2009 Elantra Remote Programming

[Supernatural RPS] Thief


Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Title: Thief
Rating: R
Warning: slash, mention of miscarriage, angst
Notes: I apologize if there are still errors, I did my best XD thank infinitely maidens who are committed to the fanmix (too heroic, lol I did not deserve such an honor). What about ... hmmm, enjoy.
Introduction: an article I read in passing in a supermarket and Jensen realizes feel nostalgia for what once shared with Jared. Can he put things right will remain in his or regret?
Fanmix: right this way

" I can not see That thief
That lives inside of your head But I can be
Some
courage at the side of you bed.
I do not know what's happening and I can not pretend
,
But I can be your, be your. "

Thief - Our Lady Peace

Each murderess , however insane it may be, has its own motive. And at that precise moment could have become his coffee. Or rather, the lack of coffee.

How could this happen? He had taken all the necessary arrangements to avoid a catastrophe like this: in the cabinet there were at least four packets Creative Commons, a jar of coffee had un'evidentissima red line indicating the approaching end of the sheet and also attacked the status reported on the fridge supply. It was mathematically impossible to meet without coffee. Yet it happened.

"Hello world." Snorted loudly and walked towards the room, where he put a large sweatshirt, now torn jeans, sneakers, Capellini and sunglasses. Meta: Starbucks. When searching for car keys taken longer than expected, the murder conviction appeared to be inevitable. He was definitely getting old: he had never been so messy. He tried to force himself to breathe in deeply, just needed to drink some coffee, then everything would have taken a turn in the right direction. Or at least if wished. She closed the door behind him and went down in the garage. He opted for the bicycle At least I'll be stoned in an old form.

After only five minutes turned the corner and smiled in the name of coffee chain. Home sweet home. was already beginning to feel better. Hell, it seemed a junkie in search of the dose.

He shrugged and went inside. When he finally had in his hands the cup of black coffee, hot, the world began to seem a better place and struggled to even a smile blonde girl at the counter, but when it blushed, he realized that perhaps , Danneel would not have approved. He ordered another coffee to go and went back home, where he could take a shower and then a well deserved rest. The small joys of the weekend.

parked his bike and went up the stairs: carpet entrance (which bore the words "revenue at your own risk and peril") found a small package with a letter, and wondered if he had wronged someone recently. He laughed at his own paranoia: clear Oh, now they want to kill the anthrax. You're not the President of the United States of America, my dear, wake up!

picked up on this and entered the house, throwing the keys on the couch, drank a sip of coffee and opened the letter.

love someone is a wonderful thing and if it is a sincere feeling we should not feel in a maze. We are all imperfect beings living in an imperfect world. We do not live with the line by measuring the distances, angles with the goniometer control their income and expenses as the bank account. everything still follows its course and as one can do his best, sometimes it's unavoidable that someone remains injured. Be open and surrender to life as it comes, realizing how wonderful.

I finally finished and I thought I wanted it back, given our recent developments . I'm not going to bother with unnecessary phrases and circumstance, but I wanted to let you know that I'm sorry for what happened.

The book I really enjoyed it and I decided to read another of his: Dance Dance Dance, I'll let you know.

do not have it with you and I have already forgotten what we said. Be heard.

• J.

In the package, of course, there was a copy of Norwegian Wood, who had worked years earlier. Funny how a book she had loved now arouse feelings of anger. But perhaps it was not the fault of the book.

He finished the coffee

mulling what to do. He pulled the phone from his pocket and slowly typed a message: "Hello, I'm glad you enjoyed the book. See you Monday on the set. Have a nice weekend, "

Jared tried the number in the phone book and then sent the message.

Very politically correct, Jensen. Bravo.

Sets the phone to silent and began to make local mind about what to do now that he was completely awake would be a pity throw a morning sleeping. He started with the bedroom. Despite the insistence of Danneel, had never been convinced to take a woman to keep her house in order. He had always been a reserved type and the idea of having an unknown person who wandered around the house poking his nose into his business not excited at all. And then the household had always helped him relax. No, despite the appalling conditions in a bathroom and a basket full of dirty laundry, would never give in to the convenient option of the governess. Never. He put on his iPod earphones in his ears and began undoing the bed would have been a long morning of hard work. When he

Rassetto finished the bathroom was now one o'clock in the afternoon and the clock had started ticking. The idea of finding something to eat in the fridge and decided Marxian utopia seemed to calm the cramps of hunger with a banana. Rich in potassium, a panacea for the muscles. When the rich banquet, took the sheet with a list of spending by the magnet on the fridge ( "I Did not Say It Was Your Fault, I Said I was going to blame you" ) and added the coffee entry in capital letters.

Once you get to the grocery store parking lot became realize you have forgotten your phone at home, and sighed already imagining the scolding he would suffer from Danneel. He put on his sunglasses and went decided to put as little time as possible in order to then go home and enjoy some 'well-deserved rest. Was about to congratulate himself for the record time scored (17 minutes exactly and a cart full, had to exist a sort of reward for similar results) when the eye fell on a gossip magazine, or more precisely on the title Cover: "The love nest of Jared and Genevieve: the star of Supernatural is told." Through the paper came Article rapidly where, on three pages, was described as the actor was excited about married life and Genevieve as he had finally made a complete man and realized. Heard the banana dangerously ascend along the esophagus. Since the fruit had become so difficult to digest? Carelessly dropped the newspaper on the shelf and headed for the checkouts.

dawn of the three was able to return in victory at home. Arranged shopping, filling up first thing in the jar of coffee, and then threw himself on the couch taking off their shoes and faced the phone: four missed calls and two messages. Better than expected. After a brief, but necessary call to Danneel lay comfortably in the cushions and thought the article read just before he returned. Jared wondered if he expected a message less formal and cold, but overall he was convinced that things were fine as they were. Just because I had sent him a letter that did not mean that everything was back to normal.

Yeah, first .

**

Five months before

the end it was finally decided. Ignore the reality was no longer a tactic playable, then it was done courage, he had made to accompany Danneel and with much less effort than expected, had bought the house. Her shyness was not related to money or the fact that he made it dangerously real. No, there was something else. That little, funny and annoying at the same time hope that maybe, if he had waited a little longer if he had been patient, 'maybe ...

smiled sadly and bit into the last piece of tuna and tomato sandwich bought from Starbucks with the inevitable cup of black coffee. He was browsing through the breaking news on the site of the Vancouver Sun when the door swung open letting in a chill wind. Here's how remove the post lunch drowsiness. is accused of mentally not have a camera in the dressing room at that moment because it really annoyed Jared was almost more ridiculous than a Jared in tears. Not that Jared had ever seen crying outside when she dressed the role of Sam, of course. He had recourse to his self-control to not beat about the venture that could see wrinkles on the forehead, did not seem to be the appropriate time. It was then that Jared gave the newspaper on the table. A perfect climax.

"You could also tell me in person you were looking for home." Oh, that from the pulpit.

"Hello Jared, yes okay thanks. You've already eaten? No, I do not think because I suspect you have a low blood sugar acid out of your way to judge. "

" Funny. Answer me? "Jared walked slowly into the room and was now at the side of Jensen who was sitting in the chair. It seemed even higher than usual.

Jensen gave a quick glance at the cover of the magazine titles of gossip: did not take long to understand why the raid. A photo of her and took Danneel middle of the page above the title and announced the recent purchase of real property. It amazed at how news travels at speeds of concern. He did not have time to do something that once was beaten black and white on some website or newspaper gossip. Damn popularity.

"And since, sorry, I must inform you about things I do?" Maybe in his mind the phrase would not be so sharp.

"Oh, wow. Sorry if you thought so you can come to know from you some news and not a newspaper! "

" Look who's talking, "he said in a whisper, lips tight.

"How?"

"I said, Jared: Okay. Chi. Speak. "He tried to avoid the terrible fight on that fact, but surely he would not be falsely accused. He was not the first to keep secret. Love you painted a face on the lips. Perhaps his mother would put on punishment for this behavior is not very mature. But he was no longer twelve years and was not as a naughty child. No, this time it was not his whims.

Jared and Jensen stared intently into her face I could read the hard work he was doing to try to understand what the real reason for the debate.

"Wait, do not eat, I'll help you: four months ago, two before your wedding, you announced your engagement on a comic gossip. O vviamente, without even having the decency to inform me FIRST. What class. "Lifted a hand and dropped rapidly, as if it were an attempt to oust the memory. "A I think marriage is something more important than a house, but the scale of Jared obviously no, uh? Do me the courtesy to keep me from the sermon on the 'me you had to say' why, I repeat if I had not yet grasped, you are the last person who can speak. "Apparently he had hit the mark: Jared was speechless. It shut him up in general was an enormous task.

"It 's different." His voice was strangely calm. Jensen would almost have sworn that he also felt a melancholy tone.

"Oh yeah! How did I forget? For you, everything is always perfect different. Everything is different in Jared-world. True, true. "

" Come on, stop that jerk, I'm serious. It 'another story, that. "Jared tried a smile and put his hand on his shoulder. A weak attempt to soften the atmosphere. Jensen drew back sharply.

"You know what? Fuck you? "

" I wanted to tell you before, really, I tried but ... "Since Jared had become so soft? What had happened in recent months to be able to disrupt their relationship?

"WHAT? You were too busy rockin 'one to forget to tell me? Wow exchange mates fucking faster than I change the boxer. "Wash it all down with a clap. He had once seen a documentary on bees and had felt for those beings who, to defend themselves, they used their only weapon which then became their own cause of death. But in the end he hits to hurt, not considering the consequences. I really hope not to go the way of the bee.

"Companions of purpose?"

"Why should he be other? Only a convenient sexual outlet, no? "It would still not enough, then he would be able to remove him permanently from his head, his life. It was enough to force a while, and it would come out. He felt that the wheels were perfectly fit, finally, the lock would open and he could return to freedom.

When he began to feel trapped?

Jared smiled sweetly, she understood. She put her hand on his cheek and your thumb just touched that we could see the freckles on the cheek. He walked up hoping that the body does not reject Instead he was doing as well as in words.

Jensen closed his eyes and clenched his fists. He felt the breath of his lips brush against Jared, was damn close. He could still stop it, it was easy. If only I had not laid a hand on his shoulder and had not been close to him would be easy. But when ever something between them was easy? He stopped fighting it and in that exact moment he realized that he could never forget. Slowly parted her mouth and let it guide him Jared. It was slow and delicate. A heartbreaking goodbye. He knew that that was the final chapter and would took all that was left. She leaned against the lover's body with his arm around her waist and brought him in a desperate attempt to hold him again, as when things were different. The let out a groan when he felt the language of Jared their way between her lips. Did not resist, had hoped for too long at that time to be able to stop. He realized he had backed off only when he felt the couch behind his legs. Without breaking the kiss he sat down and dragged him Jared.

interrupted when a loud knocking at the time of abandonment, he paused thinking about what kind of monstrosity could ever commit in his previous life. Karma and its sense of Doom humor.

"Jensen on the set in ten minutes!" Work, yes. It took courage and looked into his eyes Jared.

"We must speak, there are many things to explain."

"No, I understand everything, do not worry. We forget what it was like before and friends. "He could really believe it? He saw that Jared looked down, defeated.

"Whatever."

"Well then, see you around. Hello. And after he crushed his hat over his forehead walked toward the exit.

"Remember to close the door when you leave, make a fucking cold today."

If he had left the money for the operation on the table, would have seemed anything but impersonal. But their time was over and it was useless to stop and mull over such details.

time would heal the wounds and would let the dust on painful memories.

***

That night when he turned off the light and laid his head on the pillow is lulled by a bitter regret. If this time maybe not the 'he let go a little' a bit of cowardice 'to anger, maybe now things could be different.

"I ask an act of faith. Or want to become a man full of regrets, that awaits the death alone? "

should not have seen Inception.

As predicted Monday morning on the set followed the usual script. Coffee, tests, jokes, lunch break. No mention in their brief exchange of messages of the previous Saturday. In fact, Jared seemed to deliberately ignore it. But perhaps due to the fact that Genevieve was passat to find it. Blamed himself mentally when he began to feel strong pangs of the temples. Run without the hair was not then a move so brilliant. As he walked to his dressing room he noticed that the happy couple actually seemed not at all. Genevieve for some absurd reason was verbally attacking Jared. The curiosity forced him to hide and listen.

"I'm tired of this situation, you think you're the only one to stay there evil? Help me! "

Gen, not now." They were those wrinkles around the eyes? When Jared had aged so much?

"When? It's never the right time for you! "

" I gotta go, talk about it at home. "

Genevieve sighed very loudly. "Under his orders, Padalecki."

Jensen remarked that perhaps he was wrong in assessing the athleticism of Gen, as attained by the machine could be said to have faced a marathon runner. Or maybe it was just an optical illusion.

Jared ran his hand over his face and squinted. It was the right time to come out and offer some sort of comfort. They were always best friends, right?

"I heard that Misha has brought the cake made by his wife. You know, says that the pregnancy is low and ultimately does nothing but cook, cooking, cooking. A boy will surely diabetes if this continues. You say, let's assume our share of sugar? "

" Hey, Jensen. "Never seen the expression of a child caught in the moment of mischief? The metaphor perfectly describes the reaction of Jared.

"I, um, passed. I could not help but notice that ... okay? "

" Yes! Sure! Why not? What is pie? "

" Apple pie. He says it's in honor Dean and I can only eat if I let down in part. I think he has trouble distinguishing reality from fiction. Really, for anything but you know that I ... "Jared clapped his hands simulating euphoria, it was becoming quite a good actor.

"Then I'll get my share before Misha invent some crazy game show." Having said this went away quickly and Jensen found himself staring at his quick strides.

When he decided to join the rest of the cast to a luncheon organized by Misha noticed Jared, who usually had his right arm in the organization of the future father jokes, was actually sitting in a chair on the sidelines.

"Oh , loser here is the angel! Finally ready to assume your responsibilities? "

" Hey beauty, give me a kiss! "Jensen would never quite Vicki estimated to have married such an individual.

"Get away from me." She smiled and patted her hand affectionately shoulders, Misha promptly handed him two plates with two very generous slices of cake.

"See if you can convince that guy to eat. I would never want her refusal of food trigger the onset of the Apocalypse. Is he sick? I do not think of ever having been denied sweets. "Misha winked at him and pushed him to Jared who was absorbed in something to the cell type. Approached.

"Misha says that if you eat it could put the milk in your tea. You know how vindictive. "At that exact moment rang the phone. Karma, right?

"Sorry Jen, I really respond, then eat it, thanks." And in an instant it disappeared again.

When would end the damn day?

the end, the prayers were answered and did not just turn the keys in the door of the house felt the tension begin to melt slowly. The headache began in the afternoon, however, seemed to be immune to a variety of analgesics taken. He opted for tea and a nice hot bath.

Saturday I get to see you, you miss me? I love you. D-

smirk comfort to read messages in the tank but just as he congratulated himself for the thought, the phone performed a double pike jump and fell into ruin in the water. Bingo.

"SHIT! Well, fantastic, wonderful! "Groped the recovery of a slippery white Iphone immersed in gallons of water covered with foam appeared to be an almost worthy of Indiana Jones. Bravely the foam broke away and began to spread the legs apart while his hands groped desperately to the bottom. Clearly it was placed near the inside thigh.

He stared at the display up rather puzzled. A variety of rainbow filled the screen. The technology was too delicate. But he would not surrender so easily. He put the offending object in the chair next to the sink and finished his ablutions, dried thoroughly, put it boxers blacks torn t-shirt and a dark brown with "Everything is bigger in Texas." A gift to Jared.

He started rummaging in the cabinets in the bathroom where she remembered having seen the hair dryer of Danneel recently. A strange smile was painted on their faces when they finally found him.

"To us." He took the iPhone in one hand and the other a hair dryer. "Phon beats the iPhone!" Rise of the happy beat and began to shoot hot air against the poor household appliance that is aware of the fate toccatagli, decided to cooperate and to resume operation.

"They're wonderful!" As he placed the hair dryer faithful to his place he thought how he would react if he knew Danneel for what noble cause her hair dryer was used. You probably would not understand the genius of it all. Decided that he would remain a secret. Jared would have appreciated, however, even he would come back even useful knowing when it was careless. Yes, the next morning he would set out his new technique worthy of Mc Giver.

replied to the message of Danneel when he was already under the covers and Morpheus was about to drag him into his world.

I miss you so, how goes the filming? Misha soon become dad, you know? I love you, J-.

He could not read the answer I sent him Danneel was already sound asleep.

There is something deeply perverse and sick in the mind of the programmers of the sound of clock radios. It 's a deafening noise, annoying, buzzing, perfect for getting even with his eyes bloodshot. Yet it is a great way to wake up. There are three classes in which you can enter all human beings are the subjects of natural alarm clock. Those people who wake up naturally after a few hours of sleep. Work that way. Their physical recovers sufficiently all the energy in a few hours and then wakes up. The sweet awakening subjects: those that are set maybe the chirping of birds as a ringtone for the alarm. Almost worse than the fallout of the reference clock radio. And finally there are the subjects of violent alarm. The subjects, indeed, from clock radios. Jensen could easily be placed in the third category. But it was a subject not yet adapted itself to its situation. Everything was easy to imagine that every morning the subject was charged off with a punch and instead of greeting the new day with a yawn, Jensen used to swear loudly. Definitely was not a morning person.

five hours. He sat on the bed and stared at a point on the wall in front of him. "I'm too old for all this. "He stood up and walked barefoot to the kitchen. She turned on the faithful coffee maker, radio, and then headed to the bathroom to empty the bladder. He took breakfast to the notes of Daysleeper.

When he arrived on the set realized that not be the only one to acknowledge the effort of early rising. Jared had the deep eye sockets and eyes were swollen almost like the day after their wild night for pubs. How can we forget, were also captured in photos pitiless. If nothing else, he had managed to put on a pair of sunglasses, but Jared had fallen into the trap. The show business had not the heart.

"Jensen know, we appreciate your effort. Really nice of you, do everything to make you come to the eye so we must do our utmost to conceal them. I know that you do to bring out our work, but you should not bother you much. "Kathie, that dear girl. Always managed to elicit a smile in the morning. He drank a sip and closed his eyes. Then he cleared his throat.

"You talk like that because you have not seen Jared."

"You made the evening?" He heard her giggle while handing out meticulously the foundation on her face.

"Oh, no, this time the credit is not mine. I am jealous in fact. It was my favorite sport so desolate the girls had something to complain about! "Barely had time to mention a laugh when Kathie pinched his arm.

"ugly creature. Danneel you have not yet tamed? "

" She loves me for who I am, indeed, love that too. You who do not understand that with generous man you are dealing with! "He gave her a wink.

"Latin lover Okay, we're done, you can go and harass someone else now. You're free. "He sent him a kiss.

"I love you Kathie, you know." Dodge just in time the direct kick to his backside. "What manners!"

As he left that crossed Jared smiled politely. Politically correct.

"Watch out for biting today!"

"Jensen. I hear you, yet you did not go? "

Jared shook his head and laughed slightly. "I was looking for Eric. See you later. "

He found himself nodding undecided about what to do. Jared seemed possessed, you could not go on like that, that guy was able to get to dangerous levels of self-harm. Perhaps his interest was inappropriate, it was just a rough wake of the deep affection he felt once and now obstinately forced to choke. He walked towards the set believing that all would by itself. He had to believe it was the easiest solution for both. And if Jared had really needs her help him would already asked.

The morning was a complete disaster. Jared was on another planet, completely absent and could miss the jokes too obvious. The atmosphere on set was getting worse more and more. He had just managed to atone for the chronic delays that had caused many losses to production and now this. That guy did not know that deep pit was dug. Jensen then decided to take matters in hand and groped an emergency relief.

"Why do not we try with my scene, now the dream at night, please let me be able to do so to sleep more peacefully. "I sincerely hope that no one caught. After several minutes of silence, the proposal was accepted Jensen and Jared were granted a couple of hours to get back in the race.

Jensen barely had time to grab him by the wrist before it disappeared as it had become very good at in recent days.

"The two of us we need to talk, man." Jared stared obstinately on the ground. "Jared? You hear me? "

" Yes "

" And ...? "

"None of your business. I just need a couple of hours, I barely slept last night. I'm just tired, I'm sorry. "And in a moment he broke free from his grip and headed for the dressing rooms.

Jensen shook his fist at his side and clenched his jaw. He had decided to keep it out of what was happening and that hurt him more than he made the announcement of the engagement. Where were we?

Fortunately the break seemed to benefit Jared when he came on set and in fact everything seemed to spin smoothly. Just noticed Jensen the veil of sadness that had fallen on the face of Jared.

He felt trapped, she knew she had to do something but he understood clearly that Jared would never have asked for help. And ignore the whole thing was not an option. Decided that the next evening would have gone for a drink and, even if he would not have said anything, at least he tried to distract him as he could do very well once.

Jensen struggled to sleep that night, the thought of Jared did not let him sleep until two submitted. Kathie would surely have appreciated the gift.

one who said that once you hit bottom you can just go up had not completely disregard the human imagination. Otherwise could not understand why the car was already parked when Jared Jensen came on set. How was it possible that a chronic latecomer could in less than two weeks to become a workaholic Jensen worse?

knocked on the door of the dressing room and received no answer when he tried to lower the handle. Open.

"Uh, Jared?" Silence. Yet it could be already made up, the girls do not were still arriving, as well as half the crew, and had also ruled that he was already feeling. Please try again. "Jared?" This time he received a short gasp as the answer. "... You're wrong?" He stepped cautiously into the room, when at last his eyes fell on the bed. Jared was sleeping.

"What the fuck ... Jared! What are you doing, sleeping? "Jared moved slowly in bed, rubbing his palms over his eyes. He yawned.

"Jensen. What are you doing here? "

"I saw your car out and I wanted to know what drugs have you done to be able to get there before me!" It had become clear that he had spent the night in the dressing room. He thought he had read the article on the gossip magazine. Perfect couple, right.

"Man, it's morning? I must have fallen asleep here by mistake. "

" By accident, yes. "Jensen nodded and pretended to play the game. "Tonight you and I go out, Chris told me that he found a place where they live music."

"No, this ser ..."

"Have I not asked, I told you, Jared." Hated assume dictatorial tone, but the situation left no other options. "You're practically a zombie, I do not want to tell you? Okay, I accept it but do not pretend that everything is great, because I really do not fool anyone. And most of all risks of playing his ass. Yesterday they were all pretty pissed off. "

" If only for a beer. "

" Good. "

"Good." Jared sat on the bed. Jensen knew that would come out as soon as possible and move towards makeup. Why was determined to stay still bare-chested? It was not difficult enough already everything?

"Then I am going to make, see you later."

"See you later, hello." Jared held up his hand in salute and Jensen ran out of the dressing room.

Contrary to expectations the day did not encounter major difficulties, removed Misha who had proposed a march naked for the rights of the seals, there were no mishaps. At lunch he saw again that Jared barely touched food and hoped to arrive when the first cut end of the day.

At ten twenty, Jensen knocked, for the second time that day, the door of the dressing room Jared. Without waiting for an answer, went inside.

"I'm going to change me, and between a half hour I'm ready, confirm?" Jared was back to the phone. "Uh. Sorry! "Jensen put her hand over her mouth. The friend, without interrupting the call, winked at him and nodded: message received.

He took a quick shower and changed: Jeans, sweatshirt and sneakers. He wondered if he was one of the cardinal sins of laziness. When he came out of the dressing room, Jared was already waiting for him. Beautiful as always, perhaps even more, now that his eyes were so sad. It would be a very interesting evening.

Second (and last) part