AU RPS: Swim Your Seas And Climb Your Hills 4/14
Title: Swim Your Seas And Climb Your Hills.
Author: jeyhawk
Pairings/Characters: Jared/Jensen, Steve/Chris brief mentions of Mike/Tom.
Rating: Overall NC17
Category: Angst, Romance, Erotica, AU
Summary: Introductory post (with pictures) to the stuntman!verse can be found here. Steve's a stuntman, Chris a director, Jensen an actor and Jared's in a wheelchair. Two years ago Jared's accident changed their relationships forever, but now they find themselves on the set for the same movie. Will the past prove to be too much, or can they find their ways back to each other?
Disclaimer: I don't know them, own them or make any money from them. This is just a bunch of inventive lies.
Warnings: AU.
Wordcount: 33 196 for the entire series.
Beta: ames1010 Love you babe!
Thanks to: lissa_bear, titheniel, laugiana_fanfic and sasskitten for encouragement and character evaluations.
Notes: This story is finished, but it'll be posted in parts to give my beta some time to weave her magic wand. :0) Every chapter brings a new POV in the order Steve, Chris, Jensen, Jared and back from the start, but of course pretty much every chapter deals with all of them. :0) Title snatched from Steve with love. :0P
Chapter Specific Notes: Jared's POV.
Chapter Four
It took Jared two days to calm down enough to open Jensen’s gift. Two days of hating himself for finally opening the can of angry rattlesnakes that had been sitting between them for the last two years, even though he consoled himself with the fact that Jensen started it.
He’d half expected Jensen to call him at some point during the last two days, and when he hadn’t, he wasn’t sure if he was hurt, pissed off or an even mix of both. Jensen had fucking cut him off and he was not going to call Steve begging for Jensen’s number. Steve had enough to deal with at the moment, if his stinginess was anything to judge by.
He’d nearly thrown the gift bag away a few times, impotent rage making him clench his fists in the blankets, but he hadn’t been able to do it, letting it glare at him from the nightstand instead. At least he’d finally gotten some proof that Jensen actually did remember that night. He’d almost thought that Jensen had forgotten about it in the haze surrounding his accident, but then the hazy part had probably been all his.
He wished he could remember what they had talked about on the morning before the stunt. What had been said as they got out of bed and got ready for yet another day on set, but everything after he’d fallen asleep curled around Jensen’s body was a blank - his memories picking up again two weeks later in a hospital bed with a tube shoved down his throat.
He’d picked his brain, over and over again, trying to remember that day, just to know what had been going on between them. Had they laughed it off as a mistake, had they kissed when they woke up, what had Jensen said? The only things he knew was what others had told him afterwards, and Jensen, obviously, wasn’t going to fill in the blanks for him.
After he’d gone through the humiliating morning routine, two nurses helping him to wash up and use a fucking potty, he was just in the right mood set for opening Jensen’s gift. It didn’t matter that this had been his life for almost two years, other people helping him with his toilet needs never failed to make him blush. He hadn’t been this helpless for a year now, but since they were still waiting for his body to heal and the swelling to go down after the surgery, he was not allowed out of bed and that made things awkward all over again.
Thankfully, all the orderlies were women; he couldn’t have stomached having a guy help him out, no matter how professional they were. He couldn’t wait for the actual therapy to begin, the one that would help strengthen his muscles and that was aiming towards making him as self sufficient as possible. He’d spent enough time in hospitals and institutions. He wanted his life back.
Once lunch was out of the way, he grabbed the flowery gift bag from the nightstand and put it on his lap, gingerly untying the stupid silk string keeping it closed and peeking inside. One by one, he lifted the goodies out of the bag: a three pack of Kit Kats, a bag of his favourite jelly worms, two new books by Terry Pratchett, a tiny paper box and a card.
He read turned the card over and read the inscription, a smile creeping unbidden to his lips.
Get better, you idiot. I miss hanging out in front of the TV with you. If you’re ever short for cash, you can always sell this card. Now that I’m a big shot movie star my name is worth money. The card was signed with the intelligible scrawl that Jensen called his autograph.
Jared put it to the side, lifting the paper box instead and lifting the lid. There was a simple leather bracelet, like the one he’d been wearing all the time before the accident, resting inside. He’d asked for his old one once and they’d told him they’d cut the tattered remains from his wrist and thrown it away.
Blinking away stupid tears, he lifted the bracelet from the box and tied it around his wrist with a little help from his mouth. Despite everything, Jensen still knew him too well and he hated him a little for it. Trying not to think about it, Jared lined the gifts up on his nightstand, keeping one of the books on his lap since he was all out of reading material that didn’t have anything to do with school, and the course on business law he was trying to finish. The box and the gift bag ended up in the trashcan, because he was not going to hang on to them like some pathetic loser. It had been years since he finished high school, after all.
He had only just gotten into the book when a knock on his door made him look up, startled to find Chris standing in the doorway with a package in his hands.
“Uh… Hi,” Chris said, looking uncomfortable.
“Hi,” Jared responded. “Long time no see.”
Chris winced. “Yeah, I’m sorry ‘bout that. I’ve…”
“Been busy,” Jared filled in. It was nice that everyone had such fucking busy lives that they didn’t have time to visit him. He had all the time in the world, so why not let him wait?
“Yeah… I came by the hospital after your surgery, but you were still sleeping…”
“I got your flowers,” Jared said, letting his face soften. It wasn’t like he thought Chris not visiting him had anything to do with him - that one was easily all Steve.
“Good.” Chris smiled a little, still hovering in the doorway.
Jared gestured for him to come in and Chris finally did, pulling the door closed behind him. He walked up to the bed and handed Jared the package, watching anxiously as Jared began to open it.
“It’s just my movies,” he blurted out. “I thought maybe you hadn’t seen them and even if you have, both of them are director’s cuts and…”
“Shut up,” Jared said affectionately, mainly because it was damned unnerving to have Chris acting like a nervous five year old. Chris had always been sure of himself to the point of stupidity, but then again, so had Jared.
He finally got the DVDs out of the wrapping, surprised to see there were three of them, not just two. Frowning, he fished the third one up, bringing it to his face.
“Chase?” he asked, touching the front that had the title in flashy script and a picture of him and Jensen sitting side by side in a cabriolet.
“Yeah,” Chris grinned. “I’ve had it cleaned up and re-cut… Only for private consumption so far, but it’s a damned shame that the public will never get to see the greatest car chase to ever have been filmed.”
Jared laughed a little, turning the cover over to find even more snapshots from the movie: Jensen on a bike, him on a bike, Steve in a car. He touched his fingers to it, momentary transported back in time, then he looked up and put the DVDs to the side.
“Thanks, man,” he said, and he really meant it. “Both for coming by and for the movies.”
Chris grinned and pulled a chair up to the bed, sitting down and kicking his feet up on the edge of the bed. “So tell me, dude, what’s this place like?”
Chris ended up staying for almost three hours, the two of them chatting away like nothing had really changed from when they were hanging out on Steve's couch with their feet propped up on the table. One of the orderlies showed up to serve Jared coffee, and got her panties into a twist over Chris, who easily charmed his way to a cup for himself and her phone number. Jared watched the entire exchange with a slightly wistful grin. He wondered if he’d ever be as comfortable in his own skin as Chris was again.
Once they’d had their coffee and a couple of cinnamon rolls, which the violently blushing poor girl had produced from somewhere, Chris straightened up from his slouch and stretched.
“I better get going,” he said.
“Yeah,” Jared responded. “It’s getting late. Just… Don’t be a stranger, okay?”
“I won’t,” Chris said. He pursed his lips and fidgeted a little. “Would you say Steve's good with cars?”
Jared raised his eyebrows. “Chris, you know that Steve's a fucking genius with cars.”
“Not as good as you were.”
Jared rolled his eyes. “Well, I’m not exactly on the market anymore. The only one that’s better than Steve from what I’ve heard is Everett, and that man’s a fucking menace to work with. What’s this about?”
Chris sighed. “There’s going to be this stunt…in the final scene of a movie where Jensen jumps his car over a canyon to get away from the people following him… and it’s gonna be a really fucking dangerous stunt.”
Jared nodded. “Well, that’s why you’re paying him the big bucks.”
“But… Jesus, Jare, do you have any idea what kind of shit he’s been pulling off lately? He’s putting himself at risk over and over again… I don’t…”
“Chris… Chill, man. Steve might not have the common sense of your average toddler, but Jeff does. He wouldn’t let Steve do it if he wasn’t sure it was safe.”
Chris rubbed a hand over his eyes. “I just… Forget I said anything, okay? And don’t...”
”Tell him? I won’t.”
”Thanks.” Chris took a few steps towards the door before stopping and glancing at Jared over his shoulder. “I had a good time,” he said. “It’s been… weird without you… all of you.”
Jared grinned and opened his mouth to answer, but Chris was gone before he got the words out.
“Still afraid of the chick flick moments,” Jared said to the empty room, but he was smiling.
Chapter Five to Eight
Author: jeyhawk
Pairings/Characters: Jared/Jensen, Steve/Chris brief mentions of Mike/Tom.
Rating: Overall NC17
Category: Angst, Romance, Erotica, AU
Summary: Introductory post (with pictures) to the stuntman!verse can be found here. Steve's a stuntman, Chris a director, Jensen an actor and Jared's in a wheelchair. Two years ago Jared's accident changed their relationships forever, but now they find themselves on the set for the same movie. Will the past prove to be too much, or can they find their ways back to each other?
Disclaimer: I don't know them, own them or make any money from them. This is just a bunch of inventive lies.
Warnings: AU.
Wordcount: 33 196 for the entire series.
Beta: ames1010 Love you babe!
Thanks to: lissa_bear, titheniel, laugiana_fanfic and sasskitten for encouragement and character evaluations.
Notes: This story is finished, but it'll be posted in parts to give my beta some time to weave her magic wand. :0) Every chapter brings a new POV in the order Steve, Chris, Jensen, Jared and back from the start, but of course pretty much every chapter deals with all of them. :0) Title snatched from Steve with love. :0P
Chapter Specific Notes: Jared's POV.
Chapter Four
It took Jared two days to calm down enough to open Jensen’s gift. Two days of hating himself for finally opening the can of angry rattlesnakes that had been sitting between them for the last two years, even though he consoled himself with the fact that Jensen started it.
He’d half expected Jensen to call him at some point during the last two days, and when he hadn’t, he wasn’t sure if he was hurt, pissed off or an even mix of both. Jensen had fucking cut him off and he was not going to call Steve begging for Jensen’s number. Steve had enough to deal with at the moment, if his stinginess was anything to judge by.
He’d nearly thrown the gift bag away a few times, impotent rage making him clench his fists in the blankets, but he hadn’t been able to do it, letting it glare at him from the nightstand instead. At least he’d finally gotten some proof that Jensen actually did remember that night. He’d almost thought that Jensen had forgotten about it in the haze surrounding his accident, but then the hazy part had probably been all his.
He wished he could remember what they had talked about on the morning before the stunt. What had been said as they got out of bed and got ready for yet another day on set, but everything after he’d fallen asleep curled around Jensen’s body was a blank - his memories picking up again two weeks later in a hospital bed with a tube shoved down his throat.
He’d picked his brain, over and over again, trying to remember that day, just to know what had been going on between them. Had they laughed it off as a mistake, had they kissed when they woke up, what had Jensen said? The only things he knew was what others had told him afterwards, and Jensen, obviously, wasn’t going to fill in the blanks for him.
After he’d gone through the humiliating morning routine, two nurses helping him to wash up and use a fucking potty, he was just in the right mood set for opening Jensen’s gift. It didn’t matter that this had been his life for almost two years, other people helping him with his toilet needs never failed to make him blush. He hadn’t been this helpless for a year now, but since they were still waiting for his body to heal and the swelling to go down after the surgery, he was not allowed out of bed and that made things awkward all over again.
Thankfully, all the orderlies were women; he couldn’t have stomached having a guy help him out, no matter how professional they were. He couldn’t wait for the actual therapy to begin, the one that would help strengthen his muscles and that was aiming towards making him as self sufficient as possible. He’d spent enough time in hospitals and institutions. He wanted his life back.
Once lunch was out of the way, he grabbed the flowery gift bag from the nightstand and put it on his lap, gingerly untying the stupid silk string keeping it closed and peeking inside. One by one, he lifted the goodies out of the bag: a three pack of Kit Kats, a bag of his favourite jelly worms, two new books by Terry Pratchett, a tiny paper box and a card.
He read turned the card over and read the inscription, a smile creeping unbidden to his lips.
Get better, you idiot. I miss hanging out in front of the TV with you. If you’re ever short for cash, you can always sell this card. Now that I’m a big shot movie star my name is worth money. The card was signed with the intelligible scrawl that Jensen called his autograph.
Jared put it to the side, lifting the paper box instead and lifting the lid. There was a simple leather bracelet, like the one he’d been wearing all the time before the accident, resting inside. He’d asked for his old one once and they’d told him they’d cut the tattered remains from his wrist and thrown it away.
Blinking away stupid tears, he lifted the bracelet from the box and tied it around his wrist with a little help from his mouth. Despite everything, Jensen still knew him too well and he hated him a little for it. Trying not to think about it, Jared lined the gifts up on his nightstand, keeping one of the books on his lap since he was all out of reading material that didn’t have anything to do with school, and the course on business law he was trying to finish. The box and the gift bag ended up in the trashcan, because he was not going to hang on to them like some pathetic loser. It had been years since he finished high school, after all.
He had only just gotten into the book when a knock on his door made him look up, startled to find Chris standing in the doorway with a package in his hands.
“Uh… Hi,” Chris said, looking uncomfortable.
“Hi,” Jared responded. “Long time no see.”
Chris winced. “Yeah, I’m sorry ‘bout that. I’ve…”
“Been busy,” Jared filled in. It was nice that everyone had such fucking busy lives that they didn’t have time to visit him. He had all the time in the world, so why not let him wait?
“Yeah… I came by the hospital after your surgery, but you were still sleeping…”
“I got your flowers,” Jared said, letting his face soften. It wasn’t like he thought Chris not visiting him had anything to do with him - that one was easily all Steve.
“Good.” Chris smiled a little, still hovering in the doorway.
Jared gestured for him to come in and Chris finally did, pulling the door closed behind him. He walked up to the bed and handed Jared the package, watching anxiously as Jared began to open it.
“It’s just my movies,” he blurted out. “I thought maybe you hadn’t seen them and even if you have, both of them are director’s cuts and…”
“Shut up,” Jared said affectionately, mainly because it was damned unnerving to have Chris acting like a nervous five year old. Chris had always been sure of himself to the point of stupidity, but then again, so had Jared.
He finally got the DVDs out of the wrapping, surprised to see there were three of them, not just two. Frowning, he fished the third one up, bringing it to his face.
“Chase?” he asked, touching the front that had the title in flashy script and a picture of him and Jensen sitting side by side in a cabriolet.
“Yeah,” Chris grinned. “I’ve had it cleaned up and re-cut… Only for private consumption so far, but it’s a damned shame that the public will never get to see the greatest car chase to ever have been filmed.”
Jared laughed a little, turning the cover over to find even more snapshots from the movie: Jensen on a bike, him on a bike, Steve in a car. He touched his fingers to it, momentary transported back in time, then he looked up and put the DVDs to the side.
“Thanks, man,” he said, and he really meant it. “Both for coming by and for the movies.”
Chris grinned and pulled a chair up to the bed, sitting down and kicking his feet up on the edge of the bed. “So tell me, dude, what’s this place like?”
Chris ended up staying for almost three hours, the two of them chatting away like nothing had really changed from when they were hanging out on Steve's couch with their feet propped up on the table. One of the orderlies showed up to serve Jared coffee, and got her panties into a twist over Chris, who easily charmed his way to a cup for himself and her phone number. Jared watched the entire exchange with a slightly wistful grin. He wondered if he’d ever be as comfortable in his own skin as Chris was again.
Once they’d had their coffee and a couple of cinnamon rolls, which the violently blushing poor girl had produced from somewhere, Chris straightened up from his slouch and stretched.
“I better get going,” he said.
“Yeah,” Jared responded. “It’s getting late. Just… Don’t be a stranger, okay?”
“I won’t,” Chris said. He pursed his lips and fidgeted a little. “Would you say Steve's good with cars?”
Jared raised his eyebrows. “Chris, you know that Steve's a fucking genius with cars.”
“Not as good as you were.”
Jared rolled his eyes. “Well, I’m not exactly on the market anymore. The only one that’s better than Steve from what I’ve heard is Everett, and that man’s a fucking menace to work with. What’s this about?”
Chris sighed. “There’s going to be this stunt…in the final scene of a movie where Jensen jumps his car over a canyon to get away from the people following him… and it’s gonna be a really fucking dangerous stunt.”
Jared nodded. “Well, that’s why you’re paying him the big bucks.”
“But… Jesus, Jare, do you have any idea what kind of shit he’s been pulling off lately? He’s putting himself at risk over and over again… I don’t…”
“Chris… Chill, man. Steve might not have the common sense of your average toddler, but Jeff does. He wouldn’t let Steve do it if he wasn’t sure it was safe.”
Chris rubbed a hand over his eyes. “I just… Forget I said anything, okay? And don’t...”
”Tell him? I won’t.”
”Thanks.” Chris took a few steps towards the door before stopping and glancing at Jared over his shoulder. “I had a good time,” he said. “It’s been… weird without you… all of you.”
Jared grinned and opened his mouth to answer, but Chris was gone before he got the words out.
“Still afraid of the chick flick moments,” Jared said to the empty room, but he was smiling.
Chapter Five to Eight