Killer Romance Comment Meme

[saone]

Happy 2nd Birthday, Killer Romance 'verse!

Yes, one of the crackiest things to have ever come out of my brain turns two today. To celebrate, give me a prompt, or just ask a question you've always wondered about. It might take a while, but I'll respond to everything with at least a drabble.



Don't make Jensen mad; you wouldn't like him when he's mad.


Jensen's first kill
Jared's used as leverage to get Jensen to do a job
Jensen disappears, leaving behind just a short voice mail message
Jensen's like a big, African cat, and Jared's like a gazelle. Or maybe a giraffe.
Jared to the rescue!
One time, in Amsterdam... (slight Jensen/Chris)
Chris gets a boo boo
Jensen gets jealous
Jensen gets jealous Part 2
Jensen meets an old 'friend'
Jensen's dad thinks his boy might be a little... 'off'
Jared tries to be stealthy
Jensen and Jared have a talk
Jensen thinks Jared's going to break up with him
Misha does not mingle well
Jared's high school reunion
Chad likes to live life on the edge

Comments

[maria9631.livejournal.com]

HOW DID JENSEN BECOME AN ASSASSIN?

[gemini8.livejournal.com]

Jared gets arrested. The person who's got him (frame or real) agrees to let him go if Jensen does a job for him.

[maryjo24.livejournal.com]

Jensen disappears suddenly, leaving nothing but a short voice mail, "back in a few days."

[bugmcsnug.livejournal.com]

Exciting! :-D

If it tickles your fancy I'd love Jensen play stalking (or maybe he's seriously stalking?!) Jared through the house like a cat and of course it ends in sex :-D

And I can't believe it's two years old already! :-D

[big-heart-june.livejournal.com]

Ooooooh! you're awesome! my favourite boys! :D take your pick, I suck at prompting though!

The first time they had sex!

JEALOUS!JENSEN

Jensen gets kidnapped this time and Jared gets to save his boy.

[ladydey.livejournal.com]

Opening my favorite 'verse to questions -- heee! First, Congrats on two years of crazy, who would have thought?!?

Questions/Prompts:

1. We know that Jensen didn't have a lot of friends before Jared and his crew, but I assume he had/has one or two . . . one maybe a slightly reformed Hitter currently working out of Portland, late of Boston, who comes for a visit.



2. So I was reading over the whole series - as I do - I came across the following from Still Better Than Chocolate (http://saone77.livejournal.com/156908.html#cutid1):

"What?" Chris chuckles. "Oh, no, I'm not his... Well, I am on his exception list, which I'm totally cool with now, by the way, Oh, and there was that one time in Amsterdam, but there were major extenuating circumstances in that case, and we kind of had to do some things that were... see, there was this guy who was trying to..." Chris clears his throat. "But his actual boyfriend was totally cool with it. I think. Hasn't killed me yet." He looks back and forth between the slightly shell-shocked expression on the woman's face, and the murderous one on Jensen's. "TMI?"

So tell me about that time in Amsterdam. . . .



3. So there are other organizations that Jensen has worked with - has one of them ever tried to blackmail Jared with Jensen's past?

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

More of the security crew? What does Jared and Jensen and the others do when someone like Chris gets hurt?

[cattraine.livejournal.com]

Jared's ex-girlfriend (and totally oblivious to his job) Genevieve shows up for a visit. Jensen is horribly jealous (and thinks he is being chill about it). The security crew's new priority job is to keep her alive until she leaves. Even if they have to drink the poisoned sangria or trip the booby traps on the stairs and in the pool themselves.

[saone77.livejournal.com]

Jensen became an assassin through a long and arduous process that spanned half the globe and involved a surprising number of sword fights. But, if you're looking for his first kill...

Jensen holds onto the knife in his hand as he watches the man he had just stabbed drop to the pavement. The lights out on the street don't do much to illuminate the little alley he's in, but the blood on his hand, and pants, and shoes still looks shockingly red.

There's a noise and Jensen turns to the other occupent of the alley, the one that's not currently bleeding out. The one that Jensen had ventured off the street trying to save.

He's shorter than Jensen, with longish brown hair and a face that's been beat all to hell. The man sneezes and immediately cups a hand around what Jensen's pretty sure is a broken nose.

"Goddammit! Motherfuckin' shit!" He kicks at the body on the ground before he slumps back and lets the building behind him prop him up.

Jensen looks down at the knife. He should probably call the cops. He should definitely call the cops. This would be self-defense, right? The guy he dropped was going to kill the other one, Jensen knows it.

"Bud," the guy says, "don't flake out on me now." His voice is rough and nasely, but his eyes are bright. Too bright. "I might need some help with this."

With the hand not still holding the knife, Jensen fumbles for his phone. "I can call-"

"Hey! You're not calling anyone."

Jensen doesn't know how the guy manages to look half dead and completely menacing at the same time, but he pulls it off.

"Look," the guy says, "I will conceed that, maybe, I shouldn't have taken this job when I have a bit of a cold. Or the flu. Whatever. What's done is done. Now, I have a proposition for you."

Jensen wonders if he should be freaking out. He wonders if he's in shock, even though he doesn't feel like he's in shock. He feels kind of... normal. Actually, he feels kind of... good? "What kind of propsition?"

"You saved my life, man. I owe you. So, how about you help me get rid of the body, and I'll cut you in fifty-fifty." The man sneezes, and once again it's followed by a round of cursing.

"You were hired to kill him?" Jensen asks.

The man nods, then groans a bit and clutches at his forehead.

Jensen looks down at the knife again. The blood's starting to get a little sticky. "Seventy-thirty," Jensen says.

The guy stares at him. "Pardon?"

"Seventy-thirty," Jensen says again. "I think I'm being generious. After all, I'm the one who's doing most of the work here."

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Eighty-twenty."

"What the acutal fuck?" The man shakes his head. "Did we not just establish that I'm a killer?"

"We did," Jensen says. He holds up the knife. "But I'm pretty sure this is yours, since I picked it up just a few feet away from here. And I don't think you're armed with anything else or you would have used it on him, and me. You need my help to get away from this cleanly. And, while I'll certainly listen to your expertise on how to get rid of a body, the fact still stands that I'm the one who's going to be doing the work, ergo, I should be the one to get most of the money." Jensen shrugs. "It just seems fair."

"Did you just use the word 'ergo' in a sentence?"

"It means-"

"I know what it means!" The man stares at Jensen. "You take sixty, and I'll promise to not come back here in a few months, track you down, and pull your intestines out while you're still breathing. How's that for fair?"

Jensen weighs his options. "I'll accept those terms. With one more condition."

"Aw, Christ. What?"

Jensen thinks about his life. He thinks about his family, and his new classes at college, and how he doesn't really have any friends because no one ever wants to meet his eyes. He thinks about the itching he sometimes gets under his skin, and about how it felt to slide a blade between a man's ribs and up into his lung.

He thinks there's always been something wrong with him, and, evidently, there's a market for that.

"So," Jensen says, "how do you feel about work/study?"

[think4paperinkw.livejournal.com]

Ahem....jealous.jensen. Please? :)

[maria9631.livejournal.com]

Thank you, Hon

This was just Great!

CONGRATS ON 2 YEARS OF WONDERFUL, FUN, HEARTWARMING STORIES!
KEEP THEM COMING!

LOVE THIS VERSE!!!!!!!!!!!!

[saone77.livejournal.com]

Jensen's fairly certain that if he wasn't almost twitching with the desire to peel the skin off of Agent Whitfield's face, he'd probably want to buy the man a drink.

"I'm sorry," Jensen says, leaning against one of the concrete walls of the parking garage, "run that by me again?"

"I want you to kill someone for me," Whitfield says. There's a file in his right hand.

"Yeah, that's what I thought you said." It's not often that Jensen gets thrown for a loop, but he has to admit that he's more than a little surprised by this turn of events. Whitfield arresting Jared was unfortunately kind of par for the course. But Whitfield calling Jensen to set up a meeting in a parking garage to discuss a hit is a little too Twilight Zone for Jensen's comfort.

Whitfield lets out a gusty sigh. "Look, I'll do the whole song and dance if you want me to, but I'd much rather cut to the chase. I've got your boyfriend in custody, and I am fully prepared to use as much taxpayer money as I can to keep him buried."

"Whatever you try and charge him with isn't going to stick," Jensen says. "It never sticks because you never have anything."

"Maybe not," Whitfield admits. "But I've got a buddy at DHS who owes me a favor. Somehow I think helping me disappear a crime boss won't affect his conscious much." Whitfield grins. "Ah, that's got your attention, hasn't it?"

Jensen's fingers are starting to itch. He can't kill Whitfield here, though. Not yet.

Whitfield nods. "Yeah, you are one scary motherfucker, aren't you? I gotta admit, man, you had me snowed. Damn. It took me a while, to find your pattern - and you do have a pattern. And then it took me a little longer to realize that Padalecki hadn't hired any new talent. That the person who was so quickly and so efficiently running through his enemies was you."

"If you don't mind my asking," Jensen says, "how'd you figure it out?"

"I'm a Special Agent," Whitfield says. "It's my job."

Jensen inclines his head slightly. "All right, Special Agent. Who do you want me to kill?"

For the first time, Whitfield looks uncomfortable.

"Come one, Special Agent," Jensen says, "you're halfway there; don't punk out now."

Whitfield scowls and shoves the folder he's carrying towards Jensen. "Fuck you. Just because you're not the sickest bastard in the city doesn't mean you aren't headed straight to hell with the rest of them."

Jensen frowns, and when he opens the folder he sees what has Whitfield so uncharacteristically upset. "Jesus. This was your case?"

"I'm organized crime," Whitfield says. "The lead was my old partner, though. He's had to take a leave of absence. He just couldn't..." Whitfield glares at Jensen. "Look, you're a murderer, but you're not a monster. That," Whitfield says, pointing at the folder, "is a monster. And if he isn't stopped, then-"

"Yeah," Jensen says. "I get it." He shuts the folder and tucks it under his arm. "Any preferences on how you want it done?"

"Jesus." Whitfield scrubs a hand over his face. "However you get your rocks off, man."

"Okay." Jensen turns to walk away. He pauses after a few steps, and looks back. "Oh, and Special Agent, if you ever try and use Jared's life as a bargaining chip against me again, regardless of the reason, you'll see how much of a monster I can be." This time when he walks away, Jensen doesn't look back.

[saone77.livejournal.com]

Glad you liked it! :D

[xcziel.livejournal.com]

Jared and Jensen run into an old high school/college frenemy of Jensen's who's now very successful (for a certain value of success) and who thinks that Jensen is nothing more than Jared's idle trophy boyfriend. Hints are made that Jensen should have stuck with his original college major.

Or,

Jensen takes a hit to the head and gets temporary amnesia. He knows he and Jared are together, and thinks that the team are their bodyguards. Cue Jensen attempting to be a proper "hostess" to the guys (overseeing the house staff, checking on everyone's 'comfort', etc.) and a loving boyfriend to Jared. And not understanding why everyone is terrified when he's just trying to be pleasant.

[big-heart-june.livejournal.com]

Your fills are fucking brilliant!! I LOOOOOVE and am so excited for the others!

[tygrrlyli.livejournal.com]

The first time Jensen's dad realized his son might be Dexter.

OR

The first time Jensen's dad realized he was on a case and Jensen was the culprit.

[saone77.livejournal.com]

"I'm not worrying," Jared says.

"Okay," Jeff says before exchanging a glance with Idris.

"I'm not."

"We totally believe you, boss," Columbus says.

"I am the opposite of worrying. I am... I am... What's the opposite of worrying?"

"Uh," Chris tentatively raises his hand. "not worrying?"

"Exactly!" Jared says. "And that's what I am. Not worrying."

"I'm confused," Zoe says, looking around Jared's office, "are we supposed to be placating him or..."

Oscar shrugs.

"I mean," Jared says, "just because I'm in love with a complete jackass who's been gone for four days now, and no one knows where he is, and he's not answering his cell, and the last communication I got from him was a back in a few days, Jay, that's no reason to worry. Right? Right?!"

"Right."

"Yeah."

"Sure."

"Absolutely."

Oscar shrugs again.

"So, you are worrying?" Zoe asks. "I'm not sure what's going on."

"I know," Idris says, "human emotions are just so hard to decipher, aren't they?"

Zoe nods vehemently.

"Okay, you know what?" Jared says, "You guys aren't helping. Get out. Out!" Jared waits until the security team has filed out of the room before he picks up his phone.

An idea's been percolating in the back of his mind for a while now. It's a bad idea. A horrible idea. An idea that, if Jensen ever finds out about it, would probably lead to Jared breathing through a tube for a little while.

Still, if there's ever a question, Jared will be able to honestly say that Jensen brought it on himself.

"Hey, Wil," Jared says into his phone, "I'm going to need a subcutaneous tracker and some tranquilizer darts."

[gemini8.livejournal.com]

So perfect!!!!! So perfect!!!!!!
Thank you, thank you, thank you!

[cookiemom6067.livejournal.com]

Oh, man! I love this so much!!!!

[saone77.livejournal.com]

It's not that Jensen's stalking Jared.

Except he kind of is. But not like a creeper.

No, Jensen's stalking Jared like a cat.

Like a big, Savannah cat.

And Jared's a gazelle.

Or maybe a giraffe.

And Jensen's been spending most of his day hiding in shadows or up in the rafters - and how great is it for someone like Jensen to live in a house with rafters - silently tracking Jared's every move. He's been spotted a few times by various members of the security team, but that's okay because Jensen's just playing. Each time, Jensen's lifted a finger to his lips and winked.

Idris had rolled his eyes. Jeff had shaken his head fondly. Chris had given him two enthusiastic thumbs up.

Over the course of the day, Jensen watches as Jared becomes slightly agitated and almost pensive about something. A line develops between Jared's brows, and Jensen wants to know what put it there.

When the shadows cast by the light coming through the windows start to lengthen, Jared takes his cell out of his pocket. Those long, elegant fingers dance across the touchscreen, then he places the device up to his ear.

He waits, and a worried look comes over his face.

"Hey, Jen," Jared says. "Just wanted to check in. I haven't seen you all day. I... I miss you, and-"

Jensen pounces.

[saone77.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :D

Adore your icon, btw!

[saone77.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :D

[dugindeep.livejournal.com]

LOL Jensen. I love how demented he is this adorable way. Work/study. Pfft.

[dugindeep.livejournal.com]

Just to turn the tables - Jared tries to prove to Jensen that he can be as stealthy as Jensen is, but obviously fails miserably.

[dugindeep.livejournal.com]

I love this! It's always fun with the whole crew gets involved and then the last few lines makes my heart happy!