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Remus/Sirius | All Good Things

inevitablefict — Sun, 15 Jul 2007 01:14:17 GMT

Title: All Good Things - Chapter One
Author: oops_pig
Disclaimer: I obviously do not own these characters.
Pairing: Remus Lupin/Sirius Black, More to come
Rating: PG-13 for now
Summary: AU, in which the Mauraders are at Hogwarts at the same time as Harry and his gang. Harry and James are brothers, instead of father and son. NOT a time-travel fic.
Sirius is quickly falling in love with Remus, and soon everyone realises it but Remus.
Author's Notes: Thanks to jenskyies for the beta. Any mistakes hereafter are all mine, because I'm too eager to post.

I could think of a million ways
You proved you weren't the one for me
To live inside of your shades of grey
And never mind the sunshine that I'll find

James Potter was sitting slumped down in his seat, his head resting on the window with an uncharacteristically glum look on his face. His best friend Sirius Black leaned his own face in and snapped his fingers sharply, "Oi! What's with you?" he asked cheerfully.

James just grunted in reply, without looking over, his eyes flicking quickly over the passing trees.

The boys were sitting in the farthest carriage of the Hogwarts express, being whisked away to their fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Moony," Sirius groaned, slumping down next to his other best friend, Remus, "There's something the matter with James."

"Maybe he's sick of you bugging him already". Remus didn’t even remove his head from the book it was buried in.

"That's not very nice, Remus," Sirius replied, sticking his tongue out and almost getting it into Remus' ear, "There really is something wrong."

Remus peered over at James, who was sitting opposite him and hadn't even looked over, despite the fact that his name had been mentioned more than once. He studied him with a puzzled look on his face, "You know Sirius, I think you might be right."

Sirius grinned, and jumped to his feet, crowing "Aha! Told you!". Normally he and James were bouncing off the walls during these trips, and didn't really stop for the rest of the year. In fact, Remus thought to himself, these trips were nothing to the last few days of the school year.

"What do we do?" Sirius almost sat in Remus' lap in his haste to sit down, "He won't stay like this, right?"

Remus shook his head, and went to bury it back into his book, "I'm sure he'll be fine."

Sirius pouted, and pushed his head into the book that Remus was reading, "But Moony," he whined.

Remus sighed, and placed his bookmark into the spine of his book, closing it on the tailend of his breath. Standing up, he crossed the small compartment and sat down next to James, glaring at Sirius and muttering "Don't see why I'm the one who has to fix everything." James looked over at Remus, as his friend seated himself, a blank look on his face. Sirius pushed his head over Remus' shoulder, breathing heavily in his ear.

"What's wrong, Prongs?" Sirius asked again, grinning madly.

James glared at him.

Remus, pushing Sirius' face away with the palm of his hand, fixed a look pointedly on James. "You know that we're here if you need to talk to us about anything," His friends weren't usually ones for overt displays of emotion, or talking, but sometimes Remus thought he needed to push, "That's what friends are for, and we're your friends."

"Know that," James said grumpily, turning his head back to the window.

"Well," prompted Remus, "Do you want to?"

Sirius’ smirk was threatening to take over his face, only this time he had moved to dance from foot to foot in front of them.

James sighed and let his eyes wander quickly from friend to friend, "It'll affect all of us," he told them.

Sirius, getting more and more impatient by the second, jumped when the fourth member of their group of friends, Peter, said the first words he'd said in a while, as he'd had his mouth full of Bertie Bott's All Flavour Beans. "Look," he pointed out the window spraying them all with a fine mist of what smelt like coconut flavoured beans, "We're almost there."

Sirius leaned down and pointed his finger into James' face, "Don't think we've finished this, buddy!"

Remus got up, slipped his robes on over his jeans and made sure his newly received Prefect's badge was fastened straight, before waving goodbye to his friends, after electing promises from them all to save him a seat at the feast. He ducked out of the carriage and made his way to the front to perform his beginning-of-year duties, praying to Merlin, and his mother's Muggle God that Sirius and James didn't manage to kill each other before he got back. They had taken to wrestling again, something Remus had thought they had grown out of at the end of second year, but Sirius had even attempted it with Remus at the beginning of the trip. His friend had almost bowled him over on the platform hugging him in greeting, which was rather surprising since he and Sirius didn't have the touchy-feely relationship he and James had. In fact, Remus didn't really have a touchy-feely relationship with anyone.

On his journey to the front of the train, Remus popped his head into the many compartments in the carriages of the train. He loved his new badge, and was going to take his responsibilities as serious as possible, and he had vowed, as soon as he opened the envelope, that that would include keeping his friends in line as best he could.

As he walked into the third carriage from the front, he found Lily Evans, fellow Gryffindor and a prefect also, standing in the door of a compartment that had a lot of hollering coming out of it. Remus stuck his head around the door and grinned at what he saw. He could have been staring at his own friends (when James wasn't sulking, of course). Hermione Granger had her head stuck in a book and was pointedly ignoring all her friends, her bushy brown hair all that was visible from behind the pages. Ron Weasley had his head stuck under the seat with a pale, nervous looking boy whom Remus didn't know dancing beside him, twitching his hands together. A boy who looked exactly like James, apart from not having lost the childlike look to his face, was sitting in the corner, smirking at the goings on around him. Lily had her hands on her hips and was glaring into the room.

"What's going on, Lils?" he asked quietly, so as not to startle her, in case she didn't know he was behind her.

She turned around and gave him a teeny smile, "This boy seems to have lost his toad."

The nervous looking boy that Remus didn't know was hopping from foot to foot now and turned to give them a sad stare, "I can't have lost Trevor! Granny'll kill me!"

Remus sighed. The train was starting to slow as Remus dropped to his knees and peered under the seat too, muttering 'Lumos' and lighting the tip of his wand. Trevor stared out at them from the very back corner, and Ron Weasley squirmed right under and yelled a very muffled, "Gotcha!"

Remus stood up, brushed off his robes and grinned at Lily, "All fixed!"

*~*~*~*~*

Remus propelled himself back onto his bed after two hours of dealing with first-years, only to land on something hard and boney and awfully human-like. As he sat up, Sirius' grinning head popped up from under his covers. Remus sighed, and moved over so that Sirius could get out of his bed, "I'm not even going to bother asking why you were under there," Remus told him.

Sirius pouted a little and shook his hair out of his eyes, "I was waiting for you! James is still sulking, and Peter and I can't snap him out of it!"

Remus looked over at James' bed. The curtains were drawn over the bed, hiding James from view. He stood up creakily, feeling older than he was, considering it was less than two weeks until the next full moon, and made his way over to his friend’s bed, Peter and Sirius, both following on his heels. "James," he called cautiously.

"Fuck off," they heard, muffled and far-away, almost as if he had his head stuffed under a pillow.

Sirius let out a loud huff of air, and turned and stalked back to sit on the edge of Remus' bed.

Remus pulled the curtain apart and glared at James. "What is your problem?" he exploded, "You have no right to sulk like this, unless you want to tell us what is going on!" Remus didn't often get angry, but when he did he got really angry. Usually it was at Sirius, but sometimes the others caught a flicker of his rage.

James pulled away the pillow, which had been hiding his head. He emerged with his hair more tousled than usual, and Remus wanted very much to laugh at him. He had an extremely sullen look on his face, the same he had had all through dinner. Everyone thought he would have snapped out of it by now, but whatever was bugging him was bugging him a lot.

Peter reached over and poked him in the side, hard but not unkindly, asking "What's wrong James?".

James sighed, "S'my brother.".

"Something's wrong with Harry?" Sirius asked, getting back up and pacing the room quickly to sit next to (practically on) James.

James shook his head and batted Sirius away., "Nothing is wrong with him. Nothing except my mother wasn't impressed by the amount of times he got called into Dumbledore's office last year. She said it was all my fault and that I'm not to be a bad influence this year. So no more pranking and no more detentions. I have to be good!" He threw himself back onto the bed at this point, just as Sirius cracked up laughing.

James shot him a look that would have killed him, had it been possible. Sirius fell back onto the bed next to James and announced, "S'all right. We'll just blame it on the Weasley twins. We'll keep out of mischief all year that way!"

Remus rolled his eyes and walked away, back to his bed, where he began pulling pajamas out of his trunk and removing his robes, "How about the two of you just don't do anything that will get you into trouble?" he asked, knowing that the two of them would immediately dismiss that idea, thus making his life no better than usual. As Remus slipped into his Sirius-mussed covers, he was bowled over by two lanky, dark-haired friends. Landing skewed on his back with an 'oof' he gasped, trying to get air into his now-burning and oxygen deprived lungs.

*~*~*~*~*

Sirius Black could easily say that the thing he loved the most about Remus was his smile. He supposed it was because his friend was so serious, and the infrequent times he did smile it was a little like the sun coming out from behind clouds. It shot straight out to the sides of his face, horizontally, as opposed to stretching the face upwards like most people. Remus' face made a perfect circle when he smiled, and lit up those hazel eyes that had Sirius so entranced.

There was something special about Remus, something that drew Sirius to him. They were supposed to be mates, but there was a world of difference between his and Remus' relationship and the one he had with James. And that was different again from what he had with Peter.

Sirius loved girls. He did. He could categorically say that girls were the best thing on the face of the earth. He loved breasts, and thighs, and hips and soft, soft lily-white skin. But, no matter how much he tried, he couldn't find what he was looking for. He was having a lot of fun looking, of course, but there was something missing from everything he chased. And everything he got. He wanted (although he'd sooner hex you green before admitting to it) what James had. Well, okay, not exactly what James had. What James wanted. His best friend had been nothing but single-mindedly ruthless in his pursuit of Lily Evans since she was partnered with him halfway through first year. Okay, so she hated him, but one thing Sirius knew about James was when he wanted something he didn't stop until he'd gotten it. For example, and this was a good one, when they'd found out that Remus was a werewolf (Sirius can't believe people don't realize. Once you know, its pretty obvious!), James wanted to do something to help him, so they could be there for their friend when he went through the unimaginable pain once a month. It had taken over a year for anyone to think of anything, and when they finally did, no one thought it would be possible. But they had done it. They had managed to turn themselves into animagus.

They hadn't told him, and Sirius knew that they were going to have to soon. Remus was starting to get slightly suspicious, and it was lucky that he and James had had so much time to practice together over the holidays. Peter had gotten it surprisingly fast; they'd all thought he was hopeless at transfiguration, but he'd picked it up much more quickly than Sirius, and even James who was the best in class. Sirius thought that Peter's problem was that he was too scared of McGonnagal. Sirius' problem was probably that he wasn't scared enough of her. He and James had practiced and practiced and they finally had it, just in time for the beginning of the new term. Sirius was incredibly proud of his animagus form, and he hoped Remus wasn't going to be too mad at them for doing what they had done. If he was Remus he would have been happy rather than angry, but one could never tell with him sometimes.

The seediest thing Sirius had ever done was probably the time he had that threesome. Okay, yes, so he was only fifteen and if he actually told someone they probably wouldn't have believed him, but it was true. That was why he'd never tell anyone, not ever. Especially not about the fact that it was not two girls he had the threesome with (although if he ever did tell anyone, that's what he'd tell them). He was at one of the Black familiy’s infamous parties over the summer; as much as he tried to miss them, sometimes it didn't work. Besides, they kind of intrigued him, the appalling things the wealthy did when they were together. He hated most of them. But sometimes there were people that he had no idea why they had come, as it was obvious they had no place there.

He also thought it was funny what money did to women. That, he assumed at the time, is why the girl was there. She was with Lucius Malfoy. Sirius vaguely remembered him from first year. His mother had wanted the two of them to be best friends, for Lucius to be his mentor, someone for him to look up to. And then he ruined all her plans by being placed in Gryffindor.

The girl ended up talking to another guy who didn't really look like he belonged, like seeking like, and that was how Sirius approached the two of them. Told them his wing was a much cooler place to be, seeming much older than his fifteen years. And it kind of progressed from there. Sirius still isn't sure how, but he thinks the two bottles of fire-whisky he consumed might have had something to do with it.

The thing is (and this is the part he finds hard to admit, even to himself) is that as much as he enjoyed getting to fuck a girl all night - he always enjoys that - the part he enjoyed the most about the whole thing was the guy, whose name he never even found out. He loved the hardness under his fingertips, the way he gripped Sirius' hips as he thrust into his hand, the way a cock feels completely different under your hands when its not your own, and especially how powerful you feel when you know better than any girl how another male likes to be touched. That is why he can never tell his friends. Not about that.

Truth was, all the girls he could get wouldn't fix the fact that Sirius, although he'd never admit it to anyone in the world, ever, was a little bit in love with his friend Remus. He wasn't gay, of course not. He just thought that sometimes he might have enjoyed the feel of Remus' rough, scarred face between his hands and under his lips. That was all. Girls weren't rough enough, that was it. And he could talk to Remus. That was important, or so the many girls in his life told him. He could never think of a word to say to any of them besides 'want a shag?', but he could talk to Remus for hours. Also, he liked taking care of Remus when he was sick - bringing him food, and collecting his homework. It didn't make him gay though. Not at all. The only cock he loved was his. Girls were his thing.

He was almost sure of it.

*~*~*~*~*

Remus got tackled outside the potions dungeon on the second day of classes, a giant mass of limbs and dark hair. He seriously thought that Sirius got more and more boisterous every single year. It was almost like having a giant puppy around, sometimes. James stood behind him, looking stately and almost regal, and Peter was just visible from behind James, poking his nose around his friends side.

Sirius wrapped his arms around Remus' neck and hugged him from behind, "Moony, we have a present for you."

Remus frowned, looking at his three friends, "A present? It's not my birthday, though."

James grinned, "It's a first-moon-back-at-school present."

Remus' frown deepened, "It's two weeks away."

Sirius shrugged and breathed heavily down the back of Remus' robes where he was still clinging to his friend, "We figure it might take that long for you to stop being mad at us."

"Mad at you?" Remus narrowed his eyes, twisting to see Sirius better.

Sirius let go and slung his arm around James' neck. James grinned down at Remus, "Absolutely. You're always mad at us Remus. It's your way of telling us how much you love us!"

Remus rolled his eyes, "Yes, that's it James. Every time I give you a detention, it’s because I love you."

Peter laughed from behind James, "You haven't given us a detention."

"Not yet," Remus replied darkly, "Sounds like I'm about to though."

Sirius slapped him on the back as Professor Slughorn limped around the corner and winked at Remus . He had no idea why; the man hated him. Mostly because he was absolutely hopeless at potions. And that was on a good day. Lily had tried to explain the theory to him one night in the common room, but had ended up fed up with James sending her sappy looks and Sirius flicking balls of rolled up paper at her with his wand. He was going to fail his O.W.L. no matter what he did anyway, so what did it matter?

"So when do I get my present?" Remus asked as they filed into the classroom.

Sirius shot a glance at James and shrugged, "Tonight?" he asked, "We can use that room on the fourth floor, by the statue of Helga the Horrific." He was speaking over Remus' head to James, who Remus caught nodding out of the corner of his eye.

They all took their seats at the usual desks, and Sirius turned to James, "Did you see that girl your brother was sitting with at breakfast? Indian chick with the really long hair? What a fox!"

James grinned, and Remus turned away as the talk once again turned to girls. That was one thing he and his friends didn't have in common. Remus just didn't understand it. He was fifteen, and he knew that girls were supposed to be constantly on his mind, but truth be told he just couldn't muster up the enthusiasm for it. Maybe that meant there was something wrong with him; Sirius sure loved to torture him mercilessly for it, but he just didn't mind.

He tuned back into the conversation just to hear Sirius exclaim, "Fucking ace arse!" and he rolled his eyes.

Actually, if Remus thought about it, he really didn't have that much in common with his friends. Sometimes it was a wonder they even hung out at all.

*~*~*~*~*

Harry was sitting in Sirius' seat next to James at the table in the Great Hall at lunchtime. James had a murderous look on his face, and Remus was incredibly scared that James was going to blow. Somehow, Harry always seemed to get on James' nerves. Sirius liked him; said the kid reminded him of how he was when he was twelve. Remus didn't like that at all. Sirius had always, and would always be a trouble child. At twelve, Sirius had been an absolute terror. It was never a good sign that Sirius thought someone was going to be like him. That meant the whole school was in for trouble.

Remus had started Hogwarts knowing he was going to be completely different to the other kids. He'd never had friends when he attended the local Comprehensive school, and he hadn't expected to have any when he started Hogwarts. And then he'd been placed in a bedroom with three other boys his own age, who had seemed to thrive on being different. Except maybe Peter, but he seemed perfectly happy being a hang-around kid. Sirius prided himself on being different. He'd grown up in a family he hated, being something he didn't want to be, and even though he swore black and blue his mother was going to disown him the night they'd all met, he hadn't really seemed to mind. He was perfectly happy being different to what was expected of him, and Remus supposed that was why they had become friends as quickly as they had. It also could have been Sirius jumping into his bed the very first night of school and talking to him about anything and everything until three o'clock in the morning. It had been somewhat of a tradition since, for Sirius to spend the night with Remus whenever he had a problem, or when he couldn't sleep. It had been two nights and so far it hadn't happened yet this year.

Remus wondered what their surprise was. Last time Sirius had planned a surprise, James had ended up with a nasty rash in a very unfortunate place, and Peter hadn't stopped laughing for two hours. So it was fair enough that when Sirius Black uttered Remus and Surprise in the same sentence, Remus got scared. He was probably reflecting on it too much, but still. His friends were slightly scary sometimes.

Remus' attention was caught by raised voices on the other side of the table. Sirius was leaning on the back of James' chair, smirking down at Harry, whose face was gradually turning redder.

"It wasn't my fault," he was exclaiming fervently.

James scowled, and pushed his glasses up higher on his nose, "That's exactly what mum's going to say. And you know what the next words out of her mouth will be? 'It was all your fault, James!'"

"But, seriously, it wasn't my fault!" Harry insisted, "Malfoy set us up. I told Dumbledore that!"

Sirius rolled his eyes, "You know, if you're going to blame someone else, at least do it properly."

"But I'm not lying," Harry insisted, looking up at Sirius.

Ron, who was listening to the conversation from beside Remus, as if he was watching a tennis match, said through a mouthful of carrots, "He's not lying, Black. Malfoy really did set us up."

James crossed his arms over his chest, "Well, if Dumbledore won't believe you, then neither will mum. And you've still got detention. So it'll still all come back to me."

"Howler tomorrow, old boy," Sirius slapped James on the back and grabbed a sausage off his plate, "Too bad." He winked at Remus as he turned to leave, "See ya tonight, Moony. Don't be late!"

Lily looked at Remus from over her newspaper, "What's happening tonight, Remus?" she asked, "What is Sirius talking about? I don't want to know, do I?"

"I don't even know," he told her, "Something about a surprise for me."

James pushed away from the table and grinned, tousling his hair with his fingers, "Don't be late."

Remus rolled his eyes, and turned to Harry, "What did you do to get detention anyway?"

"Someone let off some dungbombs in the second floor girls’ bathroom," Ron said miserably, "And McGonagall caught us coming out of there yesterday, and assumed it was us."

Lily narrowed her eyes, "What were you doing in the girls’ bathroom, anyway? And a haunted bathroom at that!"

"It was Hermione's idea!" Harry said, "We needed some peace and she suggested there."

"Peace for what?" Remus asked.

Ron's eyes looked at Harry guiltily, "Just to get away from stupid first years, s'all."

Lily harumphed and got up in a sweep of bright red hair, "Honestly don't see what James sees in her," Harry muttered under his breath, as Remus stood up after her.

Meeting Lily in the hallway, Remus pulled her aside and whispered into her hair, "Someone needs to check out what those boys are doing in there."

She nodded, smiled at him, and departed for her next lesson of the day.

Peter spotted him down the hall, where he was standing in line for class and bellowed, "Moony! Don't be late!"

Drowning - Epilogue

inevitablefict — Wed, 21 Feb 2007 13:45:13 GMT

Title: Epilogue
Author: oops_pig
Disclaimer: None of this is real ....
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/ Kristen Bell
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When Jensen gets shipped off to a catholic high school he meets the girl of his dreams. But life isn't all sunshine and roses.
Author's Notes: Epilogue baby! About ten years in the future, and life is how we now know it.

Previous Chapters

He picks up his phone and then puts it down again, staring at the clock. It's twelve to two and he's really not sure if he should make the call he wants to. Depending on her day she'll either be fast asleep, as soon as her head hit the pillow, or she won't even be home yet. He doesn't want to wake her if she's been filming all day, but neither does he want to miss the chance to talk to her.

He picks up the phone and dials with a sigh. Lord knows when he'll get another chance to talk to her. He was told yesterday that he'll be working all kinds of fucked up hours.

She answers on the second ring, slightly out of breath, but a smile in her voice, "Jenby!" she exclaims, "I just walked in the door."

"Good," he smiles into the phone, "I didn't wake you."

"Nope," she giggles, "Although god do I want my bed!"

"I want your bed too," he tells her low.

"God, Jen, when are you back next?"

"Two more weeks and then we're on hiatus," he tells her, "An' I'm not leavin' your house for a week. Hell, we're not puttin' clothes on for a week."

She giggles again, and yawns.

"Go to bed baby. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

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She's standing at the front of a crowd of people when he gets off the plane and the grin on his face grows huge. When he reaches her he drops his bag and lifts her up into his arms, his fingers tangling in her hair (which has gotten longer in the three months since he's seen her) and he kisses her hard. She's practically squealing under her lips and he's smiling while he kisses her.

When he lets her go, he steps back to take a look at her, "Babe, you look fantastic," he tells her, weaving his fingers through hers and picking up his bag, "Can't wait to see you naked again."

She giggles, "Is that all you think about?"

"When I haven't seen my wife in three months, yes it is." He tells her, "I'm horny as fuck, and all I want is you."

She laughs, her eyes sparkling and he squeezes her hand lightly.

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On the red carpet three days later he can't stop grinning. Kristen looks amazing in something white and short and slightly see-through and he's thinking about when the earliest he can get it off her is. He can't believe they've been together ten years and he still wants her as much as he does right at this moment. They both have wonderful jobs on popular television shows, and he can't believe what a long way they've come since high school. He's in love with her just as much as he was that day when she introduced herself in drama class.

He can feel the memories welling up on him, as they do when he's been away from her for too long, and he stops her right in front of the cameras, whips her around and kisses her. He doesn't care that they're all watching or that it'll be splashed all over the internet the next day. He wants her now, so he's going to have her now, damn it.

She smiles at him when he lets her go, and shakes her head laughing at him. He smiles back, and kisses her cheek, waving at the cameras and thinks about how much he loves his life.

Drowning - Chapter Eleven

inevitablefict — Wed, 21 Feb 2007 06:23:46 GMT

Title: Chapter Eleven
Author: oops_pig
Disclaimer: None of this is real ....
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/ Kristen Bell
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When Jensen gets shipped off to a catholic high school he meets the girl of his dreams. But life isn't all sunshine and roses.
Author's Notes: Final chapter. If you beg me hard enough there may be an epilogue later.

Previous Chapters

The after-party is at Percy's. It's supposed to be cast and crew only but somehow almost the whole school shows up. Jason's sitting on the sofa nursing a beer when they arrive, which Jensen finds slightly surprising because he knows the guy never turned up to the performance. He's joking round with a couple of jocks, guys Jen knows from the football team, and Kristen is nowhere that he can see.

Mike's set him up with a junior, Sophia, who's incredibly good looking but seriously dumb. She also seems to be fixated on Chad Michael Murray, which is slightly scary. She's already listed all his merits on the ride over and told Jen she can't think of a bad thing about him. Jensen's already had enough contact with the guy to know he's a complete loser. He's not going to tell her that, though. If Sophia wants Murray, she can have him.

Mike's brought Alexis again and at some point during the party after he's lost Sophia he finds himself standing next to her. She's leaning against a wall, her hands wrapped around a can of Coke and she smiles at him when he comes to stand next to her.

"Hey," he says, his eyes seeking out Kristen automatically.

"Hey," she says, her eyes following his, "You like her, huh?"

"What?" he looks at Alexis, confused, "Who?"

"Kristen Bell." she says matter-of-factly, "You like her. Everyone knows. Hell, she knows!"

He shakes his head and grins at her, "No idea what you're talkin' about."

"See," she tells him, "My mom is friends with this guy, Scott, who's always been in our life for as long as I can remember. My mom has dated about a million guys, cos my dad has never been around, but Scott's always been there. And he's totally in love with her. Everyone can tell. Even she knows, but she just ignores it completely. And the thing is, he said that the biggest mistake he ever made was not telling her he was in love with her. And I wish she was dating him instead of Mike Rosenbaum's father."

"Your mom is datin' Mike's dad?"

She nods, "Unfortunately. That's why he's always dragging me everywhere. I'd rather be at home reading a book."

He laughs and watches Kristen walk out of the room into the kitchen. Alexis lays a hand on his arm and smiles at him, "Go after her. The worst that'll happen is she'll turn you down."

He pats her on the arm and grins down at her, "You should talk more. You're pretty interestin'."

"Thanks," she punches him gently on the arm, "Now go get her."

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Jensen finds Kristen sitting on the back steps nursing a red plastic cup full of what he can only assume is something alcoholic.

He makes his way down three creaking steps to sit next to her and puts one hand on her shoulder. The weather has turned and it's freezing out, "You aren't cold out here, are you?" he asks, putting his head next to hers.

She shakes her hair from her face in answer, "No, I'm pretty good. Used to this."

He nods, "Course you are. What're you doin' out here by yourself anyhow?"

She grins and looks down into her glass, "I got kind of sick of people telling me how great I was."

"So, you'd leave if I told you how great you were, huh?"

She laughs and looks over at him, "I think I could deal with it if it was coming from you."

"You were great," he tells her softly, "Wonderful. Perfect."

Piercing blue eyes meet his green ones, "I'll get a big head if you keep saying things like that."

"S'all true," he says softly, leaning towards her. She's sitting awfully close to him and he swears if he leaned in half an inch his lips would brush hers. He hopes she can't hear his heart beating in his chest.

"Why have you been avoiding me?" she asks, so softly he almost doesn't catch it.

"Haven't been avoidin' you," he answers, "Jus' couldn't face havin' to talk to you with Jason standin' next to you."

"You don't like him." it's more a statement than a question.

He shakes his head and places his hand on her wrist, "He's fine. Jus' don't think he deserves you."

She smiles a little, "Who does deserve me?" she asks, intent written all over her face.

"I do," he says, leaning in that half an inch. She meets him mid-way and his lips are on hers for half a second before he hears her name behind him and she's pulling away.

He turns around without getting up to find himself staring up at Jason. Kristen leaps up and jumps up the stairs towards him. Jason is swaying precariously and slurring his words, "Wha's goin' on?" he asks.

"Nothing," she tells him, words soothing, "We were just talking. Jason, that's Jensen, my next-doro neighbor. I told you about him."

"Ah," he slurs as Jensen stands up, "Heard all 'bout you. You hittin' on my girlfriend. Can't have her though, she mine."

"I wasn't hittin' on her," he holds his hands in surrender as he makes his way up the stairs, "We were jus' talkin'."

"Think you're so big with your stoopid accen'" Jason slurs, pitching forward towards Jensen as he makes his way to the top step. As Jensen makes his way to the back door, Jason reaches out and pushes Jensen backwards. He's strong, even drunk, and Jensen has to catch himself on the banister of the stairs to stop himself tumbling down.

"I don't want any trouble man," he says, hands back up in surrender position.

"No," Jason comes towards him, "No trouble, jus' m girlfrien'."

"Kristen is a great girl Jason, but she's your girl. I'd never step on anyone's toes, ever."

He's not expecting the punch so before he knows it there's a fist in his jaw. This time he does fall down the stairs backwards, knocking his spine on the wood. He lays on the cool grass holding his head and groaning, still for a moment before he's ready to stand up. He can hear a dull buzzing as his hands steady himself on the banister, knuckles white with his grip. Kristen is yelling at Jason, small body pushed into his. He can't hear individual words, but judging by her body language through the cotton wool that is his head, he can tell she's pissed.

He passes in and out of consciousness, and the next time he's coherent she's kneeling beside him, cool hands on his flushed face. He smiles at her, and that's the last thing he remembers.

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He wakes up in his own bed with his sister sitting beside him reading a copy of Seventeen magazine. He sits up groggily and tries to move his jaw. He feels stiff and bruised, and he swears he's not going to be able to walk for a while. He's dressed in sweatpants and nothing more, and his sister is blinking at him as he sits himself up.

"Mom's groundin' you for fightin'," she tells him.

"Didn't even get a punch in," he grunts.

"That's what Kristen and Jared told her. She's pissed Jenby."

"Great," he groans as she hands him a glass of juice with a straw in it.

"You broke 'em up, you know." Mackenzie tells him.

"Who?" he closes his eyes and leans back on the pillow Mac's propped up for him.

"Jason and I," he hears, and his eyes snap open. Kristen's standing in his doorway, clutching her coat around her. He tries to get up and, realizing it's not going to work, gestures her in with his hand. Mackenzie gets up off his bed, leaving her magazine, and practically runs out of the room.

Kristen walks in and sits tentatively on the side of the bed, clutching the blanket in her hands. He smiles at her, and then grimaces as his jaw screams at him.

"Ya'll broke up, huh?" he says softly, slowly.

She nods and he hopes to God and whoever else is listening that she doesn't cry. She looks up at him and her eyes are bright, but he doesn't think its with tears, "I yelled at him for hitting you, told him you were a better person than he was and he stormed off. I ran after him, told him it was over and that I was in love with you."

His eyes widen and if his jaw didn't hurt so much he'd smile again, "In love with me?"

She nods again, "Yes. At least I think so. It certainly feels like it. I like you more than I've ever liked Jason, and I thought I was in love with him."

He leans over and takes her hand in his, "Sounds pretty much like love to me."

"Sorry to spring it on you like that."

He shakes his head, "I did kiss you last night, so I'm pretty sure that I'm interested." She smiles and looks down. He tugs lightly on her hand and she looks up, "I'd kiss you again but 'm findin' it kinda hard to move. You want to come up here?"

She laughs a little and leans forward towards him, kissing his bottom lip very gently so as not to hurt him. He weaves his hand into her hair and pulls her closer. She leans one hand on his bare chest so she doesn't fall forward and he feels shivers through his whole body. He kisses her hungrily, pulling her forward. She wraps both hands round his neck and he can breath her in.

He's never going to let her go.

Drowning - Chapter Ten

inevitablefict — Mon, 19 Feb 2007 12:40:51 GMT

Title: Chapter Ten
Author: oops_pig
Disclaimer: None of this is real ....
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/ Kristen Bell
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When Jensen gets shipped off to a catholic high school he meets the girl of his dreams. But life isn't all sunshine and roses.
Author's Notes: Short chapter. Sorry guys. More tomorrow.

Previous Chapters

"He's not here," Jensen can hear her whisper to Sandy as they're standing in the wings, "He said he was going to be here and he's not." He can hear the stress in her voice and he wants to put his arms around her and make it all better.

He can hear Sandy say "He'll be here. Maybe traffic was bad or he was running late. He'll be here, I promise."

Then the curtains are lifting and she's running on stage with a toy dog in her arms, looking behind her instead of in front, panic written all over her face. She's a good actress to go from worrying about her missing boyfriend to being so completely in character.

He's wandering on stage a few moments later wheeling a wooden wagon with Chris and Percy, the two guys who are playing the Tin-man and the Lion. Chris puts the wagon down on his finger and he jumps up with a comical shout, getting a laugh from the audience, "Right on my finger!"

"It's a lucky thing it wasn't your head," Percy as Zeke tells him.

Kristen touches Percy on the arm, "Zeke, what am I going to do about Miss Gulch? Just because Toto chases her old cat ..."

"Listen honey, I got to get them hogs in," Percy and Chris wander just off stage, heads together.

"Now lookit Dorothy," Jensen slings an arm around her and walks her to the front of the stage, "You ain't using your head about Miss Gulch. Think you didn't have any brains at all!"

"I have so got brains," she sounds so indignant.

"Well why don't you use them?" He spins her around so she's looking at him instead of the audience, "When you come home, don't go by Miss Gulch's place. Then Toto won't get in her garden, and you won't get in no trouble. See?"

"Oh Hunk, you just won't listen is all!" she sighs, and she's doing a pretty good version of his accent. All the time they spent practicing has paid off.

"Well you're head ain't made of straw you know!" he laughs and waves her off, as he turns back to the wagon and Chris wanders back onto the other side of the stage.

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The next time he's on stage he's wearing his itchy straw and is stuck up on a pole by a nail. It's not the most comfortable position to be in, but Kristen wanders onto the stage pretty quickly. She's doing a wonderful job of being lost; doing a wonderful job completely. She looks down at the dog in her arms and asks, "Now which way do we go?"

Jensen points off stage-right and says, "That way is very nice,"

She looks around, "Who said that?" Spotting him, she wanders closer and looks down at the dog, who has omitted a small bark, "Don't be silly Toto. Scarecrows can't talk."

"It's pleasent down that way too," he continues, interrupting her almost mid sentence and pointing his arm the other way.

She looks down at the dog again, "That's funny. Wasn't he pointing the other way?"

"Of course," he flicks his arms round so they're both pointing straight out, crossed over his body, "People do go both ways."

She creeps towards him, "Why you did say something, didn't you?"

Jensen grins, shakes his head, and then nods in quick procession.

"Are you doing that on purpose, or can't you make up your mind?" she creeps closer to where he is standing.

"That's the trouble," he tells her earnestly, "I can't make up my mind. I haven't got a brain, only straw." He says this sadly, head drooping.

"How can you talk if you haven't got a brain?"

"I don't know," he cocks his head to the side in thought, "But a lot of people who haven't got brains do an awful lot of taking, don't they?"

"Yes," she nods and steps forward, "I guess they do. We haven't really met, have we?"

"Why no," he says, "I don't believe we have."

"How do you do?"

"How do you do?" he repeats, copying her infliction.

"Very well thank you," she nods towards him.

"Oh, I'm not feeling very well at all," Jensen says sadly, "You see, it's very tedious being stuck up here all day long with a pole up your back."

"Oh dear," Kristen brings her hands up to her mouth, "That must be very uncomfortable. Can't you get down?"

She helps him off the pole and he smiles at her. They recite lines about crows and scaring and if the Scarecrow had a brain and then he's singing: I could

while away the hours,
Conferrin' with the flowers,
Consultin' with the rain.
And my head I'd be scratchin'
While my thoughts were busy hatchin'
If I only had a brain.
I'd unravel every riddle
For any individ'le
In trouble or in pain.

Then she's singing with him and smiling and he's smiling harder than he has in weeks.

Drowning - Chapter Nine

inevitablefict — Sat, 17 Feb 2007 14:16:37 GMT

Title: Chapter Nine
Author: oops_pig
Disclaimer: None of this is real ....
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/ Kristen Bell
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When Jensen gets shipped off to a catholic high school he meets the girl of his dreams. But life isn't all sunshine and roses.
Author's Notes: Jensen's thoughts on everything. Written to very melencoly music.

Previous Chapters

She's talking to him for the first time in over two weeks. Not just talking to him, but running up to him and wrapping her arms around his neck and squealing in his ear. Which he's not too happy about because his eardrums feel like they're about to shatter, but at least its contact.

He knows why she's jumping up and down on him. It'd be the first happy news she's had in a while. The cast list for The Wizard of Oz has been posted and she got Dorothy. Not that anyone else was expecting otherwise. And then there was the little point of him getting the part of the Scarecrow. He was never expecting that in a million years. The new kid and not that great, but there you have it. He gets to stuff himself full of straw and dance around like a maniac. It should be fun.

From what he's heard from Jared Jason is back in town permanently. Mike said, seriously for once, that his father just suddenly dropped dead. Heart attack. It's sad, but Jensen can't help but want Jason to leave.

He's been moping. He knows it's incredibly lame; he barely even knows the girl, but like his Momma says. Sometimes you just know. His Momma has been telling them their whole life that she knew she was going to spend the rest of her life with their father as soon as she laid eyes on him. And now Jensen knows what she's been talking about all those years.

So he must admit he's pretty excited when her arms are around his neck and he's finally breathing in her smell of sunshine and vanilla sugar again. He still can't get over how right it felt waking up beside her after Mike's party, and how (almost)please his mother had looked when they'd crept downstairs. She'd never liked his last girlfriend Joanna, but she seems to like Kristen. She likes Kris' mother too, so he reckons that's probably some of the reason. Good breeding. She's very Texas in that mentality.

He's standing by the notice-board in the main corridor when she attacks him, and he can hear Mike's cackle over her breath in his ear. There's a fairly major background buzz as the classes change around them, but he swears he can hear her whisper, "I wish he was you," in his ear just before she lets go and slips through the crowd of people.

Two Months Later

Jensen's standing with about six girls around him. He'd pretty much happy with this scenario if they weren't all ogling him to make sure his costume was perfect. With three weeks till curtain-up everyone's completely stressed. Every time he sees Kris (which is quite often considering they're in almost every scene together) she's almost tearing her hair out. They've gotten to the point where they're all spending every waking hour with each other. Whenever he sees Jared the guy complains about how Jen sees more of Sandy than he does. It's unfortunate that it's true - Sandy's playing the Wicked Witch of the West so she's in quite a few scenes.

To be honest he's almost dressed in the same clothing he wears often. Ripped jeans, a plaid shirt. The braces he doesn't often do, but he kind of likes them. The problem is, they can't get the straw to stay in. Which he kind of thought was the whole point, but apparently he can't lose too much. Eric's determined he looks fat and stuffed, unevenly. He supposes he's not the biggest guy in the world, but really, it's getting beyond ridiculous.

Kristen is the cutest thing he's ever seen. She's been wandering around in a blue plaid dress and her hair in tails for the last week and every time Jensen sees her, he has to admit, it makes him hard. He never thought he'd have a little-girl fetish or whatever you want to call it, but he's really not sure how three hours on a stage with her is going to be. He should be very grateful for all the stuffing, he supposes.

He's also met Jason a grand total of six times. All with other people around them, and he seems like a very nice guy. Troubled, which goes without saying, he thinks, but a fairly nice guy. Jensen just can't help but think about what Kristen whispered in his ear the day casting went up. She's not mentioned it since, and he never would, but it's hanging in the air around them, almost like the elephant no one is willing to talk about. No one wants to talk about. He certainly thinks about it all the time, talks to his mother about it all the time. He doesn't get why she'd just say that and then leave it, nothing more done. His Mamma thinks she's in love with Jensen, but is too nice a person to give up Jason because of what he's going through. Jensen thinks she's just saying that to make him feel a little better about things.

He's really thrown himself into the musical though. To get his mind off the fact that the girl of his dreams is seemingly happy with another guy. Because that's the thing. When she is with him she is like any other high school girl in love with a boy.

That's what hurts the most.

Drowning - Chapter Eight

inevitablefict — Thu, 15 Feb 2007 11:43:48 GMT

Title: Chapter Eight
Author: oops_pig
Disclaimer: None of this is real ....
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/ Kristen Bell
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When Jensen gets shipped off to a catholic high school he meets the girl of his dreams. But life isn't all sunshine and roses.
Author's Notes: Short chapter. Sorry guys. More tomorrow.

Previous Chapters

He wakes up the next morning with a warm, soft body next to him. In the immediate moment after his eyes open he figures it's Mackenzie. She's had a tendency to crawl into his bed since she was little and curl up next to him.

He pulls the body towards him and his mind registers that the body is too big and smells strange. Great but strange. Sunshine and vanilla sugar.

He opens his eyes and rolls onto his side. His mind has caught up and he's remembering the night before.

By the time they left the party Jensen's pretty sure he was the only sober one there. Mike had started up the tequila shots again around eleven and they'd ended up doing body shots off each other. Jensen doesn't think he's ever been to a high school party like that before. All they had in Texas was a keg full of illegal beer and a couple of guitars.

Kristen rolls over and throws her arm around his waist, burying her head under his arm. She looks incredibly comfortable, her hair spread out behind her on his pillow.

He's not quite sure what his reasoning behind her being in in his bed is, beside the fact that he's obviously crazy. She was incredibly drunk and in all honesty he didn't want to just dump her at her house.

He's laying on top of his bedcovers in just his jeans which, he must admit, is horribly uncomfortable. Kristen is still dressed in her clothes from the night before.

He thinks he might like to stay like this forever.

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He wakes her up with coffee and Advil after explaining to his mother and Mac why he has his next-door neighbor in his bed. He gives her the Advil and wraps his own hands around a mug while perched on the end of his bed.

She smiles at him kind of sheepishly and burrows her head under his covers. He's not going to wash his sheets for a while.

When she appears groaning and grinning and holding her head he can't help but laugh at her, "Big night last night?" he asks.

She blushes and he laughs again, "I'm so sorry. I can't even remember getting here. I barely know you and I'm asleep in your bed."

He waves her off, "Don't worry about it, really. You want to go out and get some breakfast?"

She nods and looks down at herself, "Should I go home and get changed first?" she asks.

He shakes his head and, getting up, gets her his U of T sweatshirt from a drawer. Throwing it to her, he turns towards the door, "I'll meet you downstairs. Bathroom's two doors down to the left."

She nods and smiles at him, "Thank you very much Jensen."

He can feel his eyes crinkle, "Call me Jen."

--------

When he gets home from the next lot of tryouts Monday after school there's a strange car out the front of Kristen's house. As he grabs his stuff and locks his car he looks towards her house. She's sitting on her porch with a blonde guy he's never seen before. She has her arms wrapped around her and she looks like she's about to curl into her sweatshirt. His sweatshirt. The guy looks as though he's been crying.

Jensen turns and goes into the house, and feels his heart shatter slowly.

Drowning - Chapter Seven

inevitablefict — Wed, 14 Feb 2007 13:41:34 GMT

Title: Drowning - Chapter Seven
Author: GOD! AKA oops_pig
Disclaimer: None of this is real ....
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/ Kristen Bell
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When Jensen gets shipped off to a catholic high school he meets the girl of his dreams. But life isn't all sunshine and roses.
Author's Notes: This is to make up for the last series in which they were broken. This will end up schmoopy and fluffy. For captainfla again, who'll have a hernia when she sees this. Loosely based on anella's.

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six

Mike slams Jensen on the back and the bite of cookie in his mouth hurtles itself down his throat. Jared claps him on the back, one hand spanning both his shoulder-blades, and Mike just grins.

"So she's definitely coming, huh?" Tom asks.

Jensen nods, the cookie cleared, "Well, I asked and she said yes, so 'm assumin' so."

"I don't get it," Jared holds up a hand, "You don't wanna date her cos she has a boyfriend but you're perfectly willing to take her to a party. An' not just any party, but one of Mike's parties."

Jensen shrugs, "I don't see what the big deal is. We're just friends. Like you guys are my friends."

"He's never been to one of Mike's parties," Tom points out and Mike shoves his pudding spoon into Jensen's face in agreement.

"You just wait, my friend." Tom grins.

--------

He’s washing his car. He knows it’s a really lame thing to be doing on a Friday night, but he feels bad if he doesn’t wash it at least once a week. He’s been washing it on Friday’s for as long as he can remember, so even though he’s going to a party tonight doesn’t mean he’s going to change his patterns.

Besides, he’s taking a girl out. His baby has to look just as great as he does. He’s nervous, which isn’t anything new for him, but he does think that this may be the best idea he’s ever had. If Jared’s information is anything to go by, anyway.

 He’s just stripped his shirt off and thrown it onto the lawn when she walks out of the house. He’s not really expecting to see her, not until later tonight, especially because Jared was talking about her and Sandy going shopping after school, but here she is. Standing in front of him looking as cute as ever. He thinks he might explode. And not in the good way that he enjoys on a regular basis. The innuendo in his mind scares him at times.

 He smiles as she crosses over to his side of the lawn and wipes the beads of sweat off his forehead.

 She stops in front of him and smiles kind of shyly. He’s never seen her so weird around him; he can feel the vibes coming off her and its kind of freaking him out. He hopes she doesn’t turn around and change her mind. He doesn’t think he could deal with her turning him down.

 She smiles at him and his heart thrip-throps in his chest again. He honest to God wishes it would stop doing that. She looks down at her feet, and then back up at him, shielding the sun with her eyes, “I was wondering what you were planning on wearing,” she says quietly.

 “What I was plannin’ on wearin’?” he repeats, questioningly.

 She nods and then giggles nervously, “You know what? Don’t worry about it.” She turns to leave and he grabs her arm as she turns.

 “I was thinkin’ jeans and a tee-shirt,” he tells her, leaning in close so that he can catch a whiff of her, “No idea what color though. I’m assumin’ that’s what you wanted to know, right?”

 She nods again, and he can tell she’s not breathing, “I’ll sort something out,” she tells him as she steps away.

 “We’re leavin’ at about eight.”

 She nods again and steps away, turning on her heel and dashing back into the house. He grins into thin air and goes to refill his bucket.

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He can hear the music pounding through the car even before Kristen points him down Mike's street.

There would easily be a hundred people loitering on the front lawn. The house is huge in itself, and the majority of the windows are blown wide open. Jensen doesn't recognize the music blaring out, but then he doesn't really listen to anything but country rock.

Kristen is smiling at him and leading him through the crowd, resplendent in bright yellow and denim. She's taking his breath away.

They find Mike in his dining room with a cute brunette under his arm. Jensen doesn't think he's ever seen such big blue eyes in his life. Mike introduces her as Alexis and after she says 'hi' they don't hear another peep out of her for the rest of the night. Jensen assumes Mike doesn't like girls for their company. Jared and Sandy wander over from somewhere and, Jared with a got-some smirk on his face, and he hands Jensen a beer. Kristen and Sandy immediately drift away from the group just enough to hold a personal conversation, and put their heads together.

Mike winks and nudges Jensen in the side, and Jensen rolls his eyes and takes a swig of his mostly-warm beer.

When the girls wander back over, Mike grins and pulls a bottle of tequila out from somewhere. He disappears around the bar and resurfaces with a bowl of lemons and a shaker of salt.

Jared points at the bowl, "Dude, what's with the lemons?"

Mike shrugs, "Couldn't find limes. Nowhere in fucking town has the damned things. I figured lemons were still sour enough."

Jared lifts a huge shoulder and, opening the bottle, begins to pour shots in the glasses Mike lines up. Jensen declines when offered his, and Sandy laughs at him. Kristen taps Sandy on the arm and tells her he's driving and they all, almost collectively, roll their eyes. Apparently no one drives to Mike's place, ever. Not even in the middle of the day.

Kristen ends up rather tipsy on the dance floor with her arms wrapped around Jensen's neck. He shouldn't be liking this as much as he is, but she smells of sunshine and vanilla sugar and her skin is slightly damp underneath his fingertips. His shoulder is tingling where her fingers are clinging to the fabric of his shirt. Her other hand is wrapped around his collar. If he moves a quarter of an inch her lips would be pressed up against his throat. He wishes he could find the courage. He wishes she weren't drunk so he could kiss her. He wishes she were single so he could kiss her. He wishes he'd stop falling in love with the unobtainable.

Drowning - Chapter Six

inevitablefict — Wed, 07 Feb 2007 13:14:54 GMT

Title: Drowning - Chapter Six
Author: oops_pig
Disclaimer: None of this is real ....
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/ Kristen Bell
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When Jensen gets shipped off to a catholic high school he meets the girl of his dreams. But life isn't all sunshine and roses.
Author's Notes: This chapter is dedicated to captainfla who made me the most awesome banner ever and called me God. The girl rocks!

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five

Jensen is sitting four rows from the stage watching a tiny little brunette sing her lungs out on stage. She's got a good voice, but he personally doesn't think she'll get the part. He also thinks that if he hears Somewhere Over The Rainbow one more time he's going to scream. And he's never really been a screamer.

He turns when he hears the heavy clunk of a book bag being placed on a plastic seat, and his face stretches into a grin as Kristen sits down next to him.

"I'm on next," she gives him a nervous grin, "That's Sophia." she nods to the girl on the stage, "She's Sandy's best friend. She's good, but she can't act. Which I think Eric knows."

Jensen nods, "I was thinkin' there was somethin' about her that just didn't work."

"Who're you auditioning for?" she asks, peering at the script in his hands.

He grins, "I was thinkin' the guy who opens the door to Oz."

She shakes her head, "Oh no. No no. You need a bigger part than that. The scarecrow. He's Dorothy's best friend!"

"An' what happens if you don't get Dorothy?" he asks her, his voice low. He catches the smell of raspberries and toothpaste as he leans towards her.

Eric gestures to Kristen as Sophia finishes singing on stage. She jumps up and grins at him nervously.

Standing on the stage, Eric looks up at her from the floor, "Now, I'm going to read Aunt Em's line, and you go from here," he shows her a place on the script and she nods.

"Now, you just help us out today, and find yourself a place where you won't get into any trouble." Eric reads in a bored voice, as if he's done this fifty times already today. Which, Jensen thinks, he probably has.

"Some place where there isn't any trouble," Kristen's whole persona changes under the lights and Jensen sits up a little straighter, "Do you suppose there is such a place, Toto?" She looks down and asks what Jensen must assume is an imaginary dog, "There must be. It's not a place you can get to by a boat or a train. It's far, far away -- behind the moon -- beyond the rain --"

She turns towards the audience, where there are students sitting in clumps of threes and fours. Opening her mouth, she sings.

Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high,
There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue,
And the dreams that you dare to dream really
do come true.

A girl behind his giggles, disrupting him from the stupor he was in, "Can you believe how good she is? I totally can't believe she didn't get Annie last year."

Her friend agrees, "Oh, I know! Like, the girl who played her wasn't half as good as she is. If she doesn't get Dorothy this year I am so complaining. I mean, I'm totally happy to play a munch-kin or something as long as she gets the part."

"I know!" The first girls voice filters past his ears, "Oh, and did you hear about that new senior? He's from, like, Alabama or something. I heard Sandy and Sophia talking about him. Apparently him and Kristen are best friends now. She's, like, totally forgotten about Jason already. And it's so only been a week."

"Uh," her friend says in disgust, "How could you forget about Jason? He was totally the hottest guy here last year."

"Mhm," he hears, "I so agree with you."

Jensen shakes his head and turns his attention back to the stage where Kristen is finishing.

If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh, why can't I?

Eric claps and a few students join in, including what sounds like the girls behind him. Kristen smiles shyly and jumps down off the stage, running back up to where Jensen is sitting and burying her face in her hands, "Oh, I hate auditioning."

"You sounded the best I've heard so far," he reassures her, "An' a couple girls behind me think you're a shoo-in."

She grins and blushes a little, "It'd be so exciting if I did. Now, you. Scarecrow?'

He shakes his head and laughs, "I don't dance."

She smacks him on the arm and grabs his script from him.

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"You're a shoo-in," Jared grins as he slides into the table next to Jensen.

"Whs a sh-n?" Mike spits through a mouthful of burger, "'N fr wht?"

Tom rolls his eyes and offers Mike his can of coke, "Dude, try not talking with your mouthful."

Jared laughs, "Jensen is totally in. With Kristen. I just got back from a primo makeout session with Sandy and she told me that she caught Kristen writing Jen's name all over her math book. She's totally into you man."

Jensen shook his head, "I don't get in the way of anyone's relationships. It's bad ground, man. I'm jus' not gonna do it."

Mike rolls his eyes at Tom, "Well, you aren't going to get laid with that attitude."

"I don't want to get laid, Mike," Jensen tells him, "Not everythin' in this world is about sex."

"Sex is good though," Tom says, with the air of someone who doesn't get much of it.

Jensen sighs, "Just drop it, okay? All of ya'll. What happens, happens and right now she has a boyfriend."

Mike gestures towards Jensen with his burger, "You should at least invite her tomorrow night." he says, before taking another big bite.

"All right," he sighs, "I'll invite her tomorrow night."

--------

Jensen steps out of his front door and walks towards Kristen's place. He can hear a cricket buzzing in the background and it's not too cold even though the leaves are beginning to fall off the trees.

Kristen is sitting in her normal spot, and Jensen wonders briefly why she's not out somewhere with her friends. He clears his throat and pushes his glasses up onto the bridge of his nose.

She smiles at him, "I notice you do that a lot when you're nervous about something. Push your glasses up, that is."

He drops his hand away from his face, "I didn't know that." he tells her.

She cocks her head to one side, "What's up?"

"I was wonderin'," he starts, tilting his head towards the ground and scratches the back of his neck, "Wonderin' if you maybe wanted to come with me to Mike's party tomorrow night."

She smiles wider, "I would love that."

He nods, "Pick you up at eight." he grins, before waving goodbye and lets himself back into the house.

Drowning - Chapter Five

inevitablefict — Wed, 07 Feb 2007 06:41:05 GMT

Title: Drowning - Chapter Five
Author: oops_pig
Disclaimer: None of this is real ....
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/ Kristen Bell
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When Jensen gets shipped off to a catholic high school he meets the girl of his dreams. But life isn't all sunshine and roses.
Author's Notes: I have no freaking idea where this chapter came from. I did ask jenskyies and she said too much schmoop is never a bad thing, so this is almost gag worthy. Enjoy. If anyone wants a copy of the song, I'll be more than happy to upload it for them.

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four

Jensen opens the front door and peaks his head out into the pitch-dark night, "Kris, you still out here?" he calls into the dark.

"I'm here," he hears in answer.

He steps out into the cool and closes the door behind him. He crosses the grass in a few steps and stands in front of her, smiling sheepishly. He's holding his guitar in one hand and pushing his glasses up his nose with the other.

Kristen points to the instrument he's holding by its neck and smiles, "You play?" she asks.

"A little," he clears his throat, "I thought that maybe since you didn't know Jeff Buckley I could play it for you. If you'd like me to, of course."

She grins and it lights up his heart.

He sits down next to her on the porch and slings the guitar over his knees. Caressing the fret-board he picks out a couple of opening chords, not catching her eye.

He stops and looks at her, "You seen Shrek?" he asks.

"The movie?" he nods, "Yeah, a couple of times."

"You'll probably recognize the song then," he tells her, as he picks out the opening chords again.

Well I heard there was a secret chord
that David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do ya?
Well it goes like this :
The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah...

She touches his arm and his heart crashes into his ribcage, "I recognize it," she whispers.

He smiles at her.

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya
And she tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah...

He studies her in the light of the moon and the orange glow from the lamp above their heads. He's not sure why exactly she makes him feel the way she does, but there's something about her. The smile on her face is the most adorable thing he's ever seen and he's been dreaming about her. Dreaming of her sitting on the hood of his car; lying in white sheets reaching up to play with his hair, a smile on her face; sitting opposite him at a table while laughing at his jokes and eating chili fries.

Baby I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor,
I used to live alone before I knew ya
And I've seen your flag on the marble arch
and love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah...

She smiles at him and he can't help but smile back and think about pulling the strand of hair that keeps wanting to fall into her hair.

Well there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me do ya
But remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah

Hallelujah...

"What do you think?" he asks, as he draws the guitar into the instrumental, strumming gently as he looks over to her.

She smiles lightly, "It's very sad. Beautiful, but if you listen to the lyrics closely, it makes you feel like crying."

He nods and looks down at his fingers splayed on the fret-board, "I guess I know what you mean."

She laughs, "And I can't believe you can remember all the words to all the verses in order!"

He laughs with her, "I've been listening to this song for a long time."

She nods.

Maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya
And it's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelu...
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelu...
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah

He gets up and, lightly brushes his lips over her cheek, "Thanks for the honor of singing to you."

She touches her fingers to where his lips were pressed, "You're welcome." she whispers as he turns, head down, and walks back inside.

Drowning - Chapter Four

inevitablefict — Tue, 06 Feb 2007 00:58:22 GMT

Title: Drowning - Chapter Four
Author: oops_pig
Disclaimer: None of this is real ....
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/ Kristen Bell
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When Jensen gets shipped off to a catholic high school he meets the girl of his dreams. But life isn't all sunshine and roses.
Author's Notes: This is to make up for the last series in which they were broken. This will end up schmoopy and fluffy. But not straight away! And yes, this idea was loosely based on anella's.

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three

Mike slings an arm around Jensen's neck as they begin to walk down the corridor, "I really love this time of year," he winks at a girl who's trying to slide past them, "New students to either pick on or pick up; hardly any work and we're finally seniors. We should have a party to celebrate the fact."

"Wasn't that what the party at the end of summer was for?" Tom asks.

"No no," Mike shakes his head, "That was an end of summer party. We need to have a beginning of school party. My place, this weekend." He spies a pretty girl walking past them and slides off to the side after him. They can hear him saying "You're far too pretty to not know me," as he walks up to her.

Jensen looks back at the guy and Tom laughs, slapping him on the back, "You have to ignore him. He's always like that. He plays this game where he tries to outdo himself in how many phone numbers he can get every year."

"How's he doin' with that?" Jensen asks.

"Well, he's probably got the number of every girl in the school and half the girls in Detroit. So pretty good, I'd say."

Jensen laughed and Tom grinned as they walked up to Jared standing in the hall, looking at the notice-board.

He turns around as Tom taps him on the hip, and Jensen reckons the beam of his grin could light up a whole town, "Hey," he grins, "Mornin'" and Jensen's heart skips a beat at the familiarity of hearing someone else speak in a Texas accent.

Tom grins at Jared and looks at the notice-board, "Hey, bake sale next week. You think the girl who made those perfect brownies last year is still round?"

"I heard she graduated," Jared replies.

"Damn," Tom grins, "I should get my mom to make some of her chocolate chip cookies for it. Or, you know, just for us."

Jared nods in agreement, "Those are very good cookies. And, you know, if she made 'em for us, we wouldn't have to pay for 'em either."

Jensen is silently watching the conversation when Mike comes back up, clutching a piece of paper, "Lindsay," he booms at them, "She likes picnics and drinking. We're so having a party this weekend. Lucky my father's away boys. It's gonna be a blazer!"

"Blazer?" Jared inquires, "Mike, who talks like that?"

"Lindsay talks like that my man, and now so do I. If I'm gonna get laid I do."

"That all you ever think about Mike?" Jensen asks.

Mike pauses, head cocked to one side, lips bunched up in thought. He rights his head and grins, "Pretty much."

"Huh," Jensen says quietly to himself as the bell rings and they split up for class.

--------

"He's a complete and utter dipshit," Jared told Jensen as he slung the ball to him, "I mean, the guy's kidding himself if he thinks he can play."

Jensen shakes his head, "So why does he think he can?" he asked as he caught the ball and threw it back to Jared, "He looks as if he weighs 100 pounds."

Jared nods, "Probably about that. Total lightweight. He thinks we're friends too, which I find hilarious."

"And what's the guys name? I think I recognize him from calc maybe."

"Chad Michael Murray." Jared told him, "Watch out, because he clings like a limpet. And he likes to date the freshman, who aren't even legal."

"Mike was chatting up the freshman this morning," Jensen points out.

"Yeah," Jared agrees, "But he doesn't fuck them. He just enjoys getting them drunk and laughing at them. He'd never do anything that illegal."

Jensen nodded and passed the ball back again. Jared grinned at him, "So, you and Kristen are gettin' pretty cosy I hear."

Jensen could feel that stupid blush coming on again, "She's my next door neighbor and I'm bein' friendly. It's what you do when you move to a new city and know no one."

"And when you want in a girls pants," he laughed.

"I do not want in her pants," Jensen fumbled the ball as Jared passed it back to him, "She's a cute kid and very lovely. Besides, we're gonna be in this production together, so I need someone to hang out with."

"You're actually auditionin' for that thing?" Jared asked, surprised.

Jensen nodded, "Course. Why wouldn't I?" he asked.

Jared shrugged, "Dunno. Might ruin your reputation."

"I don't have a reputation," he frowned.

"Exactly," Jared grinned and passed the ball back to him.

--------

He's putting out the garbage again and there she is, sitting on the side of the porch and grinning into the night air, "Fancy seeing you here," she says lightly.

He grins into the dark as he tosses the garbage in the bin and then strolls over to her, hands deep in his pockets, "Who woulda thought it?" he replies, "You in the neighborhood?"

She giggles and nods, peering at him through the dim light, "I didn't know you wore glasses."

He touches the side of his face, "There's plenty 'bout me you don't know, really." he replies, "Took my contacts out before dinner. They were hurtin' my eyes."

She nods, "You look good in them."

"Smarter?" he asks with a wry smile.

She shakes her head, "Not smarter necessarily. Something though -" she trails off quietly.

He touches the side of her arm and smiles down at her gently, "I gotta go finish cleaning up the kitchen, but I'll talk to you tomorrow, right?"

She nods and he walks back into the house, turning and looking at her for one last moment before closing the front door behind him.

Drowning - Chapter Three

inevitablefict — Mon, 05 Feb 2007 06:54:05 GMT

Title: Drowning - Chapter Three
Author: oops_pig
Disclaimer: None of this is real ....
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/ Kristen Bell
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When Jensen gets shipped off to a catholic high school he meets the girl of his dreams. But life isn't all sunshine and roses.
Author's Notes: This is to make up for the last series in which they were broken. This will end up schmoopy and fluffy. But not straight away! And yes, this idea was loosely based on anella's.

Chapter One
Chapter Two

He's putting out the garbage into the bin after dinner that night, singing under his breath Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah when he hears a voice to his left say, "I never would have picked you for a Fall Out Boy fan."

He looks over and can just make Kristen out in the dim light of the mood. She's sitting on her porch, legs swinging gently over the edge, "Who's Fall Out Boy?" he asks, throwing the garbage in the bin and wandering over to where she's sitting.

She looks at him confused as he leans on the post next to her, "You were singing Fall Out Boy." she tells him.

He grins in the low light, "I was singin' Jeff Buckley."

"I've never heard of Jeff Buckley." she informs him.

He chuckles, "Well, I've never heard of Fall Out Boy so I guess we're even. What're you doin' out here anyways?"

"Oh," she twirls a piece of hair around her finger, "Just thinking. I kind of needed to get away from my sisters for a while."

He nods, "Yeah, I know what that's like. You look kinda sad though. Nothin's up, huh?"

"Well," she squirms a little, "My boyfriend's gone off to school and I guess I'm missing him a little. First day of school and all, you know?"

"Yeah, I kinda know what you mean. He's gone to Harvard, right?"

"Jared told you?" Jensen nods, "well, yeah. He's doing law. And we spent all summer together at camp as councilors, and he said nothing would change, but its hard, you know? Now that he's gone it all feels different. Like he's not going to love me as much as he did."

"I know what you're gettin' at," he tells her, "My brother left his girlfriend when he went to the University of Texas, and they just decided it was too hard. He broke up with her, and now he's datin' a freshman, and she's gettin' married to an oil heir. Guess it worked out for the best for both of 'em, but they just couldn't do the long distance, you know? An' U of T is only a couple hours drive from where we lived."

She looks as though she's just brushed away a tear and Jensen feels really bad, "You know, if its meant to be, it'll all work out."

She nods and smiles at him, "I know. And thank you for making me feel better. I just don't really know what to do with myself without him. He was my first boyfriend." she laughs, "That sounds ridiculous, I know."

"Don't sound ridiculous," he puts his hand on her shoulder and the skin on his palm feels as though it's about to catch on fire, "Just keep livin' your life. Hey, you wanna ride to school in the mornin'? I gotta drop my sister off first, but there's more than enough room in the car."

She nods and smiles at him, "That'd be nice. Thank you."

He beams at her and pats her arm, "I'll see you in the mornin' then. You sleep well."

"Yeah, you too." she calls as he turns and goes into the house.

--------

She's leaning on the bonnet of his car when he and Mac exit the house in the morning and he's never seen anything so hot in his life. He's always kept his car in pristine condition and the white of her shirt dazzles against the black of the paintwork. Mac smiles at her and then rolls her eyes, "Guess I'm sittin' in the back from now on, huh Jen."

He scruffs her hair, "Guess you are too, squirt."

He grins and opens the drivers door, jumping in and opening the other two doors for the girls, "How you doin' this mornin' Kris?"

She giggles as she jumps in and closes the door behind her, "I'm better this morning, thanks. I guess I was tired and overemotional or something."

"Tired and overemotional's no fun." he guns the engine and reverses out of the driveway.

"What sort of car is this? It looks really old."

"'67 Chevy Impala. It was my dad's. Gave it to me on my seventeenth birthday. S'my pride and joy."

"He's obsessed with her," Mac pipes up from the back seat, "Says no one's allowed to touch his baby but him. 'M surprised he didn't yell at you for sittin' on her like you were."

Kristen looks at him, her mouth open slightly, "Is that true?"

He shrugs as he pulls up to the curb of Mac's school, "I'll let you off with a warnin' this time. Here's your stop, baby sister."

She hops out of the car with a wave goodbye and Jensen pulls the car away from the curb and back onto the road.

Kristen turns slightly in her seat so she's facing him, "You know, you don't have to do this."

He shrugs, "I know I don't have to, but you live right next door an' we're goin' to the same place, so I may as well. Otherwise, what? You're stuck on a bus?"

She nods, "It's not that bad though. And sometimes I get rides from Jared when he's taking Sandy home. I guess I'm so used to Jason driving me everywhere that it's weird to be in a car with someone else. Especially a car as loud as this one."

Jensen laughs, "Suppose she is pretty loud, huh? You miss him a lot."

"Very much," she agrees, "And I was upset last night because he said he was going to call to see how the first day of school went and he never did."

"Ah," he says as he pulls into a parking space in the school's lot, "Maybe he was busy with somethin' unavoidable. I'm sure he'll call you sometime soon. Tonight even."

She nods and lets herself out of the car, "I hope so," she says as she puts her backpack on her shoulder and Jensen locks the car door, "What's your first lesson today?"

"English I think. With Tom," she grins at him and reaches up to pat his arm as they reach the front entrance of the school, "I guess I'll see you later then, right?"

"Right," he agrees and waved goodbye as he spots Tom and Mike hanging out by the notice board.

"Was that Kristen Bell?" Mike asks, "Looks good buddy. She and the boyfriend split or something?"

Jensen shakes his head, "Naw, just turns out she's my next-door neighbor."

Drowning - Chapter Two

inevitablefict — Sat, 03 Feb 2007 11:40:51 GMT

Title: Drowning
Author: oops_pig
Disclaimer: None of this is real ....
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/ Kristen Bell
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When Jensen gets shipped off to a catholic high school he meets the girl of his dreams. But life isn't all sunshine and roses.
Author's Notes: This is to make up for the last series in which they were broken. This will end up schmoopy and fluffy. But not straight away! And yes, this idea was loosely based on anella's.

Chapter One

Jensen slips into the seat next to Jared and slides his tray onto the table, "I need to know everything you guys know about Kristen Bell."

Mike gives Tom a funny look, "Who's Kristen Bell? You know her?"

Tom shakes his head, but Jared gives Jensen a grin, "I think I know her. Short blonde girl, big blue eyes? She's a sophomore, right?"

Jensen nods, "Yeah, she's in my drama class."

"I think Sandy's friends with her. She's a cheerleader."

"Ohhhh, that Kristen Bell." Tom nods, "Yeah, I know who you mean. Isn't she dating Jason Dohring?"

Mike looks over at Jensen, "Sandy is Jare's girlfriend, and Jase is, well, was the quarterback last year. He graduated last year and now I think he's at Princeton."

"Harvard," Jared corrects.

Mike points the spoon in his hand at Jared, "Right, Harvard. Isn't he gonna be a lawyer or something?"

Tom nods, "I heard he was doing medicine, but I could be wrong."

Mike shrugs, "Whatever. He's a smart asshole anyway," Mike grins, "Really don't think you're in with a shot there, Jenny-boy."

Jensen shrugs and turns to Jared, beside him, "Tell me everything you know anyway."

Jared draws his eyebrows together, "Not a whole lot. She's a cheerleader, or was last year. I assume she's still on the squad. Uh, straight A's. Lives over on Edward in Huntington Woods. By the golf course"

"Wait," Jensen lifts a hand up to stop Jared, "That's where I live. You know what number?"

Jared shakes his head, "I dropped Sandy off there once, but I don't remember what number it was sorry."

"Huh," Jensen sits back and takes a bite of his burger, "Thanks so much for your help."

Jared chuckles, "No worries man. And hey, if you ever get a chance there, we should double."

--------

Mackenzie is definitely not in as good a mood as Jensen is when he picks her up from school. She's waiting outside of the gate with a scowl on her face and her arms crossed over her chest.

He grins and ruffles the top of her head, "What's up kiddo? Bad day?"

"Everyone thinks I'm a freak 'cos I sound diff'rent from them all." She screws up her face and Jensen gets kinda scared she's about to cry.

"That's pretty messed up, ya know. Although, Mac, you know they're just lil kids who're easily amused by things they don't know. You'll be fine once they've had some time to get used to you."

Mackenzie nodded and leaned back into her seat as Jensen pulled the car out of its space. Jensen flicked the radio onto an easy listening station and begins to tap his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the music.

When they stop at a red light, Jensen turns to look at his sister, "So, what's on your mind kiddo? We been here what? Four weeks now? You used to the place yet?"

"We've been here three weeks," she eyeballs her brother, "And 'm not used to it yet."

"Nothin' like home, that's for sure," he murmurs as they get moving again.

"I miss it all Jenby," Mackenzie says quietly, looking out the window, "Home was never this green, and its not warm enough and Josh isn't here."

"I miss him a hell of a lot too," he agrees, "But, ya know, I think we just gotta make the best out of a bad situation."

Mac nods as Jensen slides the car into his spot in the driveway and turns off the engine, "I love you kiddo, you know that, right? And no matter what, we've always got each other."

She nods again and a small genuine smile creeps onto her face, "Thanks Jenby. You always make me feel better."

"Glad I can help," he smiles back and gets out of the car.

There's a tiny blonde at the end of his driveway, walking towards the house next door, cutting across the lawn and stopping at the letterbox, and Jensen shields the sun from his eyes and stares, his mouth slightly open, "Kristen?" he calls, incredulously, "Kristen Bell, from Drama, right?"

She turns with a smile on her face, "Hey!" she exclaims, crossing the lawn towards him, "You're the new guy. Texas."

He can feel himself going red again and god damn it is that annoying, "Jensen. Jensen Ackles."

"Right," she keeps grinning and smiles, "Jensen. Of course. Is that your sister?"

He looks back to where Mac is standing smirking by the car, "Yeah," he gestures her forward and introduces them, "Mackenzie, this is Kristen; Kristen, my sister Mackenzie."

Mac smiles politely and gestures absently at the front of the house, "Jenby, I'm gonna go get some homework started and watch Spongebob."

He nods at her before turning back to Kristen, who was grinning madly, "Jenby? Oh, that is adorable!"

Jensen blushed again, "Childhood nickname. My father used to call me Jenny-bean, but she could never say that so it kinda evolved into Jenby." he scratched the back of his head, embarassed, "You tell anyone I'll haveta kill you, o course."

she laughed, "I wouldn't dream of telling anyone. So, you're the new neighbor, huh? Mom said someone moved in while I was away at camp."

"Well, that would be us," he agreed, "Been here three weeks now."

"How are you enjoying it so far?" she asked, seemingly genuinely interested, "Must be totally different from home."

He nodded in agreement, "Completely different. Mac and I were just dicussin' it. We're still undecided whether we like the place."

"Well," she tapped him on the side of the arm, "You've certainly chosen the right people to surround yourself in. I saw you at lunch with Jared and co. Those are some crazy guys."

"They've been real friendly," he agreed, "An' Jared's already from Texas so that's a common thing."

"Jared's a wonderful guy. I'm friends with his girlfriend Sandy."

"Yeah, he told me that. We should go out sometime, the four of us." Jensen was kinda hoping she'd say yes, so that he could really get to know her. There was just something about her that was incredibly attractive.

"That'd be really good. Talk to him about it and we'll set something up. Listen, I really have to run inside and do some homework, but I'll see you in Drama, alright?""

He nodded and, waving goodbye, headed into his own house, closing the door behind him and resting the back of his head on the cool wood.

Mackenzie appeared out of the living room and smirked at him, "You totally like her."

He flicked her in the side of the head as he walked past, "Shut up squirt, and tell me what's happening on Spongebob."

Well,"she starts as she leads him into the living room, "Spongebob and Patrick are totally trying to get Squidward to go jellyfishing with them."

Drowning - Chapter One

inevitablefict — Fri, 02 Feb 2007 13:06:56 GMT

Title: Drowning - Chapter One
Author: oops_pig
Disclaimer: None of this is real ....
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/ Kristen Bell
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When Jensen gets shipped off to a catholic high school he meets the girl of his dreams. But life isn't all sunshine and roses.
Author's Notes: This is to make up for the last series in which they were broken. This will end up schmoopy and fluffy. But not straight away! Introduction chapter. And yes, this idea was loosely based on anella's.

Jensen can't believe his father has done this to him. First, he moves them a thousand miles away and then he sticks him into a Catholic high school! He feels like he's stuck in someone else's life. And not in a good one, either. He's dressed in maroon for crying out loud and a tie, stuck in Michigan and sticking out like a sore thumb because he has a Texan accent. He wishes like hell he was anywhere but here. The school does have an incredibly good football team which he's happy about because he's found out tryouts are tomorrow and he knows he'll kick ass. He's also seen a couple of good looking blondes float past in teensy little skirts. That he's also happy about.

He's sitting slouched on a wooden pew in front of the office waiting for some kid. Michael something-or-other. The Dean did tell him but he's buggered if he can even remember his own name at this point in time. He thinks the east coast has ruined his brain. It's probably the cold. Jensen doesn't do well with cold.

He's thinking about how much he misses Steve and Chris and how if he was at school back home he'd probably be sitting in music playing the guitar and harmonizing with Steve when a bald guy about his height comes around the corner with another dude who has to be the tallest mother he's ever seen. The guy has phenomenal shoulders and would have to be the biggest guy Jen's ever seen. Which is saying something because hell, he plays football! There's a smaller guy trailing behind him who has shaggy black hair and is the kind of guy Jensen assumes is always quietly in the shadows when he's around the other two.

The bald guy, who Jensen is assuming is Michael, practically runs up to him, sticking his hand in Jensen's face and grinning broadly, "Hey there. Mike Rosenbaum. This here is Jared and that's Tom. We're supposed to, you know, show you 'round and shit."

Jensen nods and stands up, shaking the guy's hand, "Jensen. Real nice to meet you man."

Jared reels back slightly as if he's been hit, "Dude, you're from Texas!"

Jensen flicks the guy a look, "That noticeable huh?"

Jared nods and licks his lips, "Well, yeah. I mean, no, not totally. 'M from San Antonio."

Jensen nods, "Dallas."

"Aw man," Mike claps him on the back, "You and Jare'll be fast friends in no time! Welcome to Detroit, buddy!"

And just like that he has friends and he's thinking this might be a lot less of a disaster than he first thought it would be.

--------

He discovers that Mike and Tom have been friends since kindergarten, and they're the welcome wagon for every new student that walks in the door. Tom's father is one of the highest donating parishioners, and that means Tom gets special treatment, and Mike gets the backwash from that. He also discovers that, even though Jared's been in Michigan since he was eleven he's still the typical Texan. Even has most of his accent and everything.

They've been given first period off and Jensen gets shown the library, the cafeteria, the gym, the football field and anything else Mike and Tom can think of. They end up settled on the bleachers at the far end of the football field, with Mike scrutinizing Jensen's timetable, "You have English with Tommy-boy, you get to blow shit up with me in Chem,"

Jared interrupts him, "He means that literally too. He almost blew up the classroom last year,"

"Nothing with Jare," Mike continues, "But that doesn't matter, cos you two can hang out on the football field. And dude, you're taking drama? What the hell for?"

Jensen shrugs, "My father's an actor. Guess it kinda runs in the blood. 'Sides, all the good lookin' girls are in the drama classes."

Tom cocks an eyebrow, "That really true?"

Jensen nods, "Yeah, and they're all a ton of fun too. Course you sometimes get the nut-jobs, but generally you can see them comin' a mile off."

Tom nods seriously as if this makes a load of sense just as the buzzer for second period sounds. The guys all get up and dust themselves off; Mike adjusting his tie as if it were a matter of life and death and accidentally knocking Jensen's glasses into the dust in the process.

Jared grins at him and leans down to pick them up and then waves goodbye as he spots his P.E. class coming out of the side of the building.

Tom and Mike indicate that they're going in the complete opposite direction and as suddenly as it started, he's alone again.

--------

He walks into an auditorium full of noise and light. His last drama class took place in an old abandoned classroom that no one else wanted to use, so this is a big change for him. He wasn't wrong about the girls though. There's a couple of blondes that look mighty fine and, even though he does prefer the blondes, there's also a great looking brunette standing by the stage, chatting to pretty little elf.

That's almost literally what she is. She's more his type than the brunette girl standing beside her. She has long blonde hair that curls slightly at the ends and is the tiniest thing he's ever seen. He can just imagine her foot fitting into the palm of his hand, which is kind of a weird thought to have.

It's no sooner passed through his head than it escapes again, leaving him slightly reeling. An older man walks into the room, claps his hands twice, and everyone jumps to attention. Jensen runs down the steps, past all the chairs, down to the floor below the stage where everyone is gathering. He slips into the small crowd of people just in time to hear the teacher announce role call.

"Now," he starts, "I know everyone here, from previous years, and I just want to say that I can see everyone is here." He does a sweep of the small group, doing a double take as he gets to Jensen, "Except you. You I do not know," he looks down at his list, "You would have to be Mr Ackles, I assume."

Jensen turns a little red and nods.

"Good," the teacher practically yells, "I am Mr Kripke. You may call me Mr Kripke for the first week, and then you may call me Eric like every other student in this room."

Jensen nods and grins.

Kripke moves on, pulling himself onto the small stage and towering above everyone. He's a short, balding man who is rather tubby, but Jensen likes him on sight.

"This year," he starts, "Like every other year, we have so few students that we've put you all together. Seniors, Juniors, Freshman, Sophomore. You all get to know each other a little better. This year's production is The Wizard of Oz. You all should know that; I announced it at the beginning of summer. Everyone will have a part, and auditions will start in our double lesson first thing tomorrow morning. I suggest none of you are late. For today we will be watching a video. Please take a seat somewhere, anywhere. Watch it, don't watch it, I don't care."

He jumps off the stage and gestures to the little blonde elf girl, "Kristen, may I speak to you a moment?"

She follows the teacher out of the room, and Jensen follows them both with his eyes before settling himself down on a plastic chair facing a screen that has descended from the ceiling.

As the movie starts the elf girl comes and sits next to him, and, smiling she holds out her hand, "Hi! I'm Kristen Bell. Eric asked me to help get you settled. Drama can be a really hard thing to come into when the people have been working together for as long as we have."

He shoots her a quick smile, Texas hospitality practically oozing from his eyes, "Well, sure. I guess that'd be mighty nice."

She laughs, a pretty tinkling sound that is music to his ears, "No use asking where you're from, is there?"

"Aw shucks," he can actually feel a blush coming on, "I'm that noticeable, huh?"

She giggles again and nods. And right there his heart is in his throat and he's gone.

This Is How I Disappear

inevitablefict — Thu, 01 Feb 2007 11:44:28 GMT

Title: This Is How I Disappear
Author: oops_pig
Disclaimer: None of this is real .....
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/ Kristen Bell
Rating: Let's make it R just to be safe
Summary: In which it comes to an end
Author's Notes: Companion piece to Coffee and Answering Machines, Raspberries, We're Going Down (Down) and The New Face of Failure. The last part, and one I don't think anyone is going to enjoy. Sorry; I'm a realist. Kristen's POV

She's shaking as she picks up the phone. She knows what Jared said, about how Jen had just freaked out, but it still hurt. She also knows that her mother has drummed it into her practically from birth that communication is the key to all relationship, romantic or otherwise. She's just really mad that she's the one calling him and not the other way round. Jared said he'd tried to talk Jen into it, but it was a no-go. The guys just too stubborn.

So when she picks up the phone at 1am its with a shaking hand, and she only dials three numbers before hanging up and sighing.

It takes her over an hour to actually let the phone ring on the other end and by that time she's kicking herself as she looks at the clock. Even if he'd worked late if he was sane he'd be at home in bed by now.

He picks up on the third ring, all Texas husk and sleepy, "'Lo?"

"Jensen?" she says, her voice sounding small and timid, "sorry to call you so late. Please don't hang up."

"Wouldn't do that Kris," he sighs, "'s late."

"I know, I know and I'm so sorry, but Jared told me you were working late and I wasn't sure how late and -" she trails off, "And now I'm babbling."

She can hear him sigh down the line and her stomach somersaults, "No, it's okay Kris. I know Jare told you to call."

"I-," she says quietly, "I guess I just thought we should talk about last night. You kinda hurt me Jen."

"I know I did," he breaths out shakily, "An' that was never my intention. I just flipped out. You know how hard this is."

It's her turn to sigh, "Life was never meant to be easy Jensen." There's no answer on the other end of the line, "I guess it all comes down to how much you like me as to if this is going to work or not."

"Is it worth it, Kris?" he asks, voice full of unintended depression, "I mean, we'll see each other for, what? Three months out of a year? Maybe a handful of days on top of that. You tell me if you think this is worth it."

She sighs inwardly. He obviously doesn't want this, turning everything back on him. Jared was totally wrong, and it's breaking her heart, "No Jen. I guess when you love someone its not always worth it."

She hangs up with a shaking hand and sits on the edge of her bed, staring into space.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

She listens to the message over and over on a continuous loop as Julie sits on her living room floor rubbing circles on her back.

Kris, it's Jen. God, I feel like such a coward doin' this like this, on your answerin' machine, but I just can't bring myself to speak to you. Doesn't make this any easier. I've been thinkin' sigh which is never a good thing, an' I just, I can't do this. Not to you. You're too special an' this has nothin' to do with you bein' who you are an' everythin' to do with what we do. Maybe some time, in some other lifetime, we could give this thing a go. You're a great kid, and I guess I'll see ya around. sigh. Voice low. I really liked you Kris. Really wish I was man enough to want to get this thing to work. Click.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

She's at another event, very similar to the one at the beginning of everything. Except this time she's just going through the motions with a smile on her face.

And then there he is, wrapping himself around Jared and she thinks That could have been mine. She shakes off the thought and goes back to her job. She'll forget about him eventually.

FIN

The New Face of Failure

inevitablefict — Wed, 31 Jan 2007 13:56:08 GMT

Title: The New Face of Failure
Author: oops_pig
Disclaimer: None of this is real .....
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/ Kristen Bell
Rating: Let's make it R just to be safe
Summary: In which Jared gets kinda mad
Author's Notes: Companion piece to Coffee and Answering Machines, Raspberries and We're Going Down (Down). One part more after this, probably. Jensen's POV

Jensen leans his head back on the wall outside her apartment after closing the door behind him. His cock is jutting insistently out at the front of his pants, and he groans as he thinks about how close he came to getting laid. He's an idiot, he knows, but it just didn't feel right. And now he's hurt her.

He makes to knock on the door again, but pulls his hand down at the last minute. He knows it'll do more harm than good if he goes back in there now. He might make her cry. God knows he doesn't want to make her cry.

He sighs and steps away, turning around with his head down and pressing the button for the elevator.

Jared's going to have his hide.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Jensen wakes up in his empty hotel bed to Jared's big goofy grin right in front of him, the big guy almost bent double. Jensen is yet to figure out how the guy is so happy first thing in the morning.

"Whuzzup?" he groans, rolling away from him.

Jared dives over him and lands ungracefully next to Jensen. If he had the energy he'd reach out and thump the guy. He thinks he needs a cup of coffee first, "How'd last night go? I tell ya, I was actually half expecting you to, you know, not be here." He leers at Jensen.

Jensen groans and, rolling onto his back, covers his face with both hands, "Didn't get laid, if that's what you're askin'. And why does this feel strangely like a Sam/Dean conversation?"

He can feel Jared shrug even with his eyes closed, "Don't know man. Life imitates art, I guess. She turn you down or what?"

Jensen sits up and swings his legs over the side of the bed, bringing himself to standing point slowly, "Other way round." he admits, albeit a little ashamedly. In the cold light of morning it all seems a little stupid. Like he was freaking out over nothing.

Jared just gapes at him, "What the fuck man?"

Jensen nods, "Yeah, exactly. Hey, what time we flyin' out today?"

"Three," Jared tells him, "But don't change the subject. What do you mean you didn't have sex with her? She was practically hinting at it by the bar last night."

"I don't know man! I freaked, okay? Because I fucking like her and its just too hard. You know that as much as I do."

"If it's worth it," he says slowly, "It's worth it. I've told you that before. Besides, she's in the industry. She knows how hard it is."

Jensen scrubs a hand over his face and digs around in his suitcase for a clean shirt, anything to throw on over his boxer shorts, trying to ignore how right Jared is.

"All's I'm sayin' is that you should at least call her before we leave this afternoon. At least think about it Jen." Jared gets off his bed with a sigh and lets himself out of the room.

Seems like he's disappointing everyone lately.

~*~*~*~*~*~

He leans his head back in the seat as the car descents around the corner. He can't believe Eric has given them so much time off over a little media trip. Almost two whole days! He supposes they're pretty on track for the rest of the season. Jare even said something about being ahead of schedule, so hopefully Eric is in a good mood. He really doesn't mind night shoots, but he'd prefer to not do them right after travelling. And without his head full of Kristen. He's lucky he's one of those guys that can zone everything in his life out when he's in character. He knows Jared can't and he's seen how it affects the guys performance.

He's beginning to do it too, as he heads to set; tune her out, get in the groove. One look at Jared and that's all gone. He never called her, and Jared can see it written all over his face.

He slumps into his make up chair and glares, "Fine, I didn't call her. You happy now?"

"No," Jared offers him a gummy worm, "I'm pissed off. But that's okay, cos I knew you wouldn't so I did it for you."

"Oh, you did fucking not!" Jensen slams his fist down on the armrest, scaring Shannon just a little, "What the fuck for man?"

"Cos," Jared shrugs, "Knew you wouldn't. Needed to be done. She's cool. She's gonna call out after shooting so's ya'll can talk about it."

"I hate you sometimes, you know that, don't you."

"Naw, ya love me really," Jared slaps Jensen on the chest, "Now, start channeling Dean. We got us some demons to kill."

~*~*~*~*~*~

He falls back onto his bed with a enormous sigh. One day back and he's already exhausted. And god damn it, he can't get her out of his head! He wishes that it wasn't after one in the morning so that he could call his Momma and talk it all out with her. That's one smart woman and whomever God intended him to end up with in the end, he hopes its a woman like that.

Actually, if he's honest with himself he wants nothing more than to talk it out with Kristen. More than anything he feels bad about just leaving her like that. He was raised better than that. But, with another glance at the clock, he realizes that its far too fucking late to be calling anyone right now.

So he sighs and rolls over, kicking his boots off and curling his fist into his pillow.

The phone jerks him awake what feels like seconds later, but he sees is actually forty-five minutes later. He has no idea who could be calling him at two in the morning, but he hopes like hell no one's been hurt.

He clears his throat and presses the 'call' button, "'Lo?"

"Jensen?" she says down the line, small pixie voice worried, "Sorry to call you so late."

We're Going Down (Down)

inevitablefict — Tue, 30 Jan 2007 13:33:50 GMT

Title: We're Going Down (Down)
Author: oops_pig
Disclaimer: None of this is real .....
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/ Kristen Bell
Rating: Let's make it R just to be safe
Summary: The media and sex often don't mix.
Author's Notes: Companion piece to Coffee and Answering Machines and Raspberries. This is turning into a series! It wasn't supposed to! Kristen's POV

It's typical that the first thing she sees when she steps out of her car is Jensen and Jared wrapped around each other, a huge grin on Jen's face and Jared's body wracked with laughter.

He looks very different to how he left her the night before. Then he was wearing a plain green tee-shirt that almost matched his eyes and a pair of well-worn jeans, the denim soft beneath her fingers. Now he's wrapped in a black suit and a crisp white shirt, collar open and no tie. She thinks he looks just as good in both.

As soon as she begins her way down the red carpet cameras flash and reporters shove their microphones in her face. She's not quite sure what tonight is about, but she kind of assumes it's just another chance to throw them all in one room and fling idiotic questions at them. Oh, she loves her job.

She speaks to one of the reporters from E briefly, answering questions about where Veronica Mars is going, and is she happy it's been picked up for a third season. The questions are normal, exactly what she expected, and she answers with a smile on her face, almost on autopilot.

She jumps a little when she feels fingers on the small of her back, saying 'hey' the only way they can. She turns towards him with a smile that could light up a room and he leans in and places a kiss on her cheek, his lips slipping as close to the corner of her mouth as he dares. He smells of beer and she smiles as she thinks of him and Jared in their hotel room chilling with a beer while they get ready. Or maybe that's too much a girl thing.

He's speaking to the reporter now, answering inane questions about Supernatural and she can't help but smile stupidly. Really, incredibly stupidly as she remembers how good his lips felt on hers the night before. She'd care to repeat that any time.

She mentally shakes herself out of her reverie and, lightly touching his arm, signals that she's going to keep moving. She waves hello to Jared and Chad Michael Murray, who seem to be checking out a couple of the girls from America's Next Top Model. Shaking her head at them, she greets Julie, Percy and Tina who are standing together discussing something. She grins and wraps her arm around Julie's waist, leaning into her.

"How was your date with mystery-man last night?" Julie asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Date was wonderful. Mystery man was wonderful." she grins and leans into her friend more.

"Are you seeing him again?"

She shrugs, "Hopefully eventually. He's a pretty busy guy."

"In the business then, obviously." Percy states and she nods.

*~*~*~*~*~*

She's hanging out with Jason when she sees him next. He and Jared step up to the bar and Jen orders beer, while Jared grins at her, "How you been, Kristen?" he asks, "Life bein' good to you?"

"Life has been wonderful lately," she says as she catches Jensen's eye.

"There's a party up at Mike's later. You plannin' on coming down?" he asks.

Jason grins as the two shake hands, "I'm down for a party. He won't care, will he?"

Jared laughs his big booming laugh, "Mike never cares if people he's never met in his life crash. He's sure as hell not goin' to care if you join in the fun."

"What about you Kris?" Jensen asks, "You plannin' on making an appearance?"

"Well, I was planning on going home and seeing if this new guy I'm seeing wanted to come round," she smiles slyly at Jensen, "But I guess I could think about it."

"Naw," Jared laughs, "'m sure you'd have much more fun with your man."

Jensen nods, "I'd say so. I might go crash myself afterwards. Not really in the mood for Mike's charade's tonight."

"I don't blame you," Jason exclaims, "The guy's crazy!"

And they're off on a tangent about the insane stunts Mike Rosenbaum has pulled over the years.

*~*~*~*~*~*

When she answers the door to him a few hours later he looks exhausted. She opens her arms to him and he falls into her, hugging her so hard it almost hurts.

He's lost the jacket, but he's still dressed in his suit, right down to the shiny black shoes. She, on the other hand is wearing sweatpants and an old college sweatshirt her sister left her and has taken her makeup off.

He mutters what sounds like, "So much better than Mike's" into her neck and she giggles.

She pushes him over to the sofa and he falls onto it gratefully, sighing and pulling her down onto him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she sighs into him.

Leaning his head back his eyes drop closed and he groans, running his hands up and down her back, "What a crazy night. I hate 'em."

She looks at him in surprise, "But you act so happy all night! You don't really hate them."

"Babe," he drawls, "'M not an actor for nothin'"

She cuddles into him, her legs underneath her and tucked into his lap, his heart beating under her hand, "Well, I enjoy them."

*~*~*~*~*~*

She jolts awake as he moves under her.

Snapping her eyes open she can see him grinning, "Must've been exhausted," he drawls, "We fell asleep."

She blushes a little, slightly aroused at the thick Texas in his sleep-rough voice.

She leans into him and places her lips over his. He grabs her upper arms and suddenly she's on her back with him looming above her.

He runs his hand over the top of her head gently and she feels goose-bumps erupt on her legs. He runs a finger down her cheek and traces her bottom lip. She smiles into his touch and holds his intense gaze with her own. She feels like she's in one of her movies and half expects someone to yell 'cut' at any moment.

She reaches up for him and draws his head down to her own. Lips touch lips and suddenly his tongue is in her mouth, causing her to lose her breath and arch up towards him. His fingers reach under her sweatshirt and draw patient lines on her bare skin. She threads her fingers through the short hair at the base of his neck, massaging and effectively drawing him closer.

He disentangles himself from her mouth and drops his head onto her shoulder, groaning lustfully. She can feel him digging into her thigh as she rubs her hands across his shoulders, feeling crisp cotton under her touch. He melts into her. She can feel his lips moving on his neck and she isn't sure if he's saying anything or if its just light kisses. The thrum beat of blood in her ears is too loud for her to hear him, even if he was speaking to her.

He looks at her, green eyes dark with lust and she thinks he might just explode out of his pants in a moment.

He half rolls off her and, laying on his back, throws one arm over his eyes and groans. She, with a strangely shaking hand, reaches out and runs her finger over the obvious bulge in front of her.

"Kris," he says, almost warningly, those eyes back on her.

She smiles and does it again. His eyes fall closed again, the hand falling back over his face.

She cups him in the palm of her hand, feeling the heat from under the pants. His head falls back and his hips thrust up just slightly. She sits up and begins to unbutton his shirt, kissing each piece of tanned flesh as its revealed to her. He's sitting up slightly now, eyes wide and mouth a little slack, "Kris," he says in his Texas husk, "What're you doin'?"

"I want to see you," she motions for him to lean forward now that his shirt is undone so that she can slip it off his shoulders.

"Kris," he stops her, a hand on her wrist, "What're we doin'?"

She blows out the front of her hair, "Obviously if I have to explain, I'm not doing a very good job."

"You're doin' a wonderful job," he pushes hair out of her face, "But're you sure this is a good idea? You know'm goin' back to Vancouver in the mornin'."

She nods, "I know, but so what? We're both consenting adults."

"Feels kinda like a one-night stand, doncha think?"

Her mouth drops open and, pushing him away, she leaps up hoping for a height advantage while he's sitting down, "Well, if that's what you think then maybe you should just go."

He nods and, buttoning his shirt back up, gets up off the sofa, "It's better off this way" he says low before letting himself out.

She's rooted to the spot for minutes before she can put herself to bed.

Raspberries

inevitablefict — Mon, 29 Jan 2007 13:42:24 GMT

Title: Raspberry
Author: oops_pig
Disclaimer: None of this is real .....
Pairing:Rating: PG-13
Summary: The smell of her, of raspberries, permeate his senses and he can't stop thinking about her
Author's Notes: Companion piece to Coffee and Answering Machines. Jensen's POV

He's still not sure what possessed him to pick up the phone and call her. If you asked him he'd tell you it was to get Jared off his back; Jared who breathed down his neck the whole message.

Jared was the only reason he called her in the first place, yes. His incessant moaning, pleas and insistence that he was only trying to get Jensen laid. Not that Jensen just wanted to call her for the sex; no, that wasn't it at all. It was the fact that he could still feel her tiny waist around his hand the fact that he had woken up with the smell of raspberries, the same smell that he'd caught a whiff of in her hair, that smell in his nostrils for days after he'd seen her last.

He also isn't sure what possessed him to lead her away from the crowds, crowds of story-hungry reporters at that, just to hug her to him and get another quick whiff of that raspberry goodness. He's not used to having something so small in his arms. After such a long friendship with Jared he's gotten used to big. Her teeny tiny waist feels good under his fingertips as he strokes the cotton of her dress, a fleeting thought about her breasts under the same fingertips flies through his head. He grins as he releases her and wonders where this will go as he leads her away.

~*~*~*~*~*~

They strike up a tentative friendship that the media could easily assume would come down to them being so suddenly on the same network. They both know that it's more than that; something primal and, well, simpler. They have a connection, the same odd connection that he and Jared had at first meeting. Jared loves it; this friendship that is struck up over answering machine messages. He tells Jensen that he thinks its like being back in high school. Or the 1950's. He tells Jensen that he's courting her. Jensen just slaps him upside the head and tells him to go back to work.

But, there it is. He's courting her.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The next time he's in LA, even though he knows he'll be seeing her that night at the next CW evening, he calls her up and invites her out with him. He knows that she's busy filming; hell, he's only in LA two days and then he and Jay are back in Vancouver, but he'd like to see her outside of a working environment. He wants to see if she tastes as good as she smells. And as soon as that thought is out of his head, he's regretting it.

He calls her anyway and asks her out. As fate has it he's in luck and she's not shooting on the Wednesday afternoon. She's free to leave set anytime after about one. Can he pick her up from her West Hollywood apartment?

He can and he does.

~*~*~*~*~*~

She's wearing jeans and a pretty little white thing even though it's about 50 degrees. She looks amazing; all golden skin and California dreamin'.

He grins at her from his spot leaning on her door frame and straightens up, "I didn't bring you flowers or anythin'. Guess I'm not that much of a date, huh?"

She smiles back, a tugpull at the corner of her lips and chuckles deep in her throat, "I don't mind. I'm not much of a sucker for flowers and candy anyway. Ice-cream gets me."

"Duly noted," he nods as he follows into her apartment.

The living room is bathed in late afternoon winter sun and the room is painted in a cheerful yellow. It feels homely, and he supposes it should be. She lives here all the time, as opposed to when she's just filming.

There's a mural of photos on one wall, pinned casually on a cork-board along with a few fake plastic flowers and one of those cheesy umbrellas you get in gaudy cocktails. There's one of her with a guy who looks astonishingly like her, blonde hair and big grin whom he assumes is her brother. There's a couple of her in the make up chair with garish colors on her cheeks and eyelids, hair sprayed into a huge coif, and quite a few of her with Jason Dohring, Teddy Dunn and a couple other people he recognizes from the show. There are a whole bunch of her with pretty home-town girls and right, smack-bang in the middle, is the one of the two of them that was taken at the last CW event. It's been professionally printed and that makes him grin, that she'd care enough to put the two of them up on the wall. Something warm and gooey slides down his spine.

She pokes him in the middle of his back with a fingernail, and he swings round to face her, his "Dean Winchester - Sex God" grin on his face. He points at the photograph, "You like me that much, huh?"

She shrugs, "It's the only picture I have of you. And you look kinda cute. Until I get another one, it stays."

He can deal with that, and he leads her out of the apartment and into the dying Los Angeles sunshine, "What do you feel like doin' gorgeous? This bein' your neighborhood an all, I figure you can pick."

She grins wide and bounces on the balls of her feet, reminding him of a smaller version of Jared when he's excited, and it makes his heart skip a beat, "You wanna go to Starrbucks and grab a coffee? It's just down the block, and I could really go for a Vanilla Chai Tea."

"You actually drink that crap?" he pulls a face, "I suppose they make plain black, right?"

She shrugs, "Sure. Although you can't really call that coffee. It doesn't even have sugar in it."

"Sugar," he says as he slips her arm through his, "I don't need any more sweetness with you around."

~*~*~*~*~*~

She laughs and he grins right through the whole afternoon as they chat about anything and everything, her teasing him about his Texan accent that slips out when he's feeling relaxed and not on set and he about her vegetarianism, telling her he'll have to take her out for a big, juicy Texas steak.

They end up splitting a pizza and find they both like plain cheese the best. Jensen sinks down on her ancient sofa and thinks idly that he'll never be able to move again. She puts on some terribly cheesy horror movie and he spends the whole time pointing out how the special effects are done as she hides her face in his chest. The smell of raspberry wafts up his nose everytime she moves and he wonders if he's died and gone to heaven.

When the movie ends, she jumps up off the sofa and puts her hands on her hips, flicking long blonde hair that he feels the urge to run his fingers through out of his face, "I hate to kick you out like this but its almost ten and I work in the morning."

He holds out his hands for her to pull him off the sofa and he eases himself up, catching her before she trips over the rug on the floor. He ends up, somehow, with both hands around her soft, small waist and smiling down into her upturned face, "Don't bother me at all. I'll see you tomorrow night, right?"

She nods and he thinks, but isn't sure, that maybe she's stopped breathing, "Yeah. I'll be there with my media face on."

He chuckles and pushes a strand of hair away from her face, feeling the silk between his fingers, "Good. Guess I'll see you then." he replies, still not moving away.

She wraps tiny hands around his neck and stands on her tip-toes, breath ghosting along his lips, "You going to kiss me goodnight?" she asks, almost silently.

He swallows hard and tries to smile as his heart almost crashes its way out of his chest.

She tastes of cherries and cheese, and he can still smell those damned raspberries. Her hair falls through his fingers as he wraps them in the blonde. Lips rub soft against his, insistent, and he can guarantee he's going to need a cold shower when he gets back to his hotel room.

She pulls away and smiles shyly, "Well, now I'm fucked." she tells him softly.

"Yeah," he agrees, still not letting go, "Yeah, me too."

Coffee and Answering Machines

inevitablefict — Sun, 28 Jan 2007 13:01:26 GMT

Title: Coffee and Answering Machines
Author: oops_pig
Disclaimer: None of this is real .....
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/ Kristen Bell
Rating: Family friendly for all
Summary: Kristen can't figure out why the smell of coffee reminds her so much of him.
Author's Notes: Written for la_folle_allure so that she doesn't have to kill a man

She's not quite sure why, but when she walks into the Starbucks in West Hollywood the smell of fresh coffee reminds her of him. Considering he was drinking whisky last time she saw him, she's not quite sure why this is.

Trotting through the Los Angeles dusk, the sky unusually light considering the time, trying to get to her destination before the rain starts. Her mind is on nothing, and everything and she startles every time the thunder rattles the heavens, as she pushes the door open, senses assaulted by that coffee smell, permeating her brain. His face is before her eyes almost immediately, green-gold eyes glittering as he smiled at her, at the camera, at the reporter. She's never thought about him before, ever, and she doesn't even think she'd recognize him out of context, so she's not quite sure why this smell of coffee so reminds her of him.

~*~*~*~*~

The next time she sees him, she realizes why she has started associating the smell of coffee with him. He leans over her to Jared and whispers some comment or other and he smells of it. Not that horrible instant stuff her mother insists on drinking or the disgusting muck they call coffee on set, but the real true-life stuff. He smells of her apartment on her days off when she boils the water and pours it over freshly-ground coffee beans, releasing that coffee smell into her surrounds. It makes her crave a cup, full to the brim with frothy milk and chocolate, or just straight black.

A reporter wanders over and asks them to pose together. Jensen winds an arm around her waist and she tingles a little as he pulls her into him. This press junket gig has something going for it - she gets to be surrounded by some of the best looking men in television all night. And this one still smells like coffee.

She's not quite sure why she's so drawn to him. There's something about his quiet confidence. He's so different from his character. Dean is all cocky confidence. Jensen omits this air of grace. He's happy enough to be here, she can tell, but he'd rather be at home drinking beer and watching the game with Jared.

She's heard rumors that he and Jared are together. Together in a romantic capacity, and while she's never thought there was anything wrong with that, she just can't believe it with Jensen. Maybe she doesn't want to believe it, but really. Her gaydar has always been pretty good.

She discovers that she fits almost perfectly under his chin, and that the muscles in his back feel as spectacular as they look from a distance.

She also discovers, a few days later when she is browsing the internet, that they look good together. Better than good. She never noticed how sweet he was. And that slightly shocks her.

She calls Alexis, who she knows is still in LA and begs Jared's number off her. With Jared's number in her hand, she places a nervous call to him. They've only been on the same network a little while, and she barely knows the guy. Barely knows Jensen at that. So her fingers shake as she dials the numbers, and her heart beats like a teenager on her first date.

Jared's voicemail picks up, low Texas drawl inviting her to leave a message, and she does, her voice straining down the line sounding weak and pathetic even to her ears, "Hey Jared. This is Kristen Bell. Uh, I play Veronica on Veronica Mars. Um, we're on the CW on Tuesday nights." Nervous laughter, "You probably knew that already. Listen, I was wondering, uh, if it was at all possible to get Jensen's number off him. I, um, I couldn't tell you why. But, well, never mind. I'm being stupid I guess. Hope shooting is going well and I'll see you next press event, I guess. Uh, bye."

She hangs up and all but throws her phone at the wall. Stupid, stupid thing to do she thinks. Calling up the poor guy's best friend. What is this, high school?

She expects they'll get a good laugh out of it, and she'll get a ribbing the next time she sees Mike and Jared in the same room together. It's a train-wreck waiting to happen. But she'll expect it and it'll fly off her back.

Shaking her head she pulls on some jeans and heads off to set.

~*~*~*~*~

She gets home from set close to midnight three days later to find her answering machine light blinking. She figures its her mother calling to remind her about her sister's birthday next week and, as she walks past slinging off her jacket she touches the button to listen.

Instead of her mothers voice coming out of the little black box beside her front door gabbing about cake and party pies, she hears the tired yet distinctive voice of Jensen Ackles, "Hey Kristen. I guess you're at work right now, but I just wanted to call and say that Jared gave me your message. Thought I'd call you back instead of him, bit more personal ya know. Things are real hectic here at the moment; it's about 11am and I've just gotten off set. Jay an I were in makeup at six this mornin'. Sure you know what that's like. Anyway, just lettin' you know that I got your message and my cell is (323) 662-8155 so gimme a call if you're round. Late at night is probably better for me, though, just so you know. I'll, uh, guess I'll talk to you soonish."

Her heart thuds in her chest and she almost spontaneously combusts as she falls onto her couch laughing. She replays the message once more, jotting down his number on a piece of paper before practically stumbling through her bedtime routine and falling asleep, ready for her five o'clock start.

~*~*~*~*~

She speaks to him three nights in a row. She calls the first time, he the other two. He sounds lonely, exhausted and cold and she feels all kinds of sorry for the guy. They laugh and chatter about mindless things for 99% of the conversation, and she's not too sure what he's playing at, but the sound of his voice is soothing and placating, even if she does think it's just all in her head.

~*~*~*~*~

The next press thing they're at he comes up to her and, pulling her slightly aside from the mayhem, wraps his arms around her. Her head lays on his shoulder and she can smell stale cigarettes and something very masculine on him. She pats him lightly on the back and, pulling away, grins at him, "Hey Jen. You alright?"

"Yeah," he shakes his head as if clearing cobwebs, "Yeah, I'm good. Guess I just miss you, is all. You been here long?"

He steers her back into the crowd, one hand at the base of her back and a smile on his face.

She could kinda see this going somewhere.

Shiver - Epilogue | The Finish Line

inevitablefict — Sat, 27 Jan 2007 09:48:54 GMT

Shiver - Chapter Sever | Shiver

inevitablefict — Sat, 27 Jan 2007 09:43:22 GMT

Shiver - Interlude Six | You Could Be Happy

inevitablefict — Fri, 26 Jan 2007 13:32:34 GMT

Shiver - Chapter Six | The Fear You Won't Fall

inevitablefict — Fri, 26 Jan 2007 13:08:56 GMT

Title: Shiver
Author: oops_pig
Disclaimer: We all know that none of this is real…
Pairing: Jensen/OFC, Past Jensen/Jared
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jensen falls in love with someone that isn't Jared. Someone that is a girl.
Genre: Romance
Author's Notes: The Fear You Won't Fall | Joshua Radin

Interlude Five | Just Looking

Chapter Six - The Fear You Won't Fall

I know you're scared that I'll soon be over it
That's part of it all
Part of the beauty of falling in love with you is the fear you won't fall
It hasn't felt like this before

January 2007

January 1, 2007

Jensen wandered in with a plate of steaks in his hand and a wide easy grin on his face, his eyes doing that crinkly thing that Charlie loved so much.

He squeezed her butt as he walked past her, "I could get used to seeing you cooking in my kitchen ya know."

She rolled her eyes at him, "I'm making a salad."

"And you look extremely hot doing it," he dumped the steaks in the oven and turned to walk back out the door, kissing her on top of her head as he passed.

Charlie rolled her eyes at Ali, who was sitting on a stool beside the bench.

Ali shook her head, a smile on her face, "You know, I've never seen him like that with anyone. Not even Jared, and the two of them were always so close. Like - you know - heterosexual life partner close."

Charlie laughed at the irony in Ali's statement, although she knew the little blonde girl wouldn't really get it, "Well, I'm just glad I'm here with him, you know? This feels like something I'd be doing with my friends back home. And you guys feel just as close as my other friends."

"What was that about other friends? You have friends that aren't us?" Mike asked as he wandered through the kitchen to get another beer out of the cooler in the corner, "You should ditch 'em immediately and hang out with us more."

"You guys spend all your time in Vancouver," Charlie stated, branding her tomato knife at Mike, "That's a little far away from my life."

"So what's going to happen at the end of your trip? You're going home and that's it?" Mike asked, taking a swig from the bottle in his hand.

Charlie shrugged and resumed cutting, "What else can I do?" she asked, "Everything I know is over there. Jen's just a guy, you know?"

Ali shook her head, "Charlie, Jen's not just a guy. Not any guy anyway. He's the best thing that's ever happened to you, and you're the best thing that's ever happened to him."

Mike nodded, "I've never seen the guy so pussy-whipped. He wasn't even ever that Paddy-whipped."

Ali laughed a little at Mike but nodded in agreement, "And he was pretty strung up on the guy."

"I don't want to break his heart again like that, but it's just not viable for me to be here," Charlie shook her head, "And we'll have it over our heads my whole trip."

Mike slung an arm over Charlie's shoulder, his beer dangling down, and stole a piece of cheese, "We'll all just have fun. There's nothing else we can do. Just let go and have fun."

Charlie kissed him lightly on the cheek, "That's exactly what I want. Now, if you steal my cheese again I'm going to castrate you with my knife."

*****

January 3, 2007

Jensen ran a hand up the side of Charlie's body, leaving a wake of goose-bumps behind. Charlie arched her back into him, feeling his cock bump up against her thigh, sticky pre-come leaving a trail of goo on her leg.

She kissed him softly, her hands traveling down his back, muscles stretching and reacting under her fingertips.

His lips met hers, softer than any male lips she'd ever touched, and he tasted of toothpaste and clean. She ran her tongue over his lips, feeling his mouth fall open at her touch, and she slipped in. She kissed him slowly for a moment before he broke free and kissed his way down her neck, passing all her sensitive spots.

She was aching for him, and he was enjoying teasing her immensely.

Slipping her hand south she wrapped it around his cock and gave it a twistpull towards her, enticing a moan from his mouth, as his head fell back against the pillow. She grinned into his skin as she slipped down, kissing his stomach and feeling his muscles contracting under her.

Laying her head on his stomach she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and squeezed gently. Closing her eyes she licked the tip lightly, tasting musk and salt. He groaned above her and she smiled. Taking the purple head in her mouth she sucked lightly, pulling her teeth back and away from him.

"Feels good," he ground out, bucking his hips up towards her. She smiled around him and slipped him down her throat further, "Don't-" he moaned.

She pulled away slowly, "Don't what?" she asked, grinning at him, "Don't stop? Don't let you come in my mouth?"

"Don't stop?" he drew out, green eyes on her, lit up.

She grinned at him and bent her head back down to him, stroking her tongue over his sensitive flesh. Taking him back down her throat, she gently sucked him, as she felt his thighs shake under her palms and his hands come to wrap around her hair. Running his balls in her hand, she felt him tense up, groaning above her.

As he came she swallowed around him, tasting salt. As his body went limp under her, she lay down next to him, smiling over at him. He opened one eye, cat-like and grinned back at her. Leaning over he kissed her deeply, tasting himself on her lips and pulling her into his arms.

*****
January 7, 2007

"I can't believe we have to go to this thing," Charlie popped her head out of the shower curtain and pulled a face at the mirror where Jensen was standing shaving, "I mean, I know this is what you get paid for, but don't you hate it?"

He looked at her, eyes laughing in his reflection, "Yeah, but what can I do. I'm rather be in the shower with you."

She flicked water at him, "You were just in the shower with me."

"Doesn't mean I can't still be."

Rolling her eyes she closed the curtains and returned to washing her hair, "It's just not fair. I mean, I'm going to be surrounded by perfect actresses and I'll look so completely mundane. It's ever woman's nightmare!"

Crossing the little room and pulling back the shower curtain, he frowned at her, a tiny bit of foam still on his chin, "You shouldn't say that. You'll be the best looking woman in the room."

She looked at him in amazement, "These women have professional stylists! How am I supposed to be the best looking one there?"

"You'll have a stylist too," he told her, as if this was obvious, "You can just ask Ali or Kristen."

"I'm not doing that," she replied, brushing past him, "It'll be fine. I have a dress. I'll be fine." she kissed him on the lips softly as she wrapped herself in the towel he'd handed her.

He grinned and followed her into the bedroom, "I got somethin' for ya. To go with your dress. I hope you like it." He turned an endearing shade of red and pulled out a velvet jewelry box from the night-stand beside the bed. Handing it to her he blushed again, "It was my grand-momma's. Momma gave it to me when I was telling her about you. My Grand-momma wore it on her wedding day."

She lifted the lid to find a white-gold eternity necklace. Gasping she stared at him, "You're kidding right? This thing probably costs more than my life!"

"Babe," he reached over for her and, roughly pulling her to him, kissed her lightly, "I want you to wear it. It'll look great on you."

"Oh, I'm not debating that point, because you're completely right. But Jen, your Grandmother's wedding necklace? That's a pretty big step considering we haven't even talked about where this is heading."

Jensen wrapped a hand in her hair, "Char, I'm fallin' in love with you. Can you not see it."

"I can see it," she was staring at the ground, "It just scares the crap out of me."

"Me too," he murmured, "Cos it hasn't been so long."

"No, no it hasn't. And we live such separate lives"

"Will you wear the necklace?" he asked quietly, "For me?"

She nodded up at him, "For you, anything."

*****
January 10, 2007

"This is really good barbecue Mrs Ackles."

"Please darlin'," Donna shot a wink at Jensen from across the table, "I told you to call me Donna."

Charlie ducked her head and grinned, "I'm sorry. I've known my best friend since high school and I still call her mother Mrs Eriksson."

"Don't be sorry babe, just you call me Donna from now on."

"So Charlie," Alan leaned across the table, "You work in radio?"

She nodded around a mouthful of steak, "Yeah," she said after swallowing, "I started in production and eventually worked my way up to becoming a DJ. Well, my roommate got me the job. He was starting a new show in the morning slot and asked me to join him. It all kind of grew from there."

"You like it?" Donna asked.

"Oh, I love it," Charlie's eyes lit up, "The early morning are horrible, but the job is so much fun. I don't think I'd do anything else."

"Will it be terribly difficult for you to get a job over here?" Alan asked curiously.

Charlie looked at him in confusion, "Why would I be getting a job over here?" she asked, just as curiously.

"Well, we assumed, since you and Jen are getting on so well that you'd be moving over to give it a try." Alan furrowed his brow, "Did I assume something wrong."

"No, no," Charlie corrected him, "You didn't assume wrong. Jen and I haven't even talked about it yet." She gave Jensen a look that said 'You're in trouble mister.'

Jensen shrugged at her, "I'd love you to move over."

"We can talk about it later," she told him and turned back to her meal.

*****
January 14, 2007

Jensen sat back on the bed grumpily, his eyebrows mashed together and his green eyes murky like sand kicked up under water, watching her pack, "You know I want you to stay, right?"

"You know you're moving back to Vancouver tomorrow, right?"

He sighed, "I know. But you can come too, ya know."

"What am I supposed to do in Vancouver for fifteen hours a day while you work, Jensen? I know no one. As much as I've fallen in love with you, and I have, we both know that viably this can't work for us right now."

"'M gonna miss you."

She sat down heavily on the bed next to him, "I'm going to miss you too Jen, but we both know that this isn't going to work in the long run." She leaned over and kissed him; deeply, softly, sliding her hand up his thigh, feeling the reassuring weight under him.

He kissed her back as if he was dying and she was his life-raft, lifting her onto him and covering both her cheeks with his hands, "Don't know how 'm goin' to stand it without you round." He murmured into her skin, tasting her as he spoke.

"You'll survive," she whispered back into him, "We both will just go on as we began."

Interlude Six | You Could Be Happy

Shiver - Interlude Five | Just Looking

inevitablefict — Wed, 24 Jan 2007 04:17:53 GMT

Shiver - Chapter Five | What You Want

inevitablefict — Wed, 24 Jan 2007 03:00:18 GMT