One doorway at a time - (1/1), PG13+, J2, H/C bingo prompt
Title: One doorway at a time
Rating: PG13+
Warnings: Panic attack describe in great detail, if this offends you or may be triggering for you then this fic isn't the one for you.
Disclaimer: No offense or harm intended to the recognizable persons in this fic. It's just all a bit of fun. Think of it as if J2 were in a movie with characters with the same names!
Beta: munibunny Thanks honey, for taking the time to read and whip into a semblance of shape my crazy musings.
Summary: Jensen should have had the door unlatched waiting for him. Something was really wrong, what the hell was going on? Jared needed to get in there, now!
Author Note: This was written for a H/C bingo prompt - Agoraphobia. Obviously if this topic being used in fic as a plot device offends you in anyway I implore you not to read and move onto things more in line with your own H/C appetite. In saying that, I really enjoyed putting this one together and have plans to expand it out into a fully fleshed fic in due course as these boys' pain just needs to be explained and dealt with!
“Jensen? It's Jared man, where you at?” Jared felt the sweat starting to trickle down the back of his neck as the silence from the house stretch on as he stood fidgeting on the front steps of his friend’s doorstep.
“Come on Jen, this ain’t funny no more. Let me in man.”
The worry got the better of him as the seconds stretched into long minutes. Making up his mind, Jared made his way to the side fence. He had to fight his way through the gnarled and neglected shrubs before he climbed his way over worn and paint peeled timbre palling fence.
“Jen…”
“Jen…are you ok?” Jared called out as he round the side of the house, hoping that Jensen was just busy in the back of the house rather than unconscious on the floor as his vivid imagination was supplying in full technicolour detail.
It’s not like Jensen could just duck down to the shops or something and Jared always made sure he arrived right when he said he would.
He knew the drill, him and Jensen had been living this travesty of existence for years.
His heart already in his throat, Jared swayed slightly as the crumpled form of his long time friend come into view, seemly sprawled across the bare concrete of his back patio.
Pulling himself together he sprinted to crouch beside the violently trembling and gasping form, not knowing where to touch him without causing more harm.
Tentatively reaching out to brush the sweaty strands of chin length hair out of his friends face, Jared recoiled with a sharp cry, “Shit…Jen!” His stomach lurched at the sight of bloody scratches lining Jensen’s terror stricken face; trembling and ghost-pale as he blindly attempted to claw his way back towards the open patio door.
“Oh Jen, what have you done?” Jared murmured as his hands fluttered over his friend's heaving and straining back.
His breath pulled sharp into his chest as Jensen's whimpering and sobbing gasps finally registered to his ears.
“Please…can’t...Jared…I’m ‘orry.”
“Ohh…I gotcha…I gotcha.” Jared pulled him in close to his chest and murmured soothingly assurances in his ear as started to thrash at his enveloping touch.
“Shhh…it’s ok…it’s ok, let me help you…shhh.” Jared’s voice hitched in his throat as he watched Jensen started to moan his distress while cramping heaves pulled through his gut leaving glisten strings of bile tinged saliva hanging from his chin as he curled over Jared’s bracing arms.
“Come on man, it’s ok, I gotcha, I’ll get you back inside, just focus on me, come on, look at me Jen…just me, ok?” Jared ignored the mess on his chin and clamped his free hand around his jaw and pulled his friend’s terrified gaze back to him.
Jared sucked in a relieved breath as he saw Jensen’s eyes focus briefly on him. He shook his grip on his chin, “hey, me Jen only me, just keep your focus on me ok? Just me,” when his gaze started to wander.
Jared smiled briefly as he finally captured Jensen’s frantic gaze with his own.
“I got you. You’re ok, I’ve got you, ok,” Jared soothed as he gently readjusted him in his arms and pulled them both up to standing.
Jared pulled him in tight to his chest again as the blind panic returned to Jensen’s bloodshot eyes and the dry heaves pulled once more at his clenching stomach.
“I got you, we’re going in now. That’s it, hold on to me, I’ll get you there, it’s ok,” Jared soothed as he felt Jensen finger claw into his shirt, his grip bruising on the flesh beneath.
Hitching him closer so that he could mostly block his view of their surroundings, he guided them back through the entry way into the welcoming warmth of Jensen’s kitchen.
"See, we’re in. It’s ok Jen, have a look, we’re in.” Jared directed Jensen’s gaze once more to their surrounding as he reached back and pulled the patio sliding door closed behind them and pulled the cord to release the block out blind to break their connection with the outside world completely.
Stopping briefly to grab a clean dish cloth and wet it, Jared ushered his trembling and whimpering form into the dark and cosy lounge room before seating them on the couch. He pushed himself into the corner of it as he hauled Jensen into his lap, pausing briefly to pull the throw from over the back of the couch over his friend’s shivering body.
Craning round so he could see the damage Jensen had done to his face in his panic, he winced as he saw the lightly seeping scratches on his cheeks. Jared hesitated briefly before dabbing lightly at the smears of blood marring the flawless complexion. He could only sigh in relief when his ministrations revealed the damage was only minor and wouldn’t require medical attention. Though the flutter of concern returned in his gut as Jensen remained unaware, not even flinching at his obviously painful touch.
Sliding his hand down to check on his friend's gaze he grimaced as his hand slipped into the sick still clinging to Jensen chin. He gently wiped it from Jensen face and his hands with the now bloody cloth before tossing it onto the nearby coffee table. Swallowing hard at the lump constricting his throat, he resettled Jensen in his arms to cocoon himself around his still shuddering friend as he gently rocked them in a soothing rhythm.
"I got ya Jen, it’s ok. I got ya,” Jared soothed as he raised a hand to stroke at the sweaty tangle of hair nestled into his chest as sobbing shudders ran through his friend exhausted frame.
Slowly, the shuddering subsided and tense muscles uncoiled until soft snuffling snores replaced the whimpered sobs and Jared could ease his own grip, assuring himself that though this had been a step back, together they could try again and one day Jared would once again be able to shared his joy of the outside world with his closest friend.
Not today and probably not next month, but one day.
One day when the world was not so terrifying.
Anyway, Jared was content to be right here for as long as Jensen needed him to be, even if that turned out to be forever.
That’s what friends were for; to stand by at the ready to take on the world one doorway at a time.
Rating: PG13+
Warnings: Panic attack describe in great detail, if this offends you or may be triggering for you then this fic isn't the one for you.
Disclaimer: No offense or harm intended to the recognizable persons in this fic. It's just all a bit of fun. Think of it as if J2 were in a movie with characters with the same names!
Beta: munibunny Thanks honey, for taking the time to read and whip into a semblance of shape my crazy musings.
Summary: Jensen should have had the door unlatched waiting for him. Something was really wrong, what the hell was going on? Jared needed to get in there, now!
Author Note: This was written for a H/C bingo prompt - Agoraphobia. Obviously if this topic being used in fic as a plot device offends you in anyway I implore you not to read and move onto things more in line with your own H/C appetite. In saying that, I really enjoyed putting this one together and have plans to expand it out into a fully fleshed fic in due course as these boys' pain just needs to be explained and dealt with!
“Jensen? It's Jared man, where you at?” Jared felt the sweat starting to trickle down the back of his neck as the silence from the house stretch on as he stood fidgeting on the front steps of his friend’s doorstep.
“Come on Jen, this ain’t funny no more. Let me in man.”
The worry got the better of him as the seconds stretched into long minutes. Making up his mind, Jared made his way to the side fence. He had to fight his way through the gnarled and neglected shrubs before he climbed his way over worn and paint peeled timbre palling fence.
“Jen…”
“Jen…are you ok?” Jared called out as he round the side of the house, hoping that Jensen was just busy in the back of the house rather than unconscious on the floor as his vivid imagination was supplying in full technicolour detail.
It’s not like Jensen could just duck down to the shops or something and Jared always made sure he arrived right when he said he would.
He knew the drill, him and Jensen had been living this travesty of existence for years.
His heart already in his throat, Jared swayed slightly as the crumpled form of his long time friend come into view, seemly sprawled across the bare concrete of his back patio.
Pulling himself together he sprinted to crouch beside the violently trembling and gasping form, not knowing where to touch him without causing more harm.
Tentatively reaching out to brush the sweaty strands of chin length hair out of his friends face, Jared recoiled with a sharp cry, “Shit…Jen!” His stomach lurched at the sight of bloody scratches lining Jensen’s terror stricken face; trembling and ghost-pale as he blindly attempted to claw his way back towards the open patio door.
“Oh Jen, what have you done?” Jared murmured as his hands fluttered over his friend's heaving and straining back.
His breath pulled sharp into his chest as Jensen's whimpering and sobbing gasps finally registered to his ears.
“Please…can’t...Jared…I’m ‘orry.”
“Ohh…I gotcha…I gotcha.” Jared pulled him in close to his chest and murmured soothingly assurances in his ear as started to thrash at his enveloping touch.
“Shhh…it’s ok…it’s ok, let me help you…shhh.” Jared’s voice hitched in his throat as he watched Jensen started to moan his distress while cramping heaves pulled through his gut leaving glisten strings of bile tinged saliva hanging from his chin as he curled over Jared’s bracing arms.
“Come on man, it’s ok, I gotcha, I’ll get you back inside, just focus on me, come on, look at me Jen…just me, ok?” Jared ignored the mess on his chin and clamped his free hand around his jaw and pulled his friend’s terrified gaze back to him.
Jared sucked in a relieved breath as he saw Jensen’s eyes focus briefly on him. He shook his grip on his chin, “hey, me Jen only me, just keep your focus on me ok? Just me,” when his gaze started to wander.
Jared smiled briefly as he finally captured Jensen’s frantic gaze with his own.
“I got you. You’re ok, I’ve got you, ok,” Jared soothed as he gently readjusted him in his arms and pulled them both up to standing.
Jared pulled him in tight to his chest again as the blind panic returned to Jensen’s bloodshot eyes and the dry heaves pulled once more at his clenching stomach.
“I got you, we’re going in now. That’s it, hold on to me, I’ll get you there, it’s ok,” Jared soothed as he felt Jensen finger claw into his shirt, his grip bruising on the flesh beneath.
Hitching him closer so that he could mostly block his view of their surroundings, he guided them back through the entry way into the welcoming warmth of Jensen’s kitchen.
"See, we’re in. It’s ok Jen, have a look, we’re in.” Jared directed Jensen’s gaze once more to their surrounding as he reached back and pulled the patio sliding door closed behind them and pulled the cord to release the block out blind to break their connection with the outside world completely.
Stopping briefly to grab a clean dish cloth and wet it, Jared ushered his trembling and whimpering form into the dark and cosy lounge room before seating them on the couch. He pushed himself into the corner of it as he hauled Jensen into his lap, pausing briefly to pull the throw from over the back of the couch over his friend’s shivering body.
Craning round so he could see the damage Jensen had done to his face in his panic, he winced as he saw the lightly seeping scratches on his cheeks. Jared hesitated briefly before dabbing lightly at the smears of blood marring the flawless complexion. He could only sigh in relief when his ministrations revealed the damage was only minor and wouldn’t require medical attention. Though the flutter of concern returned in his gut as Jensen remained unaware, not even flinching at his obviously painful touch.
Sliding his hand down to check on his friend's gaze he grimaced as his hand slipped into the sick still clinging to Jensen chin. He gently wiped it from Jensen face and his hands with the now bloody cloth before tossing it onto the nearby coffee table. Swallowing hard at the lump constricting his throat, he resettled Jensen in his arms to cocoon himself around his still shuddering friend as he gently rocked them in a soothing rhythm.
"I got ya Jen, it’s ok. I got ya,” Jared soothed as he raised a hand to stroke at the sweaty tangle of hair nestled into his chest as sobbing shudders ran through his friend exhausted frame.
Slowly, the shuddering subsided and tense muscles uncoiled until soft snuffling snores replaced the whimpered sobs and Jared could ease his own grip, assuring himself that though this had been a step back, together they could try again and one day Jared would once again be able to shared his joy of the outside world with his closest friend.
Not today and probably not next month, but one day.
One day when the world was not so terrifying.
Anyway, Jared was content to be right here for as long as Jensen needed him to be, even if that turned out to be forever.
That’s what friends were for; to stand by at the ready to take on the world one doorway at a time.