The Forged Son
Title: The Forged Son
Part Two
Author: rahram
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Word Count: 1,216
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I'm inclined to suggest that this isn't happening, never happened, and will never happen. For if it did heads would explode and baby caterpillars would never get their wings.
Summary: When Jared shows up at his ex-lovers apartment with a box and a request, Jensen finds himself being pulled into the situation to help the younger man out.
More of my fic can be found Here
| Part 1| |Part 2| | Part 3|
Jensen turns in a circle looking around the small two bedroom apartment. “What the hell happened to the town house?” he asks still staring at the tiny living room in disbelief.
“Dad took it back,” Jared shrugs. “They didn’t like me tying myself down to a kid. Granted they pay for Dorian’s tuition, but that’s only because no one in the family has ever failed to attend the best of the best. Other than that, I can’t get a hold of the family money, so Dorian and I live here.” Jared watches as Jensen picks up things, examines them, and places them back where they were.
“Not to change the subject, on your wonderful family,” he says in disgust, it wasn’t a secret he couldn’t stand Jared’s family, “But I thought you couldn’t even imagine sleeping with a woman.”
“Wow, that’s out of left field,” Jared tells him, trying to understand how Jensen got back to the subject of Dorian’s mother again.
“Jared…” Jensen replies the threat and annoyance obvious in his voice.
“You weren’t there, I took what I could get,” he replies simply.
“Who’s the mom,” Jensen asks. He still wanders around the small place, looking for any clue on the identity of the mystery mother.
“What does it matter?” Jared asks disbelievingly, he doesn’t think Jensen has the right to know.
“I was just wondering if I knew the girl you cheated on me with,” he shrugs, turning to look at Jared like it was nothing.
“Did I know the person you fucked behind my back?” Jared questions, his voice near a shout.
“God damn it,” Jensen hisses getting in his face, “You know you did.”
Jared just nods, “This isn’t about the past. This is about my little boy being in danger.”
“This isn’t finished,” Jensen tells him, turning and picking up his bag. He takes it into the undersized kitchen where he begins to unload gadgets onto the table.
“It was finished eight years ago, when you walked away,” Jared informs him as he follows his used to be best friend and lover into the kitchen.
“Like you really needed some poor boy with the wrong blood around you,” Jensen says as he picks up one of his many electronic devices, moving to the phone on the wall and hooking it to it.
“Did I ever make you feel like I was better than you?” Jared questions softly.
“Jared,” Jensen sighs as he finishes hooking up the device, “We wouldn’t have worked out, you know that.”
“Why?” Jared asks, refusing to allow the subject to drop.
“Well for one, we were both fucking other people. Oh, and don’t forget that your parents hated me.”
“I would have given up my family for you.” Jared tells him bluntly, “I did for Dorian.”
“And you know I’d never ask you to,” Jensen replies, grabbing locks and tools from his bag and walking to the front door and installing them for extra protection. Jared just remains quiet, returning to the kitchen while Jensen continues to go around the apartment, first adding security measures then checking everything for bugs. He keeps trying to figure out why someone would kidnap Jared’s kid. If it’s true that Jared can’t get his family’s money, then there really isn’t anything anyone could want.
An hour after he began, Jensen returns to the kitchen and sits at the table with Jared. “Spill,” he says calmly, his eyes boring into Jared.
“What?” Jared asks, searching his mind for anything that will help him figure out what Jensen is talking about.
“I’ve been thinking about it. Everything that’s happened to you, your family taking the money, most likely taking the cushy job you were going to get when you turned twenty-one, and I can’t find out what kidnappers would want from you. The only thing you seem to have with any kind of value is Dorian. So inform me with what I’m missing.” Jensen says calculatingly as he tries to work out the puzzle himself.
“He’s all I have,” Jared replies, looking at the table and averting his eyes from Jensen.
“Don’t fucking lie to me Jared, or I’ll walk out the door and not look back,” he rationally informs the younger man.
Raising his eyes, he looks at Jensen. He knows Jensen will walk away and not look back; it wouldn’t be the first time he did it to Jared; only difference now is he’s not exhausted from three hours of sex, and his little boy will die. “About three years ago, I started working for the Department of Defense,” he states, looking back at the table so he doesn’t have to tell Jensen looking at him. “That’s how I found you,” he says gesturing to the older man, “It was just freelance stuff, updating software, installing better fire walls, the works. Two years ago, they came to me waiting my help. They were working on a program to track soldiers when they were on missions, so if they got caught, there would be a better chance of the military extracting them without them dying and without the country having to succumb to terrorist demands,” he tells Jensen, pausing to let Jensen wrap his mind around the story so far.
“And?” Jensen prods waiting to find out how the DOD waiting help and the kidnapping fit together.
“I wrote the program. Three people know the code to get it to work. Without the code it’s just a series of ones and zeros. The people that know the code is the President, the Secretary of Defense, and me. I was the easiest to get to.”
“Dammit Jared,” Jensen says, exhaustion running threw his words, “You need to go to the DOD.”
“I can’t,” Jared replies, “They’ll kill Dorian.”
“Jared, do you not understand, this is an issue of national security, not a kidnapping.” Jensen tells him, trying his best to rationalize with the distraught father.
“Do what you want to do Jen,” Jared tells the man as he stands and pushes his chair back under the table, “But I’m getting my son back.”
As Jared walks away, Jensen sighs and places his head on the table. “Boy never did know how to listen,” he whispers to the silent room.
Jared hadn’t spoken with Jensen since they had the disagreement about how the situation needed to be handled. He’s sit on the couch, watching the tv, not even sure what show was on. He had turned the tv off when Jensen declared he needed to have a shower, that was ten minutes ago.
When a knock comes at the door, Jared stands from the couch and makes his way to stand in front of the door. After looking through the peephole, he begins to undo the locks that Jensen had installed, and pulls the door open.
The person on the other side barely waits long enough for the locks to disengage before they are pushing into the living room. “Jared,” she says, wrapping her arms around him.
Jared encasing the tall dark haired woman in a hug, fear of loss causing tears to gather in both of their eyes, “I’m so sorry,” he whispers in her ear.
“Stace?” Jared turns and stares wide eyed at a towel covered Jensen who gazes at them in confusion.
Part Two
Author: rahram
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Word Count: 1,216
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I'm inclined to suggest that this isn't happening, never happened, and will never happen. For if it did heads would explode and baby caterpillars would never get their wings.
Summary: When Jared shows up at his ex-lovers apartment with a box and a request, Jensen finds himself being pulled into the situation to help the younger man out.
More of my fic can be found Here
| Part 1| |Part 2| | Part 3|
Jensen turns in a circle looking around the small two bedroom apartment. “What the hell happened to the town house?” he asks still staring at the tiny living room in disbelief.
“Dad took it back,” Jared shrugs. “They didn’t like me tying myself down to a kid. Granted they pay for Dorian’s tuition, but that’s only because no one in the family has ever failed to attend the best of the best. Other than that, I can’t get a hold of the family money, so Dorian and I live here.” Jared watches as Jensen picks up things, examines them, and places them back where they were.
“Not to change the subject, on your wonderful family,” he says in disgust, it wasn’t a secret he couldn’t stand Jared’s family, “But I thought you couldn’t even imagine sleeping with a woman.”
“Wow, that’s out of left field,” Jared tells him, trying to understand how Jensen got back to the subject of Dorian’s mother again.
“Jared…” Jensen replies the threat and annoyance obvious in his voice.
“You weren’t there, I took what I could get,” he replies simply.
“Who’s the mom,” Jensen asks. He still wanders around the small place, looking for any clue on the identity of the mystery mother.
“What does it matter?” Jared asks disbelievingly, he doesn’t think Jensen has the right to know.
“I was just wondering if I knew the girl you cheated on me with,” he shrugs, turning to look at Jared like it was nothing.
“Did I know the person you fucked behind my back?” Jared questions, his voice near a shout.
“God damn it,” Jensen hisses getting in his face, “You know you did.”
Jared just nods, “This isn’t about the past. This is about my little boy being in danger.”
“This isn’t finished,” Jensen tells him, turning and picking up his bag. He takes it into the undersized kitchen where he begins to unload gadgets onto the table.
“It was finished eight years ago, when you walked away,” Jared informs him as he follows his used to be best friend and lover into the kitchen.
“Like you really needed some poor boy with the wrong blood around you,” Jensen says as he picks up one of his many electronic devices, moving to the phone on the wall and hooking it to it.
“Did I ever make you feel like I was better than you?” Jared questions softly.
“Jared,” Jensen sighs as he finishes hooking up the device, “We wouldn’t have worked out, you know that.”
“Why?” Jared asks, refusing to allow the subject to drop.
“Well for one, we were both fucking other people. Oh, and don’t forget that your parents hated me.”
“I would have given up my family for you.” Jared tells him bluntly, “I did for Dorian.”
“And you know I’d never ask you to,” Jensen replies, grabbing locks and tools from his bag and walking to the front door and installing them for extra protection. Jared just remains quiet, returning to the kitchen while Jensen continues to go around the apartment, first adding security measures then checking everything for bugs. He keeps trying to figure out why someone would kidnap Jared’s kid. If it’s true that Jared can’t get his family’s money, then there really isn’t anything anyone could want.
An hour after he began, Jensen returns to the kitchen and sits at the table with Jared. “Spill,” he says calmly, his eyes boring into Jared.
“What?” Jared asks, searching his mind for anything that will help him figure out what Jensen is talking about.
“I’ve been thinking about it. Everything that’s happened to you, your family taking the money, most likely taking the cushy job you were going to get when you turned twenty-one, and I can’t find out what kidnappers would want from you. The only thing you seem to have with any kind of value is Dorian. So inform me with what I’m missing.” Jensen says calculatingly as he tries to work out the puzzle himself.
“He’s all I have,” Jared replies, looking at the table and averting his eyes from Jensen.
“Don’t fucking lie to me Jared, or I’ll walk out the door and not look back,” he rationally informs the younger man.
Raising his eyes, he looks at Jensen. He knows Jensen will walk away and not look back; it wouldn’t be the first time he did it to Jared; only difference now is he’s not exhausted from three hours of sex, and his little boy will die. “About three years ago, I started working for the Department of Defense,” he states, looking back at the table so he doesn’t have to tell Jensen looking at him. “That’s how I found you,” he says gesturing to the older man, “It was just freelance stuff, updating software, installing better fire walls, the works. Two years ago, they came to me waiting my help. They were working on a program to track soldiers when they were on missions, so if they got caught, there would be a better chance of the military extracting them without them dying and without the country having to succumb to terrorist demands,” he tells Jensen, pausing to let Jensen wrap his mind around the story so far.
“And?” Jensen prods waiting to find out how the DOD waiting help and the kidnapping fit together.
“I wrote the program. Three people know the code to get it to work. Without the code it’s just a series of ones and zeros. The people that know the code is the President, the Secretary of Defense, and me. I was the easiest to get to.”
“Dammit Jared,” Jensen says, exhaustion running threw his words, “You need to go to the DOD.”
“I can’t,” Jared replies, “They’ll kill Dorian.”
“Jared, do you not understand, this is an issue of national security, not a kidnapping.” Jensen tells him, trying his best to rationalize with the distraught father.
“Do what you want to do Jen,” Jared tells the man as he stands and pushes his chair back under the table, “But I’m getting my son back.”
As Jared walks away, Jensen sighs and places his head on the table. “Boy never did know how to listen,” he whispers to the silent room.
Jared hadn’t spoken with Jensen since they had the disagreement about how the situation needed to be handled. He’s sit on the couch, watching the tv, not even sure what show was on. He had turned the tv off when Jensen declared he needed to have a shower, that was ten minutes ago.
When a knock comes at the door, Jared stands from the couch and makes his way to stand in front of the door. After looking through the peephole, he begins to undo the locks that Jensen had installed, and pulls the door open.
The person on the other side barely waits long enough for the locks to disengage before they are pushing into the living room. “Jared,” she says, wrapping her arms around him.
Jared encasing the tall dark haired woman in a hug, fear of loss causing tears to gather in both of their eyes, “I’m so sorry,” he whispers in her ear.
“Stace?” Jared turns and stares wide eyed at a towel covered Jensen who gazes at them in confusion.