing he knew he was sitting in the back of the ambulance with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders while EMTs poked and prodded at him. Finally they said he was fine to go home, but he probably had a concussion and shouldn’t go to sleep for a few hours. Jared was about to throw the world’s biggest hissy fit when finally, finally Jensen found him.
And Jared realized he couldn’t see Jensen’s mouse ears or tail anymore. He felt disappointed and said as much.
“Oh,” Jensen said. “Does that mean you don’t want to claim me after all?”
Jared reached out and grabbed hold of Jensen’s shirt, hauling him close.
“What gave you that ridiculous idea?” he all but growled. Jensen glanced around at all the people swarming around, and Jared followed his gaze in time to see one of the unclaimed familiars being put in the back of a cop car.
“Well, it’s just, you know, there’s so many unclaimed familiars and you probably wouldn’t want to be saddled with a ridiculous familiar like a cartoon mouse. And it’s okay, Jared, it really is - I’m used to-“
Jared shut him up by covering his lips with his own and kissing him soundly. “You know,” Jared said, his lips brushing against Jensen’s as he spoke. “I’m getting a little tired of you insulting my familiar. When I get you home I’m going to claim you so hard the entire city will know about it. Are we clear?”
“Sir, yes, Sir,” Jensen snarked with a smile.
Author's Notes: Okay, wow, when I first decided to fill the prompt I had no idea that the final word count would be over 10K. I mean, I should have, because short stories and I don't get along. I had a ton of fun writing it, and just wanted to say thank you again to everyone who followed along, whether you left comments or not. You are awesome! Oh, and Happy Halloween!
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None really, unless you need a warning for snark.
Disclaimer: Obviously not real and not meant to imply reality. This is crack, ladies and gentleman.
Authors Note: Written for meus_venator's prompt for the Kettle of Trouble meme. This is probably not at all what she had in mind when she gave that prompt, but it's where my warped mind chose to go with it, so here it is... Beta done as always by bumblebat79
Summary:Ever wonder how sorcerer's wind up with their familiars? Well J1, a mild mannered IT professional is about to discover that J2, the hipster in marketing isn't all he appears and the word 'Master' will never mean the same thing to him again.
Part One
“Jared Padalecki. Jared. Can you hear me?”
Jared felt someone’s hand gently slapping the skin of his face, alternating from side to side. The voice sounded muffled, but he recognized it as Pellegrino’s voice. His eyes fluttered open and he realized he was sprawled on his back, arms and legs akimbo. He blinked slowly and took a deep, wonderful breath of air.
“Jensen!” Jared tried to sit up, but was immediately dizzy and nearly toppled back over. Pellegrino grabbed his shoulder and helped him find his equilibrium, and then helped him to his feet.
“Jensen’s fine. He’s downstairs with the police, making his statement. You’re gonna need to give one too, and probably be checked out at the hospital. That was quite a thing you did, stopping your brother like that. And a newbie as well. I’m impressed.”
“Don’t want to go to the hospital,” Jared muttered, trying to process what Pellegrino had just said to him. Really he just wanted to make sure Jensen was okay, to touch him and claim him properly.
Yes, claim him! And that voice was back. Wonderful. Still, Jared was pretty sure he should start listening to it. Especially when he remembered how great Jensen’s mouth had felt on him.
“Hey, okay,” his boss said. “At least get yourself checked out by the EMTs, okay?”
“Okay,” Jared said dumbly, allowing himself to be led downstairs and outside. There were so many people running around and lights flashing, and Jared couldn’t see Jensen anywhere. His head hurt, and he was tired. Maybe he could get this over with quickly and go home and crash for a week. He’d earned some time off with all of this, surely.
Some men in dark uniforms came up and asked him what happened, exactly, and Jared explained in what was probably the least coherent version they’d gotten so far. The next thing he knew he was sitting in the back of the ambulance with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders while EMTs poked and prodded at him. Finally they said he was fine to go home, but he probably had a concussion and shouldn’t go to sleep for a few hours. Jared was about to throw the world’s biggest hissy fit when finally, finally Jensen found him.
And Jared realized he couldn’t see Jensen’s mouse ears or tail anymore. He felt disappointed and said as much.
“Oh,” Jensen said. “Does that mean you don’t want to claim me after all?”
Jared reached out and grabbed hold of Jensen’s shirt, hauling him close.
“What gave you that ridiculous idea?” he all but growled. Jensen glanced around at all the people swarming around, and Jared followed his gaze in time to see one of the unclaimed familiars being put in the back of a cop car.
“Well, it’s just, you know, there’s so many unclaimed familiars and you probably wouldn’t want to be saddled with a ridiculous familiar like a cartoon mouse. And it’s okay, Jared, it really is - I’m used to-“
Jared shut him up by covering his lips with his own and kissing him soundly. “You know,” Jared said, his lips brushing against Jensen’s as he spoke. “I’m getting a little tired of you insulting my familiar. When I get you home I’m going to claim you so hard the entire city will know about it. Are we clear?”
“Sir, yes, Sir,” Jensen snarked with a smile.
Author's Notes: Okay, wow, when I first decided to fill the prompt I had no idea that the final word count would be over 10K. I mean, I should have, because short stories and I don't get along. I had a ton of fun writing it, and just wanted to say thank you again to everyone who followed along, whether you left comments or not. You are awesome! Oh, and Happy Halloween!