junkerin | Refugee - Chapter 1

Author name:

junkerin
Artist name:

zephyrchrysalis
Alpha reader:

dont_hate_me01 +

herminekurotowa
Betas::

dickensgal31 +

disizletzi
Genre: rps
Pairing: Jared/Jensen, Jensen/Mark, Jared/OMC´s, Jared/Lehne
Rating: NC17
Word count: 45.000
Warnings: Non-Con, dub-Con,
Summary: Jared lives a happy live with his family in Cambria. Untill the day a civil war destroys everything Jared has ever known. Forced to leave his home he risk everything to bring his family to the safety only Amerigo can provide.

Jensen is the National Refugee Advisor in Amerigo his job is to help the many refugees reaching Amerigo.

Then he meets Jared.
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I would like to thank you my Alpha reader for cheering me up.
To my Betas: Thank you for fast work (on the last chapter) and for pushing me to write more and more and more. :-) You guys rock!

To

zephyrchrysalis thank you for your patients. It was great working with you! Thank you for Surfer!Jared. He is great! I can´t express how grateful I am that you choose my story. I would love to work with you again. THANK YOU!

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The seven consecration steps of Mithras are:
1. Corax (Crow)
2. Nymphus (Bridesman)
3. Miles (Solider)
4. Leo (Lion)
5. Perses (Persian)
6. Heliodromus (Sun runner)
7. Pater (Father)
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Cambria = Wales
Cei Newydd = New Quay
Albion = England
Caledonia = Scotland
Liurpul = Liverpool
Brycgstow = Bristol
Caerdydd = Cardiff
Goodwick = Fishguard
Waes Fjord = Wexford
Baile Átha Cliath (BAC) = Dublin
Roscam = Galway
Markland = Labrador etc.
New Amsterdam = New York
Vonstreuben DC = Washington DC
Brith = Great Britain
Eire = Ireland
Isl = Iceland
Nunaat = Green land
Frankomerigo = Canada
Amerigo = USA
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Great parents Padalecki had four children: Jim Beaver, Ruth, Justin, Jerome

Jim: no children ---- Ruth: Chad ---- Justin: „Tom“ ----- Jerome:Jared + Tammy

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Chapter 1
Jared felt that same thrill he always got as he rode another wave back to the shore. He loved the feel of the still warm Atlantic as he glided the last twenty feet to the beach. Planting his board in the sand, he shook the water from his hair.

It was a perfect day for the beach. The sun was deliciously hot, the sky was clear with almost cartoon-perfect clouds that were just enough to break-up the endless blue. He waved to Chad sitting with his girlfriend, Gen, and grabbing his board, trudged to where they sat on a large bright red and yellow striped picnic blanket.

Jared considered catching another wave, but wanted to spend a bit more time with his friends. He looked up as his cousin, Tom, called out to him. Jared loved the feel of the soft sand on his feet. Cambria’s beaches didn’t have the shale cover you found on other Brith beaches. It was a small source of pride that their sand was soft and white.

He dropped his board and grabbed a towel spraying his friends with water and sand.

“Hey watch it!” Chad called out, trying to shield his girlfriend.

“Chad get off me!” Gen said, pushing Chad.

Shading her eyes, she looked up at Jared, while he was drying himself. “How are the waves?”

“Fantastic, I caught some really good ones,” he answered as he lay down on his towel in the warm sand.

“Tom made a vid with his cell phone.”

“Yes,” Tom laughed, “a Tristan Jared Padalecki movie, staring Jared Tristan Padalecki filmed by Tristan Jared Padalecki.”

“What?” Gen asked looking between Jared and Tom in confusion.

Jared sat up and turned to Gen. “Tom’s real name is Tristan Jared Padalecki, as you can imagine that led to some irritation, not only in our family but also at school, college and everywhere we went.”

“When I was ten years old,” Tom told a still stunned Gen, “I told my family and friends my name was now Tom and my last name would be Welling, my mother’s maiden name. Since then, everybody calls me Tom except for my mom she still calls me Tristan.” Gen giggled thinking it was a bit funny, too, that the two cousins had, basically, the same name.

“What time is it?” Jared asked no one in particular.

“Almost three,” Chad answered, “Why?”

“Then I have some time to warm up and then go back and try to catch some more waves,” Jared said getting comfortable in the warm sand. He watched the sea roll in and out. It was relaxing and distracting. It would be a long time until next summer.

“Did you hear anything about our university?” Tom asked Chad a little while later.

Chad and Jared were both 22 years old and seniors in architecture and Tom and Gen were both 21 and studying to become teachers. Chad and Jared planned to work together in the family business. Building houses, serving people, the family business. That was the Padalecki slogan.

“Come on guys,” Jared interrupted, “This is our last day at the beach. I want to enjoy it. It’s bad enough that Mom and Dad don’t talk about anything else but the Old Order and the fighting.”

“But Jared this is important,” Gen spoke up, “summer break will be over in a couple of days, but with this unstable situation and the fighting going on in Caledonia, it could be too dangerous to go back to school.”

“Caledonia is far away Gen,” Jared reminded her.

“Yes, but still, Jared. They are fighting,” Gen insisted, “on TV they showed that Heliodromus is gaining ground and I don’t know, I think I fear the worst.”

Jared shook his head.

“Jared, I know you don’t want to think about it, but it could become a concern for us very fast,” Chad backed his girlfriend up. “When the Heliodromus reach Liurpul they could start attacking Cambria.”.

Jared didn’t want to think about it, he wanted to enjoy the last days of summer with his friends, but they were doing a great job of spoiling it for him. As far as he was concerned the terror attacks were far away. They were just something you saw on TV, nothing that concerned them or their life.

“Our parents talked to Uncle Jim on Skype a couple of days ago and mom said she bought tickets for us,” Chad confessed to Jared to make it clear that their parents were seeing a clear and present danger.

“Who is US?” Gen spoke up.

Chad exchanged a look with Tom and Jared. “Us” was, according to his mother, family. And family first meant, him, Tom, Jared, and Jared’s little sister, Tammy, and, of course, their parents. Flight tickets to Amerigo were very expensive and even though their family was very well off, paying for so many tickets without a definite flight date was a stretch of their finances.

“Look, Gen…” Chad started.

“No!” Gen’s eyes sparkled with fury, “I can’t believe your mother is still mad at me because I didn’t want to get engaged to you last year!”

Jared thought she was probably right and he got why Gen had postponed the engagement. She wanted to be independent. They were young. They had all the time in the world to start a family someday.

But his Aunt Ruth had other ideas. She’d seen it as some kind of betrayal when Gen decided she wanted to finish her studies and work as a teacher before she married and had kids of her own.

Chad reached out to take Gen´s hand but she pulled away shaking her head. “No, I get it. To her, I’m not family.” She got up and walked away. Chad was up and following her.

“Gen! Chad called after her, Gen let’s talk …”

“Trouble in paradise,” Tom commented with a smirk. “She should be grateful that Chad still wants to marry her.”

Jared looked bewilderedly at his cousin. Sometimes, Tom had strange opinions. “I thought you liked her.”

“I do,” Tom agreed quickly, “but I think, sometimes, it’s better for women to stay home and take care of the house, kids and husband.”

Jared didn’t even want to comment on that shit. “I’m going back out,” he told Tom as he got up, “try to catch a couple more waves.” He grabbed his board and jogged back toward the water.

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Gliding through the water Jared was able to forget the fight between Gen and Chad and the terror attacks up north, the worries his parents had about them. Jared realized that he was lucky; his family wasn’t really rich, but well off enough. None of them belonged to the radical groups that had started the fighting in Caledonia. He looked back toward the beach and saw Chad and Gen walking back to their stuff hand in hand. Tom was standing half in the water, obviously filming him again.

He waved at them when an unexpected wave threw him off his board. Deciding he had enough for the day he paddled back to the beach. It was too dangerous to be surfing if he wasn’t concentrating. Jared was a very good swimmer. He’d been a lifeguard two years ago and swimming was still one of his favorite workouts, but he also learned the importance of paying attention when surfing. Life was good and he wanted to enjoy it.

Getting back to his little group, he suggested they call it a day. Even though there was still a lot of daylight left, it was getting closer to dinner. They’d promised their parents they’d be home and it was time to pack it in for the day. They stowed all their belongings in Jared’s Jeep. The car was Jared’s pride and joy. It was a gift from his parents for his twenty-first birthday last year. They were all singing, off key, along with the radio. They were laughing at each other and just having a good time.

There was a faint noise.

The noise grew louder as Jared drove the coastal highway back to their hometown. It irritated Jared. What is that noise?

He turned off the music and stopped the car.

The noise faded away and he couldn’t hear it anymore for a second, but it started again and grew louder.

Sirens!

Air raid warning!

What should he do?

He jumped out of his car followed by Chad and Tom. He looked up at the sky.
Over the eastern hills were three… no… five planes.

Planes? Jets? Bombers? Whatever they were, they were heading toward Cei Newydd.

“Get back in the car!” Jared screamed, “We need to get home!”

Under normal circumstances it would take Jared another fifteen to twenty minutes to get home, the way he drove today, he got there in nine and a half minutes.

The town was in panic.

The bombers had started dropping their deadly payload. Jared drove by burning houses. One of the first bombs had hit the fire department. The train station, the harbor and the old hospital were also hit.

“Jared, watch out!” Chad shouted.

Jared hit the brakes, coming to a stop before parts of a collapsing building hit the Jeep.

“Shit!” Jared called out.

The street was blocked by the demolished building. Fires were breaking out and spreading. Somewhere behind them was another explosion.

Gen was screaming.

Jared tried to turn the Jeep when they were hit by a blast.

This can’t be happening, Jared thought. This isn’t right! But it was happening. His hometown was under attack. It seemed more like a movie... He saw Mr. Milton bleeding from a head wound carrying his son. Oh, God, was Jerry dead?

Get a grip on yourself, Jared thought. But how, when literally the world around you is bursting up in flames?

“Get us home!” Chad yelled at him. Jared could only nod.

Of course, he wanted to get home. Where else could they go? He finally managed to turn the car.

Zigzaging through Cei Newydd, Jared finally got to their street, saw his house or, better, their houses.

“Jared! Stop!” Tom screamed.

Jared hit the brakes. Just in time.

A power pole fell across the street blocking their way.

“Get out!” Jared shouted, “We have to run.”

Jared looked up at the sky. The bombers had made a turn over the ocean and were coming back toward Cei Newydd.

He turned to look after the first plane flew over him and his friends. As if in slow motion, Jared saw the plane drop another bomb somewhere close to his old school. As he turned around he saw the second one heading in their direction.

“Jared! Get over here!” He heard Chad shout. He, Tom and Gen took cover behind Miller’s Garage.

But Jared wanted to get to his mom and dad. He started to run toward his house. When Jared looked up again he saw the plane drop another bomb. He ran faster toward his home. If he could reach them before…

The bomb dropped in the middle of everything that was Jared’s home.

He heard the explosion. He saw the start of a fire as he was hit by a blast that pushed him back more than three meters. The last thing he saw before he lost consciousness was Tom’s bleeding face.