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ladyjanellyOMG I'm so behind on my comments from the last chapter but I want to get this one out.
I'll get to those from last time. I do appreciate the comments like pigeons appreciate popcorn.
Jensen and Jared go to the Museum
A new actor enters stage left
As always, thank you so much to Embroiderama. For everything. Seriously.
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Jensen doesn’t know if he likes the bus. Jared is by him and there are people to watch and buildings outside going by but it is so close inside; so many people near him could touch him, could talk to him. Jared keeps saying they are going to the museum and Jensen doesn’t know what that is but Jared’s excited so Jensen relaxes and trusts him. They ride together until the streets are clean and all the buildings shine and nobody sleeps on the sidewalks .
They get off there and the new of it makes Jensen want to go back and hide away and find a shadow where nobody will see him. Jared stops though and gives him time to be not-afraid with Jared’s arm around his waist and the two of them standing together looking up at the huge of the building.
Nobody talks to him or them and the fear floats away like the white poofies on the dandelions at the park. Scatter until he doesn’t know where they went but it doesn’t matter anyways.
After minutes of standing on the outside Jared asks him if he wants to go inside and see the artwork. Jensen thinks that would be worth being some scared for. To see things that other people made. They walk to the front and Jared pays money for little pieces of paper with bright colored paintings on them. They walk together in the big rooms with no furniture and Jared asks him what he thinks of the drawings on the walls and the things on the pedestals in the middles of the rooms.
Jensen is awed because he never knew other people made things and some of the things make no sense but some are so clean and strong and right that he can’t even make words about them just squeeze on Jared’s hand and once the shapes are so powerful that he hides his face on Jared’s shoulder and Jared hugs him until he can look at it again.
He wants to touch things. All the things. Feel their roughs and smooths and hold the mass of their shapes in his hands but Jared won’t let him. “They’ll throw us out,” he says and Jensen doesn’t want to be thrown. “If everybody touched them it would mess up the things you like.”
Jared doesn’t stop him from doing other stuff like lying down on the floor to look up and see how the thing looks from underneath off the side. Jared just sits beside him and watches Jensen instead of the art and smiles like what he sees is good.
Jensen watches the art and walks through the rooms and sees all the things people have made until Jared starts to look sleepy again. He only slept for short whiles before the alarm was going to make noise and Jensen thinks they should go home again. Maybe he can touch Jared with his mouth before Jared sleeps and that will be nice to do.
They walk to the door and Jensen can feel the free that is outside as they step into the fresh warm air. Behind them a woman yells and he turns to look to see if he should help or run away or call for Jeff. Jared turns too and the woman is running towards them and looking at him and she looks so broken in her eyes that he doesn’t know what to say.
“Davis!” she yells again and reaches for Jensen and he pulls away from the crazy.
“Oh my God where have you been? You worried Mom sick, you asshole!” She’s frantic and making no sense and looking at him like she knows him and the wrong wrong wrong of it is cold through him like the worst rainy wind.
“Worms!” he yells back and grabs his chest and stumbles away from her. “Worms in my heart and they’re filling up my veins and I can’t breathe. Can’t breathe can’t breathe!”
And then Jared is there between the girl and Jensen, making no room for her to be so close and he wraps his strong arms around Jensen's shoulders and holds onto him tight. “It’s okay,” he says low and soft and so sure Jensen has to believe him. “I’ve got you. Nobody’s gonna hurt you. I promise, Jensen. I promise.”
“What the hell is going on and who do you think you are? What have you done to my brother?”
And Jared tells her “Wait. He’s scared. He does this when he’s scared. Just give him a minute.” And he keeps holding Jensen and the woman is quiet and Jensen feels woozy in his head like the last second before he goes to sleep and Jared keeps holding him.
“Better?” Jared asks at last and Jensen nods even though it isn’t better and the woman has to be crazy because if she isn’t then she knows the mirror man and not Jensen and Jensen will lose all the things he wants and worked so hard to have. She’ll take his life away and he’ll be dead and he doesn’t want to die when he has a Jared to live for.
Jared wipes his face and he knows he’s been crying.
“Jensen,” Jared says, “Listen to me. I won’t let anybody hurt you. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I promise.”
Then Jared turns towards the woman who looks like she might cry too. Looks like she’s trying to be mad so she isn’t sad. “Come on, lets take this somewhere a little more private.” And people are staring all around and Jensen is dizzy and he lets Jared pull him up and they walk away with the woman to a new place where people are sitting at tables and eating food.
“I don’t know her,” he whispers to Jared as they walk. “Please. Please. I don’t know her. I’m not the who she thinks I am.”
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Of all the ways Jensen's family could have made contact, this is the one Jared least expected. Mackenzie Carr came to town with girl friends on a summer trip and turned his life upside down again. He tries to be happy. This is Jensen's family. The mystery is over and Jensen's been found.
The fear that their life together is over and Jensen will leave back to who he used to be near breaks his heart.
Looking at her Jared is sure she’s related to Jensen. Her hair is a lighter shade of his sandy blond and they’ve got the same nose. It looks better on Jensen than it does on Mackenzie.
At a back booth in a quiet restaurant she tells what pieces of the puzzle she knows.
“They found your car and your phone in Miami,” she says directly to Jensen even though he refuses to look at her. “There was--there was blood on the outside of the window. Caught in the crack. Your blood. We thought--we thought you were dead.”
“I looked through missing persons reports,” Jared puts in.
“We filed before they even found the car,” Mackenzie counters. “There was no reason to expect him to be this far from home.”
“Roam foam gnome,” Jensen whispers and leans his head against the wall of the booth.
“I need to call mom,” Mackenzie says but she doesn’t reach for her phone. Jared figures it’ll take a bit for her to get it straight in her head enough to make the call.
“Home,” Jensen whispers. “Jared please home. Yours not hers. Yours Jared.”
Jared rubs Jensen’s back and nods. “Hey,” he tells Mackenzie, “I need to take him home. This has been too much too quick, y’know?”
She doesn’t nod. “What’s wrong with him? I mean…what’s happened? Has he seen a doctor?”
The question scares Jared more than it should. “He was hurt. When his car was stolen or whatever. He spent a lot of time on the streets.”
Mackenzie’s face loses its color.
“A couple of months ago he got beat up and ended up at a clinic where I treated him. “ He tries to put every bit of how serious he is into his voice.
“He was too coherent for me to send him for a psych evaluation. That’s…not a place I would want anyone to end up that didn’t have a clear need to be there. He was too healthy for an emergency room and too hurt to be out there again.”
Jensen's hand rubs Jared’s leg under the table and Jared realizes how upset he’s getting at the insinuation that he did something wrong.
“A CAT scan and MRI might give us a better idea of what’s happened to him, but nothing is immediately wrong with him. He’s not in pain. He’s happy and functioning at a high level of cognition.”
“So you just--kept him?” Indignation rises in her voice again. “We thought he was dead. He’s been gone six damn months and we thought he was dead and the whole time you just kept him?”
“Is dead,” Jensen says loud and clear enough that he’s not to be ignored. “Died and is new and I. Don’t. Know. You.”
He pushes Jared and tries to bodily move him out of the booth. “Don’t know you and don’t like you.” Jared moves out to let Jensen stand up and feel less trapped.
“Look,” Jared says as Jensen tries to drag him away. “I just want what’s best for him.”
“We’re his family,” she snaps back as she stands too. “You can’t expect to get away with this. Davis, what are you thinking, going off with this guy?”
Jensen ignores her and keeps pushing Jared. The waiter comes over to see what the fuss is and Jared hands him money for the food they didn’t eat and snags the pen out of his apron.
“I’m not trying to get away with anything,” Jared says and writes his number down on a napkin. “You’re pushing him away by freaking out like this and I’m taking him home. You calm down and call me and we’ll talk this over like civilized people. I’m not putting him through this stress for something he doesn’t want.”
They walk away and get into a cab even though Jared’s budget really can’t afford it. He rubs Jensen's back and gives him most of the ride home to calm down and collect himself. Truth be told he needs a little time himself to push his own fears aside.
“I want you to stay if you want to stay,” he whispers against Jensen's hair. “But people might come to the apartment and ask you if you want to stay.” Jensen squeezes his hand tight. “When they do,” Jared continues, “When they do, you have to not be scared. You have to be brave and tell them what you want. Can you do that?”
Jensen nods against his shoulder and Jared tries to put aside his fears.
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Mackenzie stares down at the napkin for long seconds. She would have followed them but Davis really was freaking out and it scared her to see her brother who had always been so strong and steady, so bold and sure, acting like that.
She runs her fingers over the edge of the napkin. It has an address as well as the phone number and she calculates what she can do with that. She should call home. Let mom know what she’s found. She can’t though. Can’t put her mother through more uncertainty when even she doesn’t know what is wrong with her brother.
She has to fix this first. Bring him home. She slowly opens her phone and pushes three buttons and then send.
“I’d like to report a kidnapping,” she says when the call is answered. “My brother, Davis. A man’s taken him.”
She’s transferred off to a detective Browning who asks questions like “How old is your brother?” and “Are you his legal guardian?” and “He left with this man without a struggle or protest?”
In the end it boils down to the fact that her brother is capable of making his own decisions until a judge says he isn’t. There’s no law saying he has to be nice to his sister. “I’ll send a patrol car,” he says when she starts to cry. “But if there are drugs involved or signs of illegal activity at the location your brother may be arrested as well.”
“Please,” she says, “I just want him somewhere safe.”
She waits in the diner drinking coffee for two hours before her phone rings again.
“My officers separated him from the other man and spoke to him,” Browning says, “They said he seemed slow but not retarded and not high. If you still feel like he isn’t competent to be making his own decisions, I suggest you contact a lawyer to help you petition a hearing with a judge.”
Mackenzie sits in the back booth. Her tears are spent and her shoulders ache and her head hurts from too much caffeine. She thinks through her options. A lawyer would take too long. Even if they tried to say Davis is in danger, and there’s no proof of that, it won’t be overnight. She wants her brother back. Wants him back now and the law can’t do that for her.
She wishes more than anything that Davis was with her to help her plan her options. He was always so organized. So practical.
She takes a deep breath and dials.
“Hey,” Jared answers the other end. “Hang on.”
She hears a door closing and then “Okay, I’m back. He’s working and I didn’t want to disturb him with this call.”
“I’m sorry,” she blurts out. “About the police. I just want what’s best for him.”
Jared sighs. “I understand that. And believe it or not, I do too. I don’t want to discourage him from seeing his family and then later have him hate me for it. I don’t want to tell him what to do with his life. I don’t want to force him to do something he’ll regret either way.”
“Let him come home,” she begs and hates the way it sounds. “We love him.”
“I know,” Jared says and it sounds like he really does. His gentleness almost makes her feel worse. “But right now he doesn’t know you.” He takes a breath. “Look. Come by tomorrow around lunch time. Don’t call him Davis. Pretend you don’t know who he used to be. Just meet him. Okay?”
“Yeah,” she says and her voice sounds so thick she barely recognizes herself. “I’ll be there.”
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I'll get to those from last time. I do appreciate the comments like pigeons appreciate popcorn.
Jensen and Jared go to the Museum
A new actor enters stage left
As always, thank you so much to Embroiderama. For everything. Seriously.
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Jensen doesn’t know if he likes the bus. Jared is by him and there are people to watch and buildings outside going by but it is so close inside; so many people near him could touch him, could talk to him. Jared keeps saying they are going to the museum and Jensen doesn’t know what that is but Jared’s excited so Jensen relaxes and trusts him. They ride together until the streets are clean and all the buildings shine and nobody sleeps on the sidewalks .
They get off there and the new of it makes Jensen want to go back and hide away and find a shadow where nobody will see him. Jared stops though and gives him time to be not-afraid with Jared’s arm around his waist and the two of them standing together looking up at the huge of the building.
Nobody talks to him or them and the fear floats away like the white poofies on the dandelions at the park. Scatter until he doesn’t know where they went but it doesn’t matter anyways.
After minutes of standing on the outside Jared asks him if he wants to go inside and see the artwork. Jensen thinks that would be worth being some scared for. To see things that other people made. They walk to the front and Jared pays money for little pieces of paper with bright colored paintings on them. They walk together in the big rooms with no furniture and Jared asks him what he thinks of the drawings on the walls and the things on the pedestals in the middles of the rooms.
Jensen is awed because he never knew other people made things and some of the things make no sense but some are so clean and strong and right that he can’t even make words about them just squeeze on Jared’s hand and once the shapes are so powerful that he hides his face on Jared’s shoulder and Jared hugs him until he can look at it again.
He wants to touch things. All the things. Feel their roughs and smooths and hold the mass of their shapes in his hands but Jared won’t let him. “They’ll throw us out,” he says and Jensen doesn’t want to be thrown. “If everybody touched them it would mess up the things you like.”
Jared doesn’t stop him from doing other stuff like lying down on the floor to look up and see how the thing looks from underneath off the side. Jared just sits beside him and watches Jensen instead of the art and smiles like what he sees is good.
Jensen watches the art and walks through the rooms and sees all the things people have made until Jared starts to look sleepy again. He only slept for short whiles before the alarm was going to make noise and Jensen thinks they should go home again. Maybe he can touch Jared with his mouth before Jared sleeps and that will be nice to do.
They walk to the door and Jensen can feel the free that is outside as they step into the fresh warm air. Behind them a woman yells and he turns to look to see if he should help or run away or call for Jeff. Jared turns too and the woman is running towards them and looking at him and she looks so broken in her eyes that he doesn’t know what to say.
“Davis!” she yells again and reaches for Jensen and he pulls away from the crazy.
“Oh my God where have you been? You worried Mom sick, you asshole!” She’s frantic and making no sense and looking at him like she knows him and the wrong wrong wrong of it is cold through him like the worst rainy wind.
“Worms!” he yells back and grabs his chest and stumbles away from her. “Worms in my heart and they’re filling up my veins and I can’t breathe. Can’t breathe can’t breathe!”
And then Jared is there between the girl and Jensen, making no room for her to be so close and he wraps his strong arms around Jensen's shoulders and holds onto him tight. “It’s okay,” he says low and soft and so sure Jensen has to believe him. “I’ve got you. Nobody’s gonna hurt you. I promise, Jensen. I promise.”
“What the hell is going on and who do you think you are? What have you done to my brother?”
And Jared tells her “Wait. He’s scared. He does this when he’s scared. Just give him a minute.” And he keeps holding Jensen and the woman is quiet and Jensen feels woozy in his head like the last second before he goes to sleep and Jared keeps holding him.
“Better?” Jared asks at last and Jensen nods even though it isn’t better and the woman has to be crazy because if she isn’t then she knows the mirror man and not Jensen and Jensen will lose all the things he wants and worked so hard to have. She’ll take his life away and he’ll be dead and he doesn’t want to die when he has a Jared to live for.
Jared wipes his face and he knows he’s been crying.
“Jensen,” Jared says, “Listen to me. I won’t let anybody hurt you. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I promise.”
Then Jared turns towards the woman who looks like she might cry too. Looks like she’s trying to be mad so she isn’t sad. “Come on, lets take this somewhere a little more private.” And people are staring all around and Jensen is dizzy and he lets Jared pull him up and they walk away with the woman to a new place where people are sitting at tables and eating food.
“I don’t know her,” he whispers to Jared as they walk. “Please. Please. I don’t know her. I’m not the who she thinks I am.”
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Of all the ways Jensen's family could have made contact, this is the one Jared least expected. Mackenzie Carr came to town with girl friends on a summer trip and turned his life upside down again. He tries to be happy. This is Jensen's family. The mystery is over and Jensen's been found.
The fear that their life together is over and Jensen will leave back to who he used to be near breaks his heart.
Looking at her Jared is sure she’s related to Jensen. Her hair is a lighter shade of his sandy blond and they’ve got the same nose. It looks better on Jensen than it does on Mackenzie.
At a back booth in a quiet restaurant she tells what pieces of the puzzle she knows.
“They found your car and your phone in Miami,” she says directly to Jensen even though he refuses to look at her. “There was--there was blood on the outside of the window. Caught in the crack. Your blood. We thought--we thought you were dead.”
“I looked through missing persons reports,” Jared puts in.
“We filed before they even found the car,” Mackenzie counters. “There was no reason to expect him to be this far from home.”
“Roam foam gnome,” Jensen whispers and leans his head against the wall of the booth.
“I need to call mom,” Mackenzie says but she doesn’t reach for her phone. Jared figures it’ll take a bit for her to get it straight in her head enough to make the call.
“Home,” Jensen whispers. “Jared please home. Yours not hers. Yours Jared.”
Jared rubs Jensen’s back and nods. “Hey,” he tells Mackenzie, “I need to take him home. This has been too much too quick, y’know?”
She doesn’t nod. “What’s wrong with him? I mean…what’s happened? Has he seen a doctor?”
The question scares Jared more than it should. “He was hurt. When his car was stolen or whatever. He spent a lot of time on the streets.”
Mackenzie’s face loses its color.
“A couple of months ago he got beat up and ended up at a clinic where I treated him. “ He tries to put every bit of how serious he is into his voice.
“He was too coherent for me to send him for a psych evaluation. That’s…not a place I would want anyone to end up that didn’t have a clear need to be there. He was too healthy for an emergency room and too hurt to be out there again.”
Jensen's hand rubs Jared’s leg under the table and Jared realizes how upset he’s getting at the insinuation that he did something wrong.
“A CAT scan and MRI might give us a better idea of what’s happened to him, but nothing is immediately wrong with him. He’s not in pain. He’s happy and functioning at a high level of cognition.”
“So you just--kept him?” Indignation rises in her voice again. “We thought he was dead. He’s been gone six damn months and we thought he was dead and the whole time you just kept him?”
“Is dead,” Jensen says loud and clear enough that he’s not to be ignored. “Died and is new and I. Don’t. Know. You.”
He pushes Jared and tries to bodily move him out of the booth. “Don’t know you and don’t like you.” Jared moves out to let Jensen stand up and feel less trapped.
“Look,” Jared says as Jensen tries to drag him away. “I just want what’s best for him.”
“We’re his family,” she snaps back as she stands too. “You can’t expect to get away with this. Davis, what are you thinking, going off with this guy?”
Jensen ignores her and keeps pushing Jared. The waiter comes over to see what the fuss is and Jared hands him money for the food they didn’t eat and snags the pen out of his apron.
“I’m not trying to get away with anything,” Jared says and writes his number down on a napkin. “You’re pushing him away by freaking out like this and I’m taking him home. You calm down and call me and we’ll talk this over like civilized people. I’m not putting him through this stress for something he doesn’t want.”
They walk away and get into a cab even though Jared’s budget really can’t afford it. He rubs Jensen's back and gives him most of the ride home to calm down and collect himself. Truth be told he needs a little time himself to push his own fears aside.
“I want you to stay if you want to stay,” he whispers against Jensen's hair. “But people might come to the apartment and ask you if you want to stay.” Jensen squeezes his hand tight. “When they do,” Jared continues, “When they do, you have to not be scared. You have to be brave and tell them what you want. Can you do that?”
Jensen nods against his shoulder and Jared tries to put aside his fears.
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Mackenzie stares down at the napkin for long seconds. She would have followed them but Davis really was freaking out and it scared her to see her brother who had always been so strong and steady, so bold and sure, acting like that.
She runs her fingers over the edge of the napkin. It has an address as well as the phone number and she calculates what she can do with that. She should call home. Let mom know what she’s found. She can’t though. Can’t put her mother through more uncertainty when even she doesn’t know what is wrong with her brother.
She has to fix this first. Bring him home. She slowly opens her phone and pushes three buttons and then send.
“I’d like to report a kidnapping,” she says when the call is answered. “My brother, Davis. A man’s taken him.”
She’s transferred off to a detective Browning who asks questions like “How old is your brother?” and “Are you his legal guardian?” and “He left with this man without a struggle or protest?”
In the end it boils down to the fact that her brother is capable of making his own decisions until a judge says he isn’t. There’s no law saying he has to be nice to his sister. “I’ll send a patrol car,” he says when she starts to cry. “But if there are drugs involved or signs of illegal activity at the location your brother may be arrested as well.”
“Please,” she says, “I just want him somewhere safe.”
She waits in the diner drinking coffee for two hours before her phone rings again.
“My officers separated him from the other man and spoke to him,” Browning says, “They said he seemed slow but not retarded and not high. If you still feel like he isn’t competent to be making his own decisions, I suggest you contact a lawyer to help you petition a hearing with a judge.”
Mackenzie sits in the back booth. Her tears are spent and her shoulders ache and her head hurts from too much caffeine. She thinks through her options. A lawyer would take too long. Even if they tried to say Davis is in danger, and there’s no proof of that, it won’t be overnight. She wants her brother back. Wants him back now and the law can’t do that for her.
She wishes more than anything that Davis was with her to help her plan her options. He was always so organized. So practical.
She takes a deep breath and dials.
“Hey,” Jared answers the other end. “Hang on.”
She hears a door closing and then “Okay, I’m back. He’s working and I didn’t want to disturb him with this call.”
“I’m sorry,” she blurts out. “About the police. I just want what’s best for him.”
Jared sighs. “I understand that. And believe it or not, I do too. I don’t want to discourage him from seeing his family and then later have him hate me for it. I don’t want to tell him what to do with his life. I don’t want to force him to do something he’ll regret either way.”
“Let him come home,” she begs and hates the way it sounds. “We love him.”
“I know,” Jared says and it sounds like he really does. His gentleness almost makes her feel worse. “But right now he doesn’t know you.” He takes a breath. “Look. Come by tomorrow around lunch time. Don’t call him Davis. Pretend you don’t know who he used to be. Just meet him. Okay?”
“Yeah,” she says and her voice sounds so thick she barely recognizes herself. “I’ll be there.”
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Date: 2008-03-10 05:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-10 05:27 am (UTC)Least this should explain what happened to him, and thankfully nothing bad happened with the cops.
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Date: 2008-03-10 05:31 am (UTC)He loved the museum so much though and the line about the poofies on the dandoliens just tickled me.
Loved it.
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Date: 2008-03-10 05:33 am (UTC)This is KILLING me! I knew it had to happen at some point, and I do kinda want to know what happened to Jensen to make him this way, but I'm terrified they'll be separated and MISERABLE!!! :'(
Make it better?
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Date: 2008-03-10 05:34 am (UTC)Also, Jensen's name is one of the things I've been weirdly interested in about this 'verse, since in the story it just comes from a location, even though the character is a person the reader is meant to recognize by that name. I'm just curious, how did you choose his "real name," the name his family knows him by?
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Date: 2008-03-10 05:35 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-03-10 06:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-10 06:01 am (UTC)I am curious about Jensen's past and if Mackenzie works with Jared instead of against him we'll hopefully learn more.
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Date: 2008-03-10 06:17 am (UTC)OMG you gave me such a scare there! I thought she'd have him put into a ward or something…
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Date: 2008-03-10 08:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-10 08:31 am (UTC)I love your story. It's absolutely amazing. I am anxious and nervous and scared now for Jensen and Jared. I am crossing my fingers and praying everything works out so they can be happy.
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Date: 2008-03-10 08:33 am (UTC)I can only imagine how hard it must be in RL to have a family member experience amnesia. There was a woman here in Vancouver years ago who chose to be "Jane Doe" even after her true identity was found.
Miami? Wow. I wonder what the story there was?
Jared's handling it really well, and I hope that lawyers don't get dragged into this, that would be bad for Jensen.
Great chapter.
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Date: 2008-03-10 09:24 am (UTC)My favourite line was this, it broke me rather a lot!
*“I don’t know her,” he whispers to Jared as they walk. “Please. Please. I don’t know her. I’m not the who she thinks I am.” *
And now I have to work, and this will be on my mind all day, (that is a good thing by the way!)
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Date: 2008-03-10 09:49 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-03-10 10:07 am (UTC)At this one art gallery I know, they have the 'sensing sculptures' room where you can do that. I love it. Especially the big wooden sculptures that're all grain and curves, and the textile stuff with all different textures. Oops, tangent.
Dude. Dude, dude, dude! *Flails* You did a thing and made everything up in the air! I need to know what happens next! And your new person is just trying to do what she thinks is best but it's thrown everything into confusion!
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Date: 2008-03-10 10:49 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-03-10 12:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-10 12:41 pm (UTC)I'm enjoying your world, though I do hope Jensen gets somewhat back to "normal" soon, since I know I would view Jared as using Jensen for sure if I was living in this verse, as much as us readers have the inside knowledge of what is really going on. Complex, yahuh.
Cheers
Lizzie
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Date: 2008-03-10 12:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-10 01:56 pm (UTC)My heart is skipping beats and aching, thanks to you.