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Long Time Coming Chapter 6/25
Title: Long Time Coming
Genre: Angst/romance/drama
Pairings: Jared/Jensen, some Jared/Sandy
Warnings: Language, possible smut, hard drug use!
Disclaimer: Ye...yea...nope don't own them.  I am not insinuating Chris and Steve are drug peddlers either, it is merely for this fic that they are supplying Jensen so I can create angsty situations which lead to manschmexin.
Rating: 15
Summary: Jensen can't handle being around Jared anymore, not when his feelings are so strong.  So when hiatus starts and Jared notices Jensen drawing away and acting strange can he find out what's happening in time to save him?

A/N - Right so my uber awesome beta realscape  got this chapter back to me super speedy so much huggage goes out to her!  And now, fangirls and fanboys, the next installment...

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Jared pounded on the door, anxiously wondering why Jensen had locked him out.

“Jensen let me in!” He yelled, “Goddamnit Jen. I’ll break the fucking door down if I have to!”

He couldn’t hear anything from inside the bathroom, and worry overtook any care he may have had for his doors.  Sending a silent apology to Sandy, he stood back and rushed at the door, kicking it open.

Jensen was lying on the floor in front of the toilet, his eyes closed.  He looked so pale.

“Jesus Christ…” Jared rushed over to him and sat him up, shaking him slightly, “Jensen, can you hear me?  Wake up!”

He managed to half-drag, half-carry him out of the bathroom, wincing when he saw the damaged lock on the door.  Dumping Jensen on the couch, he was just reaching for the phone when Jensen spoke.

“Don’t…don’t call…anyone”

“Fucking hell Jensen, you expect me to believe that you’re alright after what just happened?”  Jared may or may not have been panicking slightly.

“I’ll be fine,” Jensen sounded resigned to whatever was happening, and that worried Jared even more.

“Does this happen often?”  He asked flatly.

Jensen didn’t reply, he just stared up at the ceiling, willing Jared to stop staring at him with those intrusive eyes.

“Look, just sleep or something, you can stay here tonight,” Jared sighed, “I won’t call anyone if you don’t want me to.”

Jensen visibly relaxed and his eyes fluttered shut. Soon his breathing became heavy and even.  Jared sat down on the chair next to the couch, staring at his friend. Knowing something was wrong, but hating himself for not knowing what, or how to fix it.

~**~ 

Jensen opened his eyes and squinted at the unfamiliar ceiling above him.  Then he remembered, oh god why last night?  Why did I have to start needing it last night?

He groaned and tried to get up, but his head started spinning, and he fell backwards onto the soft cushions. 

“Whoa there, don’t try getting up so fast,” Jared walked into his line of vision, holding a glass of water.

“Thanks,” Jensen managed to croak out, reaching out a hand for the glass.

“So, you wanna tell me what’s going on?”  Jared asked.

Jensen froze, he had sort of been dreading that question, and he had no idea how he could explain himself to his best friend.  He decided to go with the original story.

“Oh it’s just something I caught off of…err…someone,” He said lamely.

Jared’s eyes narrowed, but he said jovially, “So you’ve been getting lucky then?”

Jensen blinked, he hadn’t meant that, but there Jared went again, just putting the excuses into his mouth, “Yeah, well I just met h…her at a club, y’know.  No big deal, she must’ve been sick, I guess.”

Jared grinned at him, and slapped him on the shoulder, harder than was really necessary, “Great. So what’s she like?”

Jensen felt annoyance rising up in him, why was Jared snooping so much?  He had no right to pry, not when it was his fault!  That thought was quickly banished as Jensen inwardly admonished himself shamefully, this infatuation he had was definitely not Jared’s fault.

The shame manifested itself as anger, and he slammed the glass down on the coffee table, sitting up and saying harshly, “Why does it matter so much?  Just back off alright!”

Jared drew back in shock, his eyes widening at the sudden onslaught, “Alright, sorry, I was just curious.  We haven’t talked much recently, and I…I was…worried.”

Jensen felt an overwhelming amount of desire well up inside him. Knowing that Jared cared was the problem!  He couldn’t sit here and just act like there wasn’t a battle raging inside of him.

So he stood up and, grabbing his coat, he felt that breaking sensation again at the hurt look on Jared’s face, “Yeah well…don’t be.  I’m fine.”

And with that enlightening statement he stalked out of the house, slamming the door shut behind him, trying to block out the wounded expression on Jared’s face.

~**~ 

“And then he just stormed out,” Jared finished, taking a gulp of his beer and settling back into the sofa.

Sandy looked at him and saw how hurt he looked. She knew how much Jensen meant to him.  Why would he be such an asshole?

“Look, I’m sure there’s a perfectly good reason why he reacted like that,” She said comfortingly, scooting closer to her boyfriend and patting his arm reassuringly, “Maybe something bad went down with whoever this girl was.”

“Yeah, but that’s just it,” Jared said, “That’s the kind of stuff he’d tell me about!”

Jared rubbed his hand tiredly over his face, screwing his eyes up tight.  He felt completely strung out, and there was a part of him that was wondering why he cared so much.

He knew Sandy was trying her best to make him feel better, but she really wasn’t doing much and, as guilty as he felt for thinking that, he couldn’t help the thought running circles in his brain.

Sandy leaned in and kissed him lightly on the cheek, murmuring comforting words that she thought would help him.  He relaxed into her touch for a few seconds, but couldn’t stay that way.

The image of Jensen lying unconscious on the floor kept haunting his mind, and that was a little weird when his fiancée was straddling him and had her tongue in his mouth.

He pushed her away gently and stood up suddenly, ignoring the hurt look that crossed her face.

“I’m sorry, I can’t…not right now…”  He trailed off, not really sure why he couldn’t.

Sandy just sighed and lowered her eyes, “Just…talk to him Jared.  Don’t accuse him of anything, if he’s ready to share he will.  Why don’t you ask him over for dinner or something?”

Jared nodded, thinking it was actually pretty good advice, “I’m going to go talk to Chris, see if he knows what’s up.  I’ll call Jensen later.”

~**~ 

Jared parked outside the house that Chris and Steve were sharing and wondered vaguely what the hell he was doing there.  He knew it wasn't really his place to be constantly checking up on Jensen...but he felt like it was.  His best friend was obviously hurting, and he had no idea why, so he would turn to those who might.

"Jared!" Chris said in surprise when he opened the door, "This is a surprise."

"Yeah sorry, I should have called, I guess, but I need to talk about Jensen."

His words obviously struck a chord, because Chris suddenly froze, and he looked almost...guilty? 

"Why?  What's happened?" 

Jared fidgeted nervously on the doorstep, but didn't want to invite himself in; he wasn't that close to Chris or Steve.  They really only ever spoke when Jensen invited them both out on the same night.  And that didn't happen too often anymore.

"Well...nothing's happened per se, but he's been acting strange, and I'm worried about him Chris.  I think he took the break up with Danneel really hard..."

Chris interrupted sharply, "Dude, he broke up with Danneel weeks ago. I really think he's over it."

Jared blinked, something wasn't adding up here.  Why was Chris so sure that Jensen was over it?  And then it hit him, and Chris watched nervously as an expression of comprehension dawned on his face.

"He's told you," Jared said.  It wasn't a question.  "He's told you about whatever's bothering him."

Chris nodded slowly, "Yeah, but there's a reason why he can't tell you.  It's nothing personal man."

Jared flinched at the obvious lie, and mumbled, "It's fine; please don't tell him I stopped by."

Chris slapped his hand down on Jared's shoulder and said, "Yeah, fine.  Don't be too hard on him, alright?"

Jared was about to reply, when he noticed Chris's eyes. They seemed to be out of focus, and his pupils were dilated to the point where Chris must have been seeing everything slightly blurrily.

“Chris, are you alright?”  He asked, concern etched on his face.

Instead of replying, Chris sort of ducked backwards and smiled widely at Jared, already starting to shut the door, “Yeah fine, look sorry, I’m kind of busy, I’ll see you soon.”

“Wait…”  Jared’s reply was cut off as Chris slammed the door in his face.  “Or not….”  He muttered under his breath, wondering what exactly Chris was hiding.
 

 
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