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Long Time Coming Chapter 8/25
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 - As always muchos gracias to my lurvely beta realscape 

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Jensen had no idea where he was going, he just needed to get away from Jared, away from whoever was watching them.  He must have run about a mile before he finally skidded to a halt, doubled over and panting.

It was only when he checked his surroundings that he realised he must have been subconsciously running in the direction of his apartment anyway, because he was currently leaning against a familiar wall nearby.

Breathing a sigh of relief, he was just starting across the road, eager for a chance to just lie down and clear his thoughts, when someone grabbed his arm.

He spun around, a question already forming on his lips, “Hey, who…”

He was, however, cut off, as the man who’d grabbed him narrowed his eyes, before turning to another man standing next to him, and saying, “This is him, right?”

Jensen should have run, he should have ripped his arm out of the guy’s grasp, and got the hell out of there, but he stood frozen, unable to move.  Waiting for the response.  And only when the guy nodded, and the first man turned back to him, did conscious thought recover itself. He tore his arm loose of the man’s grip, biting back a cry of pain, and ran.

It was too late though, and he flinched as the second man grabbed him from behind, spinning him around suddenly, and punched him hard, right on his cheek.

He swore at the sudden pain that bloomed around his eye, and blinked at the onslaught of flashing lights that decided it would be a good time to make an appearance.  Angrily, he threw his fist towards the first one that came near him. He felt the satisfying crunch of nose cartilage beneath his hand, and heard an angry curse.

Then one of them grabbed his arms, twisting them behind him, and smashing his face into the nearest wall.

“This is a warning,” One of them hissed dangerously into his ear, “Next time, you won’t get away without anything broken.”

Jensen tried to keep the tears at bay, but he could’ve sworn his arm had just popped out of its socket, and it was hurting like a freaking son-of-a-bitch and…fuck it, he just wanted to slump down and cry.

“We should get out of here,” whispered the man who wasn’t currently causing blinding pain to sear through his body. He sounded nervous, and was looking around, checking for witnesses.

“In a minute,” the other one retorted, tightening his grip on Jensen’s arm, and smashing his face against the wall again, tearing the skin of his cheeks against the rough brick.

“Who…what do you want?”  Jensen managed to choke out, between gasps of pain.

“We just work for a man who wants what’s his,” The man holding his arms said casually, shoving Jensen down so he was kneeling on the ground, before he swung his leg back and kicked him so he fell forwards onto the ground.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you,” Jensen muttered, willing his legs to work so he could fucking get up and hurt the bastards, but they were already running off, leaving him bruised and bloody, leaning back against the wall that was smeared with his blood.

~**~

Jensen woke up the next morning to the sound of his doorbell, and he groaned in pain as he sat up suddenly, forgetting about his injuries.

“Who’sere?”  He mumbled incoherently, before realising that whoever it was wouldn’t hear him.

He stumbled over to the front door, checking his reflection in the mirror in the hall, and wincing at the sight of his face.  He had a nasty bruise forming around his eye, and his cheek was grazed, red and raw, and that wasn’t even mentioning the ache in his arms and shoulders.

He peered through the peephole cautiously, fear gripping him momentarily, as he wondered if they’d come back, come to collect.  He breathed a sigh of relief when he caught sight of the shaggy hair. It was only Jared.

But then his brain caught up, and he was thinking something more along the lines of: fuck, it’s Jared, he can’t see me.

“Jensen, I can hear you breathing on the other side of the door,” Jared said, amusement lacing his tone.

Jensen just sucked it up and opened the door, bracing himself for the inevitable exclamations. He wasn’t disappointed.

“Jesus Christ!  What the fuck happened to you?”  Jared asked, concern evident in his voice; he stood on the doorstep his mouth hanging open, completely shocked at how utterly crap Jensen looked.

It wasn’t just the injuries, although those definitely added to his overall crap look, but he had massive bags under his eyes and blood was still caked under his nose.

Jared pushed his way in through the front door, past Jensen’s objections and placed his hands surprisingly gently on the sides of his face to examine his injuries more closely.  Jensen felt uncomfortable under the sharp scrutiny of his gaze and his hands felt like they were burning on his skin.

“Um…” Jensen said helpfully, trying hurriedly to think of a good enough lie, after all, he couldn’t tell Jared the truth.

“Did this happen after you left last night?  Did you get mugged, Jensen?”  Jared was steadily manoeuvring him into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. 

Jensen had to thank him, once again, for unwittingly just handing him the lie on a silver platter, “Yeah, I’m…erm…sorry I left early, but I got a call and well, see…yeah so I was on my way to…the place when these guys just jumped me.”

Jared was listening intently as he applied a wet flannel to Jensen’s face, mumbling apologies as Jensen flinched at each touch.  He couldn’t help but feel that Jensen was just lying right to his face, and his stomach constricted painfully every time Jensen paused, blatantly trying to think of something else he could say.

Jared had no idea why he was lying to him, but he wasn’t going to push him. He was going to find out what was going on, but spooking Jensen was no way to go about it.

“Right, so you’re just staying in today, alright?  No going out and partying, or whatever it is you kids get up to these days, alright?”  Jared grinned at his friend willing him with every fibre of his being to just nod, smile back, and climb into bed.

And, to his relief, Jensen did nod slowly, before saying quietly, “Thanks Jay…it…it means a lot that you’re…looking after me like this.  I know I haven’t…we haven’t…”

“I know Jen,” Jared’s heart swelled at the use of his nickname, “It’s alright.”

There was a short pause, silence, as Jared dabbed once more at some blood on Jensen’s face, but it was a comfortable one, and Jared was smiling to himself as he threw the flannel back into the sink, following Jensen into his bedroom.

“So, you’ll call me if you need anything right?”  Jared asked, wanting to make sure that this renewed closeness they had stayed.

Jensen just nodded briefly at him, glancing gratefully at him, almost shyly, and saying, “Yeah, thanks Jay.”

~**~

“Jared, are you listening to me?”  Sandy asked, exasperated at the zoned out look on her boyfriend’s face.

He looked up, startled at the intrusion to his thoughts, “What?  Sorry, yeah I am, it’s just…Jensen.”

Sandy resisted the urge to sigh, but she understood how much they meant to each other, and so she sat down next to Jared, placing her hand on top of his, lacing their fingers together.

“Look Jared, I get that you’re worried about him.  He’s your best friend, and I totally appreciate that…but don’t you think that maybe…you’re worrying a little…too much?”  She asked hesitantly, totally unsure of how Jared would respond to that.

Jared just looked confused, though and said, “No,” like it was the simplest thing in the world.

“He’s got a separate life with Chris and Steve; they do separate things,” Sandy continued, squeezing his hand reassuringly, “Whatever he’s going through, maybe it’s just more to do with that part of his existence.”

“Sandy, Jensen doesn’t have a separate life to the one he has with me, we share everything with each other.”  Jared stated simply, sounding so sure.

Sandy pressed her lips together tightly, for some reason feeling tears welling up in her eyes.  A gnawing feeling, which had been burning inside of her for some time now, grew in its’ intensity, and she swallowed, unaware of how much her hand had tightened around Jared’s, like she was unwittingly attempting to hang on to him, keep him next to her.

“Sandy, jeez, that’s some grip you’ve got there,” Jared grinned at her, love shining in his eyes.  But suddenly Sandy wasn’t so sure if that love was shining for her.

 

 
 ‘Living in a fantasy but it's way too far
But this kind of loneliness is way too hard
I've been wandering, feeling all alone
I lost my direction and I lost my home’

-          The Rolling Stones ‘Laugh, I Nearly Died’