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longsufferinglyI have to edit my Big Bang, and work on Sweet Charity, and finish my George of the Jungle AU, so I don't really have time to write a FF8 J2 AU.
If I was going to write it, it would probably include these scenes.
"Chad again?" asks Instructor Harris with a sigh.
"Is Chad getting this talk?" he asks, swinging his legs over the side of the hospital bed. He's a little dizzy, but he's fine. He'll pass his exam without problems.
Instructor Harris pushes her glasses up and tilts her head. She's only a year older than he is--a genius, he's been told. He doesn't understand that. What does it mean, to be a genius when you're a mercenary? When she was ten, did she kill at a twenty-year-old level? It doesn't seem like the kind of thing one should have a natural aptitude for.
It doesn't seem like the kind of thing Instructor Harris has an aptitude for. But he's never seen her in the field.
"If I hated someone," she says, "I wouldn't want us to have matching scars."
Hate is too simple a word for how he and Chad feel about each other. He can't stand the idea that Chad could do something to him that he couldn't do back. He doesn't tell Inspector Harris this; he doesn't expect her to understand.
Doctor Beaver comes in. "Oh, Danneel, I was just going to call you."
"How is he, Dr. Beaver?"
"Open your eyes, kid," says Doctor Beaver. He shines a light in both eyes. "Head trauma," he says. "Any memory loss? Say your name for me."
He blinks the spots out of his eyes. "Jensen."
*
"This isn't just some family dispute," says Jared. "This is important. I might not have been raised fighting like you, but I'm catching up fast. And Timber--do you know what independence would mean to them?"
"You have your meetings on the floor. You can't even understand your contract. And now it turns out you're doing all of it to get back at your dad?"
"Yeah," says Aldis, "Jensen's got daddy issues and he doesn't hire mercenaries to kill dudes for him."
Jensen's dad is the most popular guy in the world, he sometimes feels like. Jeff Morgan was a globetrotting reporter, apparently nice to every fucking person in the world, and no one cared that he'd left his son behind because he was too brokenhearted about his wife's death.
Not that Jensen's bitter.
"Jensen is a mercenary," says Jared. He cocks his head. "You have daddy issues?"
"This isn't where we all bond," says Jensen irritably. "You realize we're assassinating someone, right? That's the mission you're on right now, Jared--we're killing someone."
"I'm killing someone," Kane drawls. "Y'all are just watching the magic."
"Stay home, Jared," says Jensen. "You don't need to see this."
*
"Give me a tour," says Jared.
He's got his charming smile on--the smile that is designed to make Jensen do what he wants. Jensen wonders how often he used that smile on Chad.
He wonders if it worked.
"It won't be very interesting," says Jensen.
Jared grins. "That's not no."
"No," Jensen agrees. "It's not."
*
"You have got to stop being so mean," says Misha.
Jensen glares at him.
"Look," says Chris, "I'm with Misha on this one. You're breaking the guy's heart."
"..." says Jensen.
"So here's what you have to do," says Misha. "Me and Chris and Aldis have a band set up. There's music. There's lights. There's romance."
"Don't fuck it up," says Chris."
"I'm not--" says Jensen. "What do you want me to do?"
"Get laid, you virgin," says Chris.
*
"I can do this," says Jared.
Jared has this look he gets--Jensen recognizes it now, knows all of Jared's expressions, knows how Jared feels just from looking at his face--like he knows he's in over his head, but he's not willing to admit it. Stubborn and stupid and--this is not okay.
"No," says Jensen. "You can't. I'm--god, Jared, my whole life since I was five, I've been raised knowing this is what I do. I'm a trained killer, and you're not. You've never killed anyone in your life, and I'm not gonna let you ruin that."
Jared stares at him for a minute. "Did I ever tell you," he says, "how glad I am it was you and not Chad that got assigned to me?"
Jensen shakes his head. "Stay here," he says.
Jared, as usual, doesn't.
"I'm not going to do anything," he says, slipping his hand into Jensen's. "I just--yeah."
Jensen squeezes once, and then pulls away. "I need that hand to kill people."
Jared laughs. "My bad."
If I was going to write it, it would probably include these scenes.
"Chad again?" asks Instructor Harris with a sigh.
"Is Chad getting this talk?" he asks, swinging his legs over the side of the hospital bed. He's a little dizzy, but he's fine. He'll pass his exam without problems.
Instructor Harris pushes her glasses up and tilts her head. She's only a year older than he is--a genius, he's been told. He doesn't understand that. What does it mean, to be a genius when you're a mercenary? When she was ten, did she kill at a twenty-year-old level? It doesn't seem like the kind of thing one should have a natural aptitude for.
It doesn't seem like the kind of thing Instructor Harris has an aptitude for. But he's never seen her in the field.
"If I hated someone," she says, "I wouldn't want us to have matching scars."
Hate is too simple a word for how he and Chad feel about each other. He can't stand the idea that Chad could do something to him that he couldn't do back. He doesn't tell Inspector Harris this; he doesn't expect her to understand.
Doctor Beaver comes in. "Oh, Danneel, I was just going to call you."
"How is he, Dr. Beaver?"
"Open your eyes, kid," says Doctor Beaver. He shines a light in both eyes. "Head trauma," he says. "Any memory loss? Say your name for me."
He blinks the spots out of his eyes. "Jensen."
*
"This isn't just some family dispute," says Jared. "This is important. I might not have been raised fighting like you, but I'm catching up fast. And Timber--do you know what independence would mean to them?"
"You have your meetings on the floor. You can't even understand your contract. And now it turns out you're doing all of it to get back at your dad?"
"Yeah," says Aldis, "Jensen's got daddy issues and he doesn't hire mercenaries to kill dudes for him."
Jensen's dad is the most popular guy in the world, he sometimes feels like. Jeff Morgan was a globetrotting reporter, apparently nice to every fucking person in the world, and no one cared that he'd left his son behind because he was too brokenhearted about his wife's death.
Not that Jensen's bitter.
"Jensen is a mercenary," says Jared. He cocks his head. "You have daddy issues?"
"This isn't where we all bond," says Jensen irritably. "You realize we're assassinating someone, right? That's the mission you're on right now, Jared--we're killing someone."
"I'm killing someone," Kane drawls. "Y'all are just watching the magic."
"Stay home, Jared," says Jensen. "You don't need to see this."
*
"Give me a tour," says Jared.
He's got his charming smile on--the smile that is designed to make Jensen do what he wants. Jensen wonders how often he used that smile on Chad.
He wonders if it worked.
"It won't be very interesting," says Jensen.
Jared grins. "That's not no."
"No," Jensen agrees. "It's not."
*
"You have got to stop being so mean," says Misha.
Jensen glares at him.
"Look," says Chris, "I'm with Misha on this one. You're breaking the guy's heart."
"..." says Jensen.
"So here's what you have to do," says Misha. "Me and Chris and Aldis have a band set up. There's music. There's lights. There's romance."
"Don't fuck it up," says Chris."
"I'm not--" says Jensen. "What do you want me to do?"
"Get laid, you virgin," says Chris.
*
"I can do this," says Jared.
Jared has this look he gets--Jensen recognizes it now, knows all of Jared's expressions, knows how Jared feels just from looking at his face--like he knows he's in over his head, but he's not willing to admit it. Stubborn and stupid and--this is not okay.
"No," says Jensen. "You can't. I'm--god, Jared, my whole life since I was five, I've been raised knowing this is what I do. I'm a trained killer, and you're not. You've never killed anyone in your life, and I'm not gonna let you ruin that."
Jared stares at him for a minute. "Did I ever tell you," he says, "how glad I am it was you and not Chad that got assigned to me?"
Jensen shakes his head. "Stay here," he says.
Jared, as usual, doesn't.
"I'm not going to do anything," he says, slipping his hand into Jensen's. "I just--yeah."
Jensen squeezes once, and then pulls away. "I need that hand to kill people."
Jared laughs. "My bad."
