Fill: Fic Survey Results Chapter 6
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junkerin
Genre: RPF
Pairing: Jared/Jensen,
Rating: NC-17
Beta:cappy712weresoclose
Word count: This part 3.00
Warnings: non-con/dub-con,ABO, public claiming, humiliation, punishment, knotting
Summary: Alpha Jensen
Omega Jared
Chapter 6
Alan Ackles aimed a gun at Jared and pulled the trigger.
For Jensen everything happened in slow motion. Jared had been blushing, accepting his plaque and begun his speech when suddenly his father had interrupted in Jared's moment of triumph. Out of instinct he moved closer to his mate. When he saw the gun in his fathers hand, he pushed Jared out of the way. The next thing he knew he was on the ground and Jared was calling frantically for help.
Jared hadn’t seen Alan until he had screamed at him and pulled the gun. And before Jared could react Jensen had pushed him out of the way upon hearing the shot. While Alan had been pushed to the floor and been held down by three security guards, Jared knelt next to Jensen and tried to stop the bleeding. “Help! Call the ambulance.” Jared pressed his hands to Jensen's wound trying to stop the blood. He heard Misha asking if there was a doctor in the audience. Then there was a balding man beside him and he ordered Jared to hold Jensen’s head. A little while later the paramedics arrived and pushed Jared out of the way. They put Jensen on a stretcher and in the ambulance and off they were. Leaving a blood stained shocked Jared behind.
Chris and Misha appeared at his side and wanted to help guide him to the car so he could follow Jensen to the hospital. But he shucked them off and it was like watching a transformation. One moment Jared was broken and covered in blood and the next moment he became … a leader.
“Ladies and Gentlemen we came to celebrate the change and if the evening has proven anything it’s that we have a long way ahead of us. And now please excuse me, I want to be with my mate.” And with that he turned around and walked out.
“Chris, get me a car – fast- ask for a police escort if you must. Mom, Dad would you please come with me to the hospital, Chad I need you to go home and pick some clothes and things for Jensen and me. I’ll be staying with him.”
Jared ran to the waiting limo. Chris had really managed to get a police escort for them. Sitting in the car Jared carefully felt along the bond. When Jensen had been hit he had felt - everything - and it had taken some time to distance himself from the bond.
He could feel Jensen through the bond and knew he was still alive but he could also feel the pain he was in. Before he could contain it he groaned in pain. “Jared are you okay?” his mother asked with a worried voice. “You can feel it. Right, Jared? You must distance yourself Jared before you're hurt as well.” His father advised. Jared nodded and realized they had reached the hospital. There were quite a few reporters waiting for Jared “Chris will you please handle the press for now?”
“Yes off course.”
Jared hurried down the corridor to the ER.
“My name is Jared Padalecki. My mate, Senator Ackles, was brought in several minutes ago.” Jared told the nurse behind the counter.
“Oh yes Sir, I'll show you to a waiting room a doctor will be shortly with you.”
“Thank you.”
The nurse took Jared, his parents and Chris to a private waiting room and Jared started pacing the room. Misha, Tom and Mike showed up while he was on his 56th lap. Chad arrived on his 85th lap. But it took Jared more than 115 laps in the waiting room before a very tired surgeon appeared.
“Family of Jensen Ackles?”
“Yes that’s me. My name is …”
“Oh Mr. Padalecki. I’m so sorry to meet you under these tragic circumstances. I performed the surgery on Senator Ackles.”
“How is he?”
“Mr. Ackles was hit by the bullet in his left shoulder. The bullet shattered his collar bone and went out through his back. He lost a lot of blood. We were able to repair the damaged tissue and set the bones. But he's lost a lot of blood and hasn’t regained consciousness yet so we have to wait and …”
“Can I see him?” Jared asked.
“As I said he hasn’t regained consciousness.”
“I understand but he is my mate!”
“Okay, but I'm going to limit your visit to ten minutes, he needs to rest.”
“Thank you. I would appreciate if you would later release a statement together with me. Chris would you please arrange something for …” Jared checked his watch and found it was 4 a.m. “…for ten a.m.?”
Jared was led to the ICU. Jensen was in a bed hooked up on at least five different machines that were beeping and showing blood pressure, breathing rate and other vitals Jared neither knew or cared about. The only thing he cared about was lying in the bed.
“Jensen,” Jared whispered sitting down carefully in a chair beside the bed and taking his hand. “I’m sorry. The last thought I had before this whole mess started was, I wanted to kill you. I’m so sorry.”
Jared’s next couple of days evolved around Jensen's bed and their assigned waiting room. Jensen showed no sign of waking and Jared started to look exhausted. He had given daily updates a growing crowed of reporters; their becoming national news. One evening when Jared still refused to go home his mother pulled him aside: “Jared we have to talk. Your mate needs you. I know your father told you to close the bond but that is where you can reach Jensen, show him the light. Open the bond, be the mate you always wanted to be. Forgive him, and I know this is the hardest part, forgive him and choose him this time for real.”
Jared swallowed and nodded. He knew his mother was right but it was easier said than done.
“And remember Jared, he took a bullet for you. That should mean something right? Now go in and reach out through the bond call your mate.”
Jensen was dreaming. He was alone and cold for a long, long time. Then after a hundred years or so there was a little light, like a candle light, far away and Jensen moved toward it. Then he heard a voice far away like the light and Jensen knew the voice, it was his mate. Suddenly he was in his ancient wolf form and in the forest. It was night and the full moon was bright in the sky above him.
There was a large clearing before him not so different like the one from his mating fight. And again there was a crowd gathered, a beautiful large omega with the eyes of his mate was standing tall and proud in the middle. “You have no right to challenge me. I’m the pack leader now.” “You are just an omega! This pack must have an alpha! Now!” a little, devious looking alpha had spoken and on his command three more alphas stepped forward to hold the omega down. The omega fought, but against four of them he had no chance. Soon the three alphas were holding the omega down while the first alpha claimed him. His cries and pleas for help echoed through the clearing.
“You don’t have to pity me.” The omega he was looking at was suddenly by his side watching the events on the clearing. “I killed him three years later in his sleep and the other three too.” His voice was cold with restrained hurt and furry. “Worry about your mate. A real mating fight is a thing of beauty, strength and intelligence. The omega chooses the next pack alpha and usually the omega can’t be defeated if he doesn’t choose too. I'll tell you a secret.” He leaned closer to Jensen's wolf ears “We are stronger than alphas. We have more compassion and we can bear children. It is an honor to be chosen by an omega.”
Jensen’s dream changed again and he saw himself claiming Jared in the TV studio the strange omega was still by his (human) side “This wasn’t any better than what Mark did to me in the clearing.” They were in the clearing and watched his mating fight. “This is a thing of beauty. We alphaomegas want to be admired for our strength we are nothing fragile that has to be watched. We are fighters, hunters, warriors. Treat us as such. Respect us.” The strange omega faded into black and Jensen was alone again but as he looked around he saw the candle flame and heard a far away voice calling his name. He turned toward his mate and started running and calling out for Jared.
Jared was drop dead tired. Okay so he never really cared about the mating bond saw it more like a necessary evil but it had always shimmered in the background. And now when for the first time in his life he wanted to use the bond, not only feel along it, it was so much harder than he expected. His head hurt, he is nose had started to bleed and all together he felt just terrible.
His mother was by his side offering support as far as she could. “You never participated in an intact and strong bond. Now your mate is far away – What did you expect?”
Jared had expected it to come much more easily. What he hadn’t told his mother was that he could feel quite well Jensen’s emotion. And the strongest along the bond were his shame and self loathing over Jared's claiming and his hope for forgiveness.
Jensen's mind and consciousness was much harder to connect to, well that happens when you are in a coma,what his mind supplied was not really helpful.
Then after hours and hours spent calling for Jensen he felt – no – almost heard Jensen answering. Like from the bottom of a well far away. He concentrated sending support through the bond.
All of sudden Jared was engulfed in the warm golden light of Jensen's love. Jared hadn’t expected such deep feelings from his mate. He had thought that Jensen might have desired his body; that he maybe appreciated his mind, but he had never expected this all consuming love for him. Where did that feeling come from?
No wonder that there had been so much self-loathing along the bond, when beneath it was so much love for him for him.
Jared felt like an intruder and then Jensen was standing before him: “You came for me!” Jensen’s eyes were shining with love; he reached out and kissed Jared gently on his lips.
“I couldn’t leave my lifesaver behind.” Jared answered.
“Is that all I am to you?” Jensen asked.
Jared looked around he wanted to stay in this warm, golden light of Jensen's love; he longed to stay here. But he knew he had to be honest with Jensen and himself.
“Jensen I don’t love you. But if you wake up I’m willing to give us a try. Please wake up.”
The light hadn't dimmed and Jensen looked hopeful. “I loved you this much without any hope. Will you be there when I wake up?”
“Yes. Where else would be?”
Slowly Jared woke up or came back or what ever was the right phrase for this experience. His mother was still at his side: “Could you reach your mate?” she asked with a soft voice.
“Yes I think I did.” Jared replied with a small smile. “How long was I out?”
“Only a couple of minutes since the last time we spoke. Why?”
“It felt longer.” Jared said and his mother nodded her understanding.
Jared leaned into Jensen and whispered in his ear: “Hey Jensen, you promised me to wake up. I’m waiting for you.”
Jensen opened his eyes.
Tbc
Several readers asked for m-preg. I haven´t writen any mpreg stories (yet). I know the original prompt asked or included mpreg but for me that theme calls for another story or at least an timestamp. Jared is just 22/23 and he has a career ahead of him so I don´t see him having a child yet.
Author name:
junkerinGenre: RPF
Pairing: Jared/Jensen,
Rating: NC-17
Beta:
cappy712weresocloseWord count: This part 3.00
Warnings: non-con/dub-con,ABO, public claiming, humiliation, punishment, knotting
Summary: Alpha Jensen
Omega Jared
Chapter 6
Alan Ackles aimed a gun at Jared and pulled the trigger.
For Jensen everything happened in slow motion. Jared had been blushing, accepting his plaque and begun his speech when suddenly his father had interrupted in Jared's moment of triumph. Out of instinct he moved closer to his mate. When he saw the gun in his fathers hand, he pushed Jared out of the way. The next thing he knew he was on the ground and Jared was calling frantically for help.
Jared hadn’t seen Alan until he had screamed at him and pulled the gun. And before Jared could react Jensen had pushed him out of the way upon hearing the shot. While Alan had been pushed to the floor and been held down by three security guards, Jared knelt next to Jensen and tried to stop the bleeding. “Help! Call the ambulance.” Jared pressed his hands to Jensen's wound trying to stop the blood. He heard Misha asking if there was a doctor in the audience. Then there was a balding man beside him and he ordered Jared to hold Jensen’s head. A little while later the paramedics arrived and pushed Jared out of the way. They put Jensen on a stretcher and in the ambulance and off they were. Leaving a blood stained shocked Jared behind.
Chris and Misha appeared at his side and wanted to help guide him to the car so he could follow Jensen to the hospital. But he shucked them off and it was like watching a transformation. One moment Jared was broken and covered in blood and the next moment he became … a leader.
“Ladies and Gentlemen we came to celebrate the change and if the evening has proven anything it’s that we have a long way ahead of us. And now please excuse me, I want to be with my mate.” And with that he turned around and walked out.
“Chris, get me a car – fast- ask for a police escort if you must. Mom, Dad would you please come with me to the hospital, Chad I need you to go home and pick some clothes and things for Jensen and me. I’ll be staying with him.”
Jared ran to the waiting limo. Chris had really managed to get a police escort for them. Sitting in the car Jared carefully felt along the bond. When Jensen had been hit he had felt - everything - and it had taken some time to distance himself from the bond.
He could feel Jensen through the bond and knew he was still alive but he could also feel the pain he was in. Before he could contain it he groaned in pain. “Jared are you okay?” his mother asked with a worried voice. “You can feel it. Right, Jared? You must distance yourself Jared before you're hurt as well.” His father advised. Jared nodded and realized they had reached the hospital. There were quite a few reporters waiting for Jared “Chris will you please handle the press for now?”
“Yes off course.”
Jared hurried down the corridor to the ER.
“My name is Jared Padalecki. My mate, Senator Ackles, was brought in several minutes ago.” Jared told the nurse behind the counter.
“Oh yes Sir, I'll show you to a waiting room a doctor will be shortly with you.”
“Thank you.”
The nurse took Jared, his parents and Chris to a private waiting room and Jared started pacing the room. Misha, Tom and Mike showed up while he was on his 56th lap. Chad arrived on his 85th lap. But it took Jared more than 115 laps in the waiting room before a very tired surgeon appeared.
“Family of Jensen Ackles?”
“Yes that’s me. My name is …”
“Oh Mr. Padalecki. I’m so sorry to meet you under these tragic circumstances. I performed the surgery on Senator Ackles.”
“How is he?”
“Mr. Ackles was hit by the bullet in his left shoulder. The bullet shattered his collar bone and went out through his back. He lost a lot of blood. We were able to repair the damaged tissue and set the bones. But he's lost a lot of blood and hasn’t regained consciousness yet so we have to wait and …”
“Can I see him?” Jared asked.
“As I said he hasn’t regained consciousness.”
“I understand but he is my mate!”
“Okay, but I'm going to limit your visit to ten minutes, he needs to rest.”
“Thank you. I would appreciate if you would later release a statement together with me. Chris would you please arrange something for …” Jared checked his watch and found it was 4 a.m. “…for ten a.m.?”
Jared was led to the ICU. Jensen was in a bed hooked up on at least five different machines that were beeping and showing blood pressure, breathing rate and other vitals Jared neither knew or cared about. The only thing he cared about was lying in the bed.
“Jensen,” Jared whispered sitting down carefully in a chair beside the bed and taking his hand. “I’m sorry. The last thought I had before this whole mess started was, I wanted to kill you. I’m so sorry.”
Jared’s next couple of days evolved around Jensen's bed and their assigned waiting room. Jensen showed no sign of waking and Jared started to look exhausted. He had given daily updates a growing crowed of reporters; their becoming national news. One evening when Jared still refused to go home his mother pulled him aside: “Jared we have to talk. Your mate needs you. I know your father told you to close the bond but that is where you can reach Jensen, show him the light. Open the bond, be the mate you always wanted to be. Forgive him, and I know this is the hardest part, forgive him and choose him this time for real.”
Jared swallowed and nodded. He knew his mother was right but it was easier said than done.
“And remember Jared, he took a bullet for you. That should mean something right? Now go in and reach out through the bond call your mate.”
Jensen was dreaming. He was alone and cold for a long, long time. Then after a hundred years or so there was a little light, like a candle light, far away and Jensen moved toward it. Then he heard a voice far away like the light and Jensen knew the voice, it was his mate. Suddenly he was in his ancient wolf form and in the forest. It was night and the full moon was bright in the sky above him.
There was a large clearing before him not so different like the one from his mating fight. And again there was a crowd gathered, a beautiful large omega with the eyes of his mate was standing tall and proud in the middle. “You have no right to challenge me. I’m the pack leader now.” “You are just an omega! This pack must have an alpha! Now!” a little, devious looking alpha had spoken and on his command three more alphas stepped forward to hold the omega down. The omega fought, but against four of them he had no chance. Soon the three alphas were holding the omega down while the first alpha claimed him. His cries and pleas for help echoed through the clearing.
“You don’t have to pity me.” The omega he was looking at was suddenly by his side watching the events on the clearing. “I killed him three years later in his sleep and the other three too.” His voice was cold with restrained hurt and furry. “Worry about your mate. A real mating fight is a thing of beauty, strength and intelligence. The omega chooses the next pack alpha and usually the omega can’t be defeated if he doesn’t choose too. I'll tell you a secret.” He leaned closer to Jensen's wolf ears “We are stronger than alphas. We have more compassion and we can bear children. It is an honor to be chosen by an omega.”
Jensen’s dream changed again and he saw himself claiming Jared in the TV studio the strange omega was still by his (human) side “This wasn’t any better than what Mark did to me in the clearing.” They were in the clearing and watched his mating fight. “This is a thing of beauty. We alphaomegas want to be admired for our strength we are nothing fragile that has to be watched. We are fighters, hunters, warriors. Treat us as such. Respect us.” The strange omega faded into black and Jensen was alone again but as he looked around he saw the candle flame and heard a far away voice calling his name. He turned toward his mate and started running and calling out for Jared.
Jared was drop dead tired. Okay so he never really cared about the mating bond saw it more like a necessary evil but it had always shimmered in the background. And now when for the first time in his life he wanted to use the bond, not only feel along it, it was so much harder than he expected. His head hurt, he is nose had started to bleed and all together he felt just terrible.
His mother was by his side offering support as far as she could. “You never participated in an intact and strong bond. Now your mate is far away – What did you expect?”
Jared had expected it to come much more easily. What he hadn’t told his mother was that he could feel quite well Jensen’s emotion. And the strongest along the bond were his shame and self loathing over Jared's claiming and his hope for forgiveness.
Jensen's mind and consciousness was much harder to connect to, well that happens when you are in a coma,what his mind supplied was not really helpful.
Then after hours and hours spent calling for Jensen he felt – no – almost heard Jensen answering. Like from the bottom of a well far away. He concentrated sending support through the bond.
All of sudden Jared was engulfed in the warm golden light of Jensen's love. Jared hadn’t expected such deep feelings from his mate. He had thought that Jensen might have desired his body; that he maybe appreciated his mind, but he had never expected this all consuming love for him. Where did that feeling come from?
No wonder that there had been so much self-loathing along the bond, when beneath it was so much love for him for him.
Jared felt like an intruder and then Jensen was standing before him: “You came for me!” Jensen’s eyes were shining with love; he reached out and kissed Jared gently on his lips.
“I couldn’t leave my lifesaver behind.” Jared answered.
“Is that all I am to you?” Jensen asked.
Jared looked around he wanted to stay in this warm, golden light of Jensen's love; he longed to stay here. But he knew he had to be honest with Jensen and himself.
“Jensen I don’t love you. But if you wake up I’m willing to give us a try. Please wake up.”
The light hadn't dimmed and Jensen looked hopeful. “I loved you this much without any hope. Will you be there when I wake up?”
“Yes. Where else would be?”
Slowly Jared woke up or came back or what ever was the right phrase for this experience. His mother was still at his side: “Could you reach your mate?” she asked with a soft voice.
“Yes I think I did.” Jared replied with a small smile. “How long was I out?”
“Only a couple of minutes since the last time we spoke. Why?”
“It felt longer.” Jared said and his mother nodded her understanding.
Jared leaned into Jensen and whispered in his ear: “Hey Jensen, you promised me to wake up. I’m waiting for you.”
Jensen opened his eyes.
Tbc
Several readers asked for m-preg. I haven´t writen any mpreg stories (yet). I know the original prompt asked or included mpreg but for me that theme calls for another story or at least an timestamp. Jared is just 22/23 and he has a career ahead of him so I don´t see him having a child yet.
