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saoneTitle: In Search Of... Little Green Men
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saone77
Summary: AU. Set sometime before the Great Cameraman Hunt. Jared wants to find a pot of gold; Jensen wants to make sure they don't end up drowning in cereal. A death omen seems like a good compromise.
Pairing: pre-J2 with a pining-ish Jensen and oblivious Jared
Rating: PG
Warnings: Not betad, grammarians beware.
Word Count: 896
Disclaimer: This is indulgent, cracktastic fiction.
Notes: Like I wasn't going to turn this into a series. ;P
Jensen stares first at Jared and his stupidly beaming face, then at the whiteboard Jared's standing beside. Having gotten used to deciphering Jared's handwriting in the years that they've known each other, it only takes Jensen a matter of seconds to scan the mishmash of scribbled words and statements scrawled on the board's surface. It takes longer for what he reads to make any sense, and longer still for Jensen to decide if Jared's trying to punk him.
"Well?" Jared asks, bright, and bubbly, and either so obviously proud of the research he had put together all by himself or so obviously stoked that he was about to pull a prank on Jensen.
"No," Jensen says, deciding that a firm denial was the best course of action.
"But-"
"No."
"But, Jen-"
"No."
"Jensen-"
"It's not going to happen, Jared." Jensen sighs and scrubs his hands through his hair. "Look, you know me; I'm all for exploring the strange and unusual. Sasquatches? Fine. Lake monsters? Sure. Yetis-"
"Sasquatch and Yeti are kind of the same thing," Jared points out.
Jensen narrows his eyes.
"Right, sorry," Jared says. "They're two totally different things. My bad."
"As I was saying," Jensen says, "I think I, generally, have a pretty open mind when it comes to cryptids. But no way, no how, not in a million years are we doing an episode about leprechauns."
Jared huffs. "I'd have thought you would be more open towards us showcasing your people."
"Is that another crack about my height? You know damn well that 6-foot-one is a respectable-"
"I meant the Irish," Jared says dryly. "Feeling sensitive there, shortstack?"
Jensen scowls. "Whatever. We're still not doing it, though feel free to insult me some more 'cause that'll totally get me to change my mind."
"Jeeeeen," Jared whines. He throws a heavy arm across Jensen's shoulders and pulls him in close. "C'mon! I'll be fun! We'll go to Ireland, and listen to awesome accents, and eat weird food, and drink kickass beer. We'll get to stay in a hotel or an inn. We'll have running water and working toilets." Jared squeezes Jensen tight. "Just think, we could do an entire shoot without worrying about getting bitten by snakes, or spiders, or leeches. I know how much you hate leeches."
For a few moments Jensen lets himself relax into Jared's hold. He does hate leeches - mostly because the little suckers seem to love him - and the thought of filming an entire episode without having to worry about anyone on the crew getting bitten, or stung, or mauled does sound wonderful.
Just when Jensen knows he's getting too comfortable with the weight of Jared's arm around him, he shrugs it off. "Fine," he says, holding up a hand to ward off any paroxysms of glee, "we'll go to Ireland." Jensen grins as he watches Jared bounce a bit. "But we're not going to look for any leprechauns."
Jared's entire body seems to deflate. "What? Why?"
"Because I don't want to have to deal with the inundation of Lucky Charms that would be sent to both of us."
Jared purses his lips. "Chad would totally do that, wouldn't he?"
"Chad, Chris, Richard... We're friends with a lot of assholes, Jared."
"True. Very true." Jared crosses his arms over his chest. "Okay, so if leprechauns are off the table, then what?"
Jensen steps up to the whiteboard, grabs one of the erasers, and wipes it clean, ignoring the pained sound Jared makes. Jensen takes one of the markers - a green one, how fitting - and writes one word in the center of the board.
"Banshee." Jared peers intently at Jensen. "You want to go hunting for a death omen?"
Jensen shrugs. "If an ep doesn't have black mambas or wandering spiders, it's going to need something to add that element of excitement and danger that'll hopefully keep people awake between commercials."
Jared grins. "I thought that was where the weird food came in."
"Don't dis my heritage, Padalecki."
"Don't use the word 'dis', Ackles."
Jensen rolls his eyes. "Why do I put up with you?"
"Because I'm awesome," Jared says proudly, "and you're totally in love with me."
Jensen tries to laugh, but if the expression on Jared's face is any indication, it sounds as weak as it feels. He clears his throat. "All right," he says quickly, "if we want to fit this beastie into the next season, we have some major work to do."
"Yes, sir," Jared says, giving Jensen a sloppy salute. "I'll call Aldis to get started on the research and you'll... do whatever it is producers do, I guess."
"Which is everything else," Jensen says wryly.
"Yeah, that." Jared cocks his head to one side and gives Jensen this odd, fond, little smile. "Don't know what I'd do without you, Jen."
Jensen swallows down a response that feels like pure sap. "Probably go crazy trying to find someone else to put up with your ass."
"Yeah." Jared chuckles a bit. "I guess I would."
Jensen watches Jared walk into the cluttered chaos that he calls an office. He looks at the whiteboard again. Ireland. Christ. It's thousands of miles and a whole continent away from any of the other expeditions they have planned, but Jensen already knows he'll make it happen. Because Jared is awesome, and Jensen's in love with him.
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end
Author:
saone77Summary: AU. Set sometime before the Great Cameraman Hunt. Jared wants to find a pot of gold; Jensen wants to make sure they don't end up drowning in cereal. A death omen seems like a good compromise.
Pairing: pre-J2 with a pining-ish Jensen and oblivious Jared
Rating: PG
Warnings: Not betad, grammarians beware.
Word Count: 896
Disclaimer: This is indulgent, cracktastic fiction.
Notes: Like I wasn't going to turn this into a series. ;P
Jensen stares first at Jared and his stupidly beaming face, then at the whiteboard Jared's standing beside. Having gotten used to deciphering Jared's handwriting in the years that they've known each other, it only takes Jensen a matter of seconds to scan the mishmash of scribbled words and statements scrawled on the board's surface. It takes longer for what he reads to make any sense, and longer still for Jensen to decide if Jared's trying to punk him.
"Well?" Jared asks, bright, and bubbly, and either so obviously proud of the research he had put together all by himself or so obviously stoked that he was about to pull a prank on Jensen.
"No," Jensen says, deciding that a firm denial was the best course of action.
"But-"
"No."
"But, Jen-"
"No."
"Jensen-"
"It's not going to happen, Jared." Jensen sighs and scrubs his hands through his hair. "Look, you know me; I'm all for exploring the strange and unusual. Sasquatches? Fine. Lake monsters? Sure. Yetis-"
"Sasquatch and Yeti are kind of the same thing," Jared points out.
Jensen narrows his eyes.
"Right, sorry," Jared says. "They're two totally different things. My bad."
"As I was saying," Jensen says, "I think I, generally, have a pretty open mind when it comes to cryptids. But no way, no how, not in a million years are we doing an episode about leprechauns."
Jared huffs. "I'd have thought you would be more open towards us showcasing your people."
"Is that another crack about my height? You know damn well that 6-foot-one is a respectable-"
"I meant the Irish," Jared says dryly. "Feeling sensitive there, shortstack?"
Jensen scowls. "Whatever. We're still not doing it, though feel free to insult me some more 'cause that'll totally get me to change my mind."
"Jeeeeen," Jared whines. He throws a heavy arm across Jensen's shoulders and pulls him in close. "C'mon! I'll be fun! We'll go to Ireland, and listen to awesome accents, and eat weird food, and drink kickass beer. We'll get to stay in a hotel or an inn. We'll have running water and working toilets." Jared squeezes Jensen tight. "Just think, we could do an entire shoot without worrying about getting bitten by snakes, or spiders, or leeches. I know how much you hate leeches."
For a few moments Jensen lets himself relax into Jared's hold. He does hate leeches - mostly because the little suckers seem to love him - and the thought of filming an entire episode without having to worry about anyone on the crew getting bitten, or stung, or mauled does sound wonderful.
Just when Jensen knows he's getting too comfortable with the weight of Jared's arm around him, he shrugs it off. "Fine," he says, holding up a hand to ward off any paroxysms of glee, "we'll go to Ireland." Jensen grins as he watches Jared bounce a bit. "But we're not going to look for any leprechauns."
Jared's entire body seems to deflate. "What? Why?"
"Because I don't want to have to deal with the inundation of Lucky Charms that would be sent to both of us."
Jared purses his lips. "Chad would totally do that, wouldn't he?"
"Chad, Chris, Richard... We're friends with a lot of assholes, Jared."
"True. Very true." Jared crosses his arms over his chest. "Okay, so if leprechauns are off the table, then what?"
Jensen steps up to the whiteboard, grabs one of the erasers, and wipes it clean, ignoring the pained sound Jared makes. Jensen takes one of the markers - a green one, how fitting - and writes one word in the center of the board.
"Banshee." Jared peers intently at Jensen. "You want to go hunting for a death omen?"
Jensen shrugs. "If an ep doesn't have black mambas or wandering spiders, it's going to need something to add that element of excitement and danger that'll hopefully keep people awake between commercials."
Jared grins. "I thought that was where the weird food came in."
"Don't dis my heritage, Padalecki."
"Don't use the word 'dis', Ackles."
Jensen rolls his eyes. "Why do I put up with you?"
"Because I'm awesome," Jared says proudly, "and you're totally in love with me."
Jensen tries to laugh, but if the expression on Jared's face is any indication, it sounds as weak as it feels. He clears his throat. "All right," he says quickly, "if we want to fit this beastie into the next season, we have some major work to do."
"Yes, sir," Jared says, giving Jensen a sloppy salute. "I'll call Aldis to get started on the research and you'll... do whatever it is producers do, I guess."
"Which is everything else," Jensen says wryly.
"Yeah, that." Jared cocks his head to one side and gives Jensen this odd, fond, little smile. "Don't know what I'd do without you, Jen."
Jensen swallows down a response that feels like pure sap. "Probably go crazy trying to find someone else to put up with your ass."
"Yeah." Jared chuckles a bit. "I guess I would."
Jensen watches Jared walk into the cluttered chaos that he calls an office. He looks at the whiteboard again. Ireland. Christ. It's thousands of miles and a whole continent away from any of the other expeditions they have planned, but Jensen already knows he'll make it happen. Because Jared is awesome, and Jensen's in love with him.
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end
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Date: 2012-03-17 10:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-18 12:44 am (UTC)And I'm definitely going to write more in this series, though I think it's probably going to end up a collection of timestamps instead of full length fics.
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Date: 2012-03-18 11:43 am (UTC)That def works for me, I look forward to them all! :D hurry up! :P
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