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Deadly Glance

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 18:49:42 GMT

Title: The One with the Deadly Glance Part 16
Characters: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Chris Kane/Steve Carlson, Tom Welling/Mike Rosenbaum, Chad Michael Murray/Sophia Bush, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Jim Beaver
Warnings: Eventual NC-17, will add as it develops

Summary: There is a genetic coding that transforms a person into a dragon or the dragons psychic connection. The government has figured out how to tap into the coding and force the transformation. Jared and Jensen are two such people. Paired together, they must learn to deal not only with their new abilities, but each other in a world that has turned against them.
Part one starts here

At first Jensen just chocked it up to being tired. He remembered how whipped Chris would look after testing. But then it became blatantly clear to him that Jared was avoiding him. There was the careful shuffling as everyone settled at the table for dinner. Jared sat neither next to him nor across from him. Jensen would have to actively search out Jared’s gaze, not that Jared ever looked up, let alone looked at him. He knows; he spent the majority of the meal staring at Jared, ignoring the flow of conversation around him.

On the walk back to the squat Jared walked sandwiched between Sophia and Chad. Chad shot death glares at Jensen so often he was stumbling over the occasional swells of the ground as they cut across the dying, yellowed grass. Jensen fell back to talk to Chris and Steve, but Steve was handing out a serious ass chewing in that calm, quiet way of his. That left Mike and Tom.

“What crawled up their butt’s and died,” Jensen asked rhetorically waving to encompass the three huddled up ahead and the two trailing well behind, not really expecting either of them to know.

“Nothing has, that’s the problem.” Mike grinned like it was a joke, but his tone said he was very serious.

Tom reached out and smacked him across the chest. Mike flinched and held his hands over his chest but did not retaliate. “Not everything can be solved with a good ass reaming, Mike.”

“In this case I think it can. Look, Chad is finally getting enough to keep him satisfied, but is he deliriously happy, drunk on the sex?” Jensen thought about it. Chad had been sappy with love those first few weeks, but it cooled off a lot once he and Sophia started up. Previously, he had been more than willing to flaunt his conquests. The more Jensen thought about it, the more he realized that it was not the reaction he had expected. While he was glad for the lack of detailed recountings of their nightly romps, he wondered at the unexpected reprieve.

“When you take into account the proclivities of the rest of us in the group, Chad’s amazingly vanilla. Always the ladies and I bet you he’s always the top.” Jensen snorted but nodded; Mike was right. Tom and Mike were strongly sado-masochistic and Chris and Steve liked their power plays. Whenever Jensen had been invited to play with either couple, he had always left thoroughly physically satisfied. “I’m guessing it’s a case of ‘Methinks he doth protest too much.’” They all got a laugh out of that. The thought of Chad, who got squeamish over guys holding hands, secretly wanting a hot throbbing cock up his ass was too delicious; and seriously thought provoking. He was pulled out of the beginnings of a fantasy when he saw Sophia look over her shoulder at them. Jensen thought he saw her wink, but was certain he had not. She was taking sides in whatever disagreement he and Jared were in and it was not his.

“Okay, so maybe Chad is not as exuberant in sharing his sex tales as we expected.” Jensen still did not see how this was a bad thing. “But that doesn’t explain Jared and Chris and Steve.” Looking back, he saw that Steve was still going. Chris looked thoroughly pissed but he was listening. Steve was one of the few people he would listen to when he got in that mood. Since it was Steve that brought on the fit of temper, Jensen was intrigued.

“That one’s easy; I’m surprised you haven’t figured it out yet.” Wondering what weird philosophy Mike would come out with this time, Jensen waited to be amused. “Chris fucked you.” Stunned, Jensen stopped and watched as Mike and Tom walked on. They knew and if they knew then so did Jared. But why this reaction; complements were known to play together. Hell, it was not like he had been celibate before the kid came along. Sure, partners did tend to glom onto each other quickly and he and Jared had been taking it slow. Really slow. To the point that he had gotten some pointed looks and questions. He thought they had been heading in the right directions. Waking up curled around Jared this morning had felt fantastic. He had been looking forward to doing it again all day. Damn, maybe he did fuck up.

“I don’t care if you thought you were helping.” Steve’s voice was a low hiss that traveled in the still heat of the evening. Jensen did not think that Steve knew he could hear. “Jared’s all messed up over it and now we have to fix it.” Seeing that they were closing in on a stalled Jensen, Steve stopped talking and they passed him in silence. Steve radiating disdain, Chris glaring with everything he had. Jensen was not sure if the anger was aimed at him, or the situation they put themselves in. Either way, he had to do something. If Jared was that hurt that his friend’s were banding together, then it was Jensen’s responsibility to fix it.

Seeing the glowing tip of a cigarette in the distance, Jensen had an idea and spent the next few hours bouncing from the Squats to the Partner’s Apartments, to The House were all the singles lived. His idea was met with a lot of enthusiasm. Almost too much enthusiasm he thought. But after the events of the last couple days, everyone was looking for an excuse to relax or blow off some steam. Everyone got so swept up in it that plans were organized and set to go tomorrow night. It was sooner that Jensen had wanted. He wanted a little more time to let things with Jared cool down and ease back into everyone’s good graces. Get them on his side, their side. Whichever side had Jared happy and them together.

When he made it back to the squat, very late at night, he was not expecting everyone to still be up. They had that air of interrupting a conversation so as not to let him know what was being said. Not looking at Jared or Chris, certain that would only fan the flames of their ire, Jensen nodded to Mike in acknowledgment of his wrong-doings and in appreciation letting him know what the problem was. He had been practicing sending thought along his link without using actual words as Tom’s behest. When Mike nodded back, he knew it worked. Next was Steve and the idea that Jared was his responsibility first and that he was working on it. One corner of Steve’s mouth quirked up. “He’s ours, too; so are you.” From the softening of Sophia’s features, Jensen was sure that she had picked up on all of that. Feeling the room thaw a little, he made his way up the stairs to the solitary bed. Still awake when the others trooped upstairs not much later, he listened as Jared settled into his bed and was left to dream of a night when they could lay together again.

Part 17 soon

Deadly Glance

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 20:28:05 GMT

Title: The One with the Deadly Glance Part 15
Characters: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Chris Kane/Steve Carlson, Tom Welling/Mike Rosenbaum, Chad Michael Murray/Sophia Bush, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Jim Beaver
Warnings: Eventual NC-17, will add as it develops

Summary: There is a genetic coding that transforms a person into a dragon or the dragons psychic connection. The government has figured out how to tap into the coding and force the transformation. Jared and Jensen are two such people. Paired together, they must learn to deal not only with their new abilities, but each other in a world that has turned against them.
Part one starts here

“Jared? Jared, honey, I need you to talk to me.” There was a voice. It was low and concerned. Jared turned from it. He was in a cocoon waiting for the ugliness to pass so he could be something new, something beautiful that people could love. He was not ready and the voice was trying to break the chrysalis too soon. “Jared, come on out, baby.” A ray of light punctured through and Jared twisted, trying to avoid it. It was too late. The protective covering cracked chipped away and Jared was looking deep into Sophia’s eyes. Deep chocolate, so sweet, blurred.

“Oh, Jared. It’s okay. I got you.” He felt himself being pulled in, cushioned and closed his eyes. Only then, when he felt them fall, trickling down his cheeks, did Jared realize that he was crying. It opened the floods and Sophia’s shirt was soaked as he snuffled through his congestion. His whole body heaving with his sobs, he clenched tight to her. Sophia held on and let him sob it out.

Tears slowing, breath coming under control, Jared leaned back and wiped his face with the back of his hand. “Thanks,” he mumbled, voice tear tight.

“Sure, baby. You wanna tell us what happened?” Jared shook his head still hiding behind his restless hands as they ineffectively swiped at his tearstained cheeks flushed from his crying jag.

“Jared, man. You can’t go all catatonic like that and not tell us what happened.” They all looked at Chad in surprise. “What, he scared the crap out of me.”

Jared shook his head and tried on a grin. “I’m surprised you know a word as big as catatonic.” He aimed for lighthearted and thought he came tolerably close. Fake it ‘til you make it was a life lesson he learned the hard way a long time ago. If he could keep up the bubbly attitude, they would relax and forget and then he could, too.

“Fuck you, dude.” Chad swung out and playfully slapped Jared’s cheek.

“Ah, there’s the Chad we all know.” Going with it, Jared wrapped Chad up in his long arms and reeled him in until he could press his knuckles into the top of Chad’s head and rubbed hard. “Swear words and piss poor attitude.”

“Stop, you freaking octopus!” Jared gave on last rub before letting him loose, keeping a hand near as Chad struggled upright and found his balance. They were both grinning and breathing a little harder and Jared thought he had managed it until he saw Steve and Sophia staring, not amused.

“Chad’s right. There’s something going on inside that head of yours and it’s locked up tight.” Chad broke into a dance when Sophia said that and she spoke on over his crows of delight. “If you won’t talk to us at least talk to Jensen.” Jared flinched and they all saw.

“Jensen? Oh, honey. What did he do?’

‘Chris,” Steve said, dry and sure. “Chris was in the squat. It’s a pair thing that comes in after some time together, you can sense when the other is near.”

Chad, who looked like he had been trying to pump himself up to go after Jensen, stopped midstride. “Chris, what does Chris have to do with anything?” They all watched as Chad visible ran it through his head and came out with, “Oh, gross! And no way, Jensen is all wrapped up in Jared. I’ve seen him haunting pairs with that glint of longing. No way does he finally get what he wants and then turns to Chris.”

“We’ve played with him before,” Steve shrugged as if it was nothing. The ashes of Jared trembled and crumbled. “We knew he was looking for a little of what we had as partners. That intangible, immutable bond; and he does have it now.” He bent down and stared right into Jared. “After all the years of waiting and looking, he finally has it and it is so much more than he could imagine. It always is. It is instant and intense and all consuming. He is scared that something this big could not last and so he is clinging to what he knows. Chris and I talked the other night. We were concerned about how slow you two were moving. I guess Chris saw an opportunity to move things along. What Chris did was to help; even if it was the wrong way to do it.”

Jared nodded in understanding. Jensen was scared. Hell, so was he. But he did not go running off to jump on someone else’s lap. That was part of what hurt the most. That Jensen did not feel that he could talk to Jared about it. That crazy intense connection is what made Jared want to tell Jensen everything, even when he knows he is not ready to talk about it. To rehash every last bit to someone new.

“Jared?” Steve ducks lower to peer beneath Jared bangs.

“Yeah, Steve. I’m good.” Slowly pushing upright, Jared gives Steve some time to back up and give Jared room. “I’m going to take a walk. I’ll see you at dinner, okay.”

“Jared,” Sophia reached out. Her hand barely rests on his arm but it held him still nonetheless. “I don’t think you should be alone right now.”

“I’ll be okay.” Jared has to look away as her gaze turns pleading. “I just need to think right now.” He steps back, letting her arm fall off him, before he turns and shuffles through the door. He does not think about where he is going; if he should turn left or right. He just moves through the halls, turning when it feels right or when he sees people. Finally, he stops and blinks trying to figure out where in the maze of halls and rooms he has taken himself. There is an open door to his left. He peers around the frame and sees four phones. Trying desperately hard not to think, glad there is no one there to see him, Jared picks up one of the phones. It is one of those older fashioned ones. The black handset that sits cradled attached by the kinked cord. The buttons are small and grey but raised, not little pads. Taking a deep breath, Jared does not say the number, does not think it, just lets his fingers press where they fall.

“Hello?”

“Momma?”

“Jared? Oh my God, Jared. Honey, are you okay, where are you?”

“Momma.”

Part 16 here

It's short, I know. But I wanted to wrap this little part up before the holiday. Happy Thanksgiving. I will be helping to uphold the tradition of turkey, potatoes and watching the Lions get trounced.

Thu, 19 Nov 2009 00:50:34 GMT

Kind of a reverse Big Bang, but smaller. I'm thinking of giving it a try when sign-ups open. I don't know. Maybe I'm crazy.

Deadly Glance

Wed, 18 Nov 2009 20:34:47 GMT

Title: The One with the Deadly Glance Part 14
Characters: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Chris Kane/Steve Carlson, Tom Welling/Mike Rosenbaum, Chad Michael Murray/Sophia Bush, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Jim Beaver
Warnings: Eventual NC-17, will add as it develops

Summary: There is a genetic coding that transforms a person into a dragon or the dragons psychic connection. The government has figured out how to tap into the coding and force the transformation. Jared and Jensen are two such people. Paired together, they must learn to deal not only with their new abilities, but each other in a world that has turned against them.
Part one starts here

They saw the notice as they trooped in for breakfast the next day. Everyone needed to meet in the auditorium at 9:00 regardless of their schedules. “Think this has something to do with last night,” Chad asked for once deadly serious. No one had an answer for him, but everyone was thinking it had to.

“Anything like this ever happen before?” Sophia looked to Mike.

“Flipping Day is the only time I’ve ever seen them hold compound meetings. They don’t even do anything for the people leaving us at the end of the year.” He pulled the door open for everyone to walk through and Jared was hit with the wave of unnatural silence. It was disturbing to be in the cafeteria and not drown in the loud buzz of so many talking. Walking in, he could feel every person looking at him. He had gotten used to it over the last few weeks. Things had died down a little bit, but there were still a few that were obsessed with the kid that unexpectedly flipped and took out a bus.

This time it felt different, though. It was not just him they were looking at, but everyone in the complement. Jared leaned down to whisper in Jensen’s ear. “Do you think they know what happened yesterday.”

Jensen shrugged staring straight ahead avoiding looking at any one or anything. “We’ll find out soon enough.” Jared nodded and rounded his shoulders in towards his chest trying to stand out less. He felt taller, more obvious than normal. Despite the grumbling of his stomach, Jared was not at all interested in eating. He just wanted the meeting to start so he could know whatever it was that was so important. Shutting down and running on automatic, Jared followed Jensen through the line, not grabbing anything and took a seat next to him at one of the round tables that were generally used by complements. He was spacing out, somewhat conscious of the pattern of the tabletop when sugary goodness in the form of bowls of Rice Krispie’s and Cookie Crisps, a plate of pancakes swimming in syrup and doughnuts dropped in front of him. Chris, Steve, Chad and Sophia had each gotten him something before they took their places around the table. Jensen bumped shoulders and smiled when Jared looked over at him.

“Gotta keep up the sugar intake.” Jensen nodded his head at Jared’s provided food. Jared smiled wanly and then shocked himself by thinking there was no way he could actually eat all of that. Then, he could not help laughing as Tom arrived with a plate of fruit that he handed over while Mike pushed everything back to set a glass canister of sugar in front of Jared with a loud clunk.

“Might as well just ingest the pure thing, right,” Mike said slapping Jared on the back before plopping into his seat. Chris punched Mike in the shoulder while Chad snickered and then they were all laughing loud and obnoxious in the thick silence pushing at them from the other tables. It did not matter to Jared as he felt the tension melt off him. Nor did it matter to his friends as they carried on as if everything was normal. Soon, their exuberance loosened those closest to them and spread until the cafeteria was its usual buzzing roar. It was a rowdy bunch that trickled through the door that separated the cafeteria from the auditorium in what was once a small, private hangar. Jared stood leaning with his friends along the back wall again.

Jared watched as once again, Jeff got everyone’s attention by tapping on the microphone producing a squawk of feedback. With a grunt, he cleared his throat as the last hum of conversation died down. “He’s sweating,” Jared said surprised.

Tom leaned around Mike and Steve to look at Jared. “How do you know?” His head swiveled back to the stage to take in the indistinct form of Jeff and then back to Jared. He looked too excited for Jared’s peace of mind. “Could it be another aspect of your abilities,” he hissed not wanting his voice to carry in the silence as they all waited for Jeff to start. Jared shook his head, not sure what he thought. Last night was a hazy memory wrapped up and layered in waking in Jensen’s arms. He has no clue just what his abilities could do. Maybe the telescoping vision was the normal and last night was a fluke because he was thinking so hard about Jensen.

“He’s anxious.” Sophia was fully absorbed in staring at Jeff and did not notice Tom’s attention swing her way. “Or scared, I can’t quite tell. But he’s got some serious vibes coming off him.”

“Can you tell what it’s about?” Jensen was the only one not sporting some variation of surprise.

“No, he’s blocked up pretty good. All I’m getting is the occasional wild spike.” Her eyes squinched shut a little as she stared with a laser focus at Jeff. “I think-” she shuddered and rocked back on her heels, pressing into the wall as it held her up. “Damn, I almost had it. He pushed me out.” She looked up at them all, eyes wide in shock. “I think it was a warning to back off.”

“You can read him,” Tom whipped around and glared at Jensen, “and you knew about it. We are having a talk as so as we are done here.” His voice rose and he got a few looks from those sitting in the row in front of them. “You don’t hide that kind of shit from us.” His indignant, righteous cry carried over the silent crowd. Mike pressed a hand to Tom’s chest pushing him back against the wall.

“This is not the time.” While Jensen looked ashamed, Sophia opened her mouth as if she wanted to protest. “Not now!” Thankfully, Jeff chose that moment to start the meeting and pulled any remaining attention away from them as Mike leaned in and whispered to Tom. Whatever he was saying, Jared could tell it was working. Tom went from practically quivering with rage to relaxing, even giving a rueful chuckle.

“Thank you all for coming. I know this is inconvenient and I will do my best to get you all back to your lessons as soon as possible.” He wrapped his hand around the base of the microphone and pulled it from the stand. “I know you all are aware of the protesters we had yesterday. Due to a couple ill advised pranks, they came under the impression that we, as dragons, attacked them. I assure you that we plan to take no actions against those who took part in the fly over and the smoke bomb yesterday.”

Jared turned to Steve and mouthed ‘smoke bomb?’ Steve shrugged because he knew just as little as the rest of them. Jeff went on, pacing now. He looked like talking and moving was costing him a great deal of energy. “Unfortunately, they have footage that has been wildly distorted to make it look like they were, in fact, attacked. Due to this, the officials in the government whose job it is to oversee our operation have decided that it is everyone’s best interest that there is a more immediate military presence within the compound.” By the time he got through the last of this, he was shaking, panting so bad that it took a moment for the information to process. Once it did, the response was explosive. People were on their feet, shouting. Most were cries that it was not possible. It went against the treaty that brought the end of the battles during The Shift. There were a few that were calling for others to stand and fight. They were not going to sit back and let the military take over control. Jared was wondering why the staff was letting it go on. Some people were really getting fired up and were not far from storming out and taking on the guard at the gates. He turned to Chris on his other side and was nervous to find he was no longer there.

Frantically looking around, calling the others to look for him he did not realize that Jensen and Tom were no longer with them. Chad had to physically grab his shoulders and point him in the direction of the doors. Christian was guarding the door that lead back into the cafeteria. Tom and Jensen were blocking the double doors to outside. All three with their legs wide and braced, their arms crossed on their chests looked implacable, immovable. There would be no getting passed them even if someone was crazy enough to try.

Mike and Steve joined some of the staff to help get everyone back in their seats. Jared watched warily as one kid tried to get into a shoving match with Steve. The kid only grew more irritated every time Steve adroitly sidestepped and otherwise ignored all his efforts.

“He doesn’t look too good.” Jared followed Sophia’s gaze and saw Jeff still on stage. His hair was drenched, his face flushed.

“He looks like he has the flu.”

“Shit, go catch him.” Chad gave Jared a shove up the aisle to the stage. “Go!” Another shove and Jared gave in to his own sense of unease, quick steps carrying him quickly forward. “Damn it Jared, faster!” Chad’s insistence in urgency made Jared panic and he broke into a run, mind clamoring. Just what did Chad see? Why did he have to go? Jeff’s sick, the military is coming. He did not sign up for this shit. He did not sign up for anything. Panic carried him forward, taking the three steps to the stage in one lunging step. Then Jeff was in front of him sweating, shaking and mumbling.

“I can’t hold … stay away. I tried. Sorry, I tried.” Jeff’s arms snapped out and clamped around Jared’s shoulders. His burning glazed eyes landed on Jared and attached themselves, never wavering. “Do not trust anyone else. Take care of them.” Letting go of Jared, Jeff took a shaky step back then his eyes rolled up and all of his muscles went lax.

With an awkward hold around Jeff’s shoulders, Jared eased Jeff down. Not sure what else to do, he pulled on his doctor show training and patted Jeff’s cheek. “Jeff? Come on, man.” His mind stuck on a loop ‘He’s gotta wake up. What’s wrong with him, he’s gotta wake up.’ Jared continued until he felt a gentle hand on his back. He twisted to look over his should and saw Sam Ferris with Jensen behind her.

Jensen held out a hand, “Come on Jared. Let Sam take care of him.” Nodding numbly, Jared grabbed the hand and let it pull him up and guide him back to the wall with his friends. Jensen’s hand in his was warm, wonderful, and Jensen never let go. Even as he pulled Jared into his side so that Jared was more leaning on him than the wall. He held their clasped hands against his chest and wrapped his other arm around Jared’s back to palm his neck, kneading the tense muscles there.

Calmer, Jared imagined the little ball of light Jensen showed him and let the soothing waves of white heat pulse over him. It was not until they were leaving that Jared realized he had disconnected enough and could only call up vague recollections of the meeting. He knew at some point Jeff was wakened and taken off the stage. Jim stepped up and talked for a while. The one part that stuck out clearly was when a ripple of disquiet shook Jared as Jim mentioned a liaison working closely with Jeff.

Curled close and held tight, Jared did not leave Jensen’s side until he was forced into bed and ordered by Jensen to stay with the threat of Chris sitting on him if he got up. Jensen joined the others downstairs to discuss the meeting and Sophia’s stunt earlier. Jared had the indistinct feeling that he should be down there. I did not matter, though. He missed all the important conversations.

Jared slept for hours, not waking until Jensen got him to go to their pairs training. He was ravenous, having slept through lunch. Near the end of the session as Jared was getting ready to take his first flight, he was pulled off the field and sent to the nurses’ station.

Before he could wander off, Jensen pulled Jared in for a quick hug. “You did good today. I’ll see you back at the squat, okay?” Jared nodded, smug with pleasure at Jensen’s show of affection. On the walk over, Jared realized that other than the casual almost flirtation at the museum, this was the first time Jensen had touched him that did not serve some kind of purpose. Jared was ridiculously happy when he reached the station and had to dart out of the way as Chris blasted through the doors.

“Chris,” Jared called out tentatively. Only once before had he seen Chris this riled up and Steve had been there to control him.

Chris whirled around, arms swinging out with the force, and snarled “What?” before seeing that it was Jared. “You, too? Good luck. They are in a foul mood today.”

“I’m sure you had nothing to do with that.” Jared was relieved to see Chris’s unrepentant grin. They stood there, grinning for a moment too long. Just as it was starting to feel odd Chris reached back and opened the door for Jared with a flourish. “Milady.”

Jared whapped Chris on the chest pulling an oomph of pressure released air as he stepped up through. Despite the joking mood, Jared froze when Chris placed a hand on his arm, stopping him. “Don’t let them push you around. You have to let them do the tests, no escaping that. But they can be nice about it.” Jared nodded, his fear alleviated when Chris removed his hand and had not picked up on his reaction. It had been a long time since he had frozen like that at a touch. Oblivious, Chris smiled. “Catch ya later.”

Jared found a nurse waiting just inside for him. As they were taking measurements, something that had already been done during the first individual pairs training, Jared though about what had just happened.

When he had first arrived, Samantha Smith had cornered him and pointedly told him that she was always available to talk to, should he feel the need. At first, Jared had chalked it up to the whole flipping thing. But now he wondered if maybe she knew about thing from before. Considering everything that had been going on, talking to someone probably was not a bad idea. Not Sam, though. Jared had bounced through a couple psychiatrists before he found one he could talk to. She did not give him that same feeling of security he needed to open up. Jensen did make him feel safe and cared for, but Jared was not ready to have that talk. They were just starting to get started on something. He did not want to clog it all up with his past issues.

Determined to think of someone to talk to, Jared let himself be poked, prodded and attached to wires. While he was running on the treadmill, hooked up to something to measure his oxygen intake, Jared began to feel a little shaky. He started to slow down and was yelled at, ordered to keep going. He did as he gave his head a shake, trying to clear his vision a little. Another few minutes and things were looking a little faded around the edges. Another shake had the room spinning and then going completely dark.

When Jared awoke, he was in a little alcove tucked in the back corner of the nurses’ station. The cot he was lying on was lumpy and uncomfortable. He shifted, trying to get the biggest lump from pressing on his spine. “No, don’t move.” Blinking, Jared twisted his head and saw a blonde nurse, the only one to be nice to him this whole time, sitting at his side. “I need to take a little more and then you should be good to sit up.”

There was a needle in his arm. He had passed out and they were taking blood. The bull-headed audacity had Jared lying passively until the nurse, Sarah he remembered, pressed a cotton ball to the hole and bent his arm up. “Keep some pressure on that while I pass this off and then I help you get moving around again.” She wandered off and Jared was left to lie in the dim corner. At least he was not being put through his paces. After that, there was no way they could ask him to do more.

When Nurse Sarah returned, she was cheerful but not overly so. Jared could not help smiling back and relaxing. Efficiently, she bandaged the puncture and eased him up. “Go slow,” she admonished. “Don’t be surprised if you feel a little light headed.” Carefully, feeling older than he should, Jared swung his legs over the side and had to sit a minute as he felt his body waver as the room did a slow roll. He was grateful for the steadying hand Nurse Sarah kept on his arm.

“I gotta say, you surprised everyone when you collapsed. I don’t think they’ve ever seen anyone do that before.” Jared looked up through his bangs at her afraid to move anything but his eyes. Her amusement was evident, but Jared did not think it was aimed at him.

“Thanks for not calling it a faint.”

“I got brothers,” she shrugged it off. “Guys don’t faint. Any idea what brought it on?”

Jared thought back over the events of the day. He had still been a little shaky when he woke in the morning. Breakfast had helped, but then he crashed again during the meeting. He had felt wonderful when he woke from his nap. The nap. “I missed lunch.”

“Yup, that’ll do it.” She slapped his knee. “Sugar, protein, or carbs?”

She went off in search of whatever form of sugar she could scrounge up for him. One of the other nurses learned of it and made him wait an addition thirty minutes for the sugar to kick in so they could take some more blood. Finally released with the admonishment to not let it happen again Jared made his way back to the squat. Jensen was there and Jared really wanted to curl up in his arms again and just forget this whole day. The only high points had been those few brief times he hid in Jensen’s enveloping hold.

Jensen his sole focus, Jared did not notice the quiet emptiness of downstairs. He shuffled his way up the steps where he could hear the low tones of Jensen talking to someone. Pushing himself up the last step, Jared lifted his gave there where he could hear Jensen and froze, rooted to the spot. Jensen was there. But so was Christian. Why were they naked? Why was Jensen in Chris’ lap? He hurt, God it hurt. This was worse than anything. He though Chris was a friend. Why?

“That’s right, Jenny. Work for it.” Chris was staring right at him. He knew he was there. Jensen was blindfolded as they sat on the edge of the bed, lifting himself up and down. Jared wrapped his arms around his stomach wanting to curl over it and knowing he could not. Any sign of weakness and they would attack. They would know they had won.

“Got something for you, Jenny.” Chris wound his arms around Jensen, still him until he was held immobile. Hips twitch, not getting the friction he needed, Jensen whimpered too lost in need to care. “What would you say if I told you someone was here, watching you?” Chris smiled like it was the perfect joke they shared and Jared broke a little more, shuddering. Chris must have misinterpreted it because his smile grew and continued to whisper in Jensen’s ear. “Someone’s at the top of the steps watching you be such a cock slut. You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

“No,” Jensen whimpered. Chris did not believe it and neither did Jared. He had seen Jensen’s cock jerk at the idea, his hips never stopping their insistent twitching.

“I think you do. I think you want to show them just how much you love a good cock up your ass. Spread you legs, Jenny.” Jensen was shaking his head, leg muscles quivering as he tried to close them. Chris’ hand rose and landed with a loud smack in the tender inner flesh of Jensen’s thigh. A bright red hand print was left behind as Jensen cried out, back arching. Jared fell to tiny invisible pieces as he watched Jensen relax and let his legs dangling over Chris’ be spread wide. Spread so wide Jared could see. See where Chris entered Jensen, his hole stretched puffy and red. “Good boy. You ready to give them some more?”

“Fuck, Chris.” Jensen tried to pry Chris’ arms off but Chris held tighter, muscles bunching and binding.

‘Tell me who you see over there and I’ll let you go. Tell me, Jenny.” Chris nuzzled at Jensen’s neck, licking a strip along the curve of his ear. “No,” Chris asked as Jensen kept shaking his head. ‘That’s okay. I already know. I know who you’re thinking about; who you want to be at the top of the steps. The bright swirly eyes looking at you like your everything. But that’s not really what you want, is it.” Jensen was still shaking his head, on automatic now. “No,” Chris drawled. “Not at the top of the steps. You want him here. Isn’t that right?” Chris released on arm to grasp Jensen by the hair and wrench his head back. “We both know your just using me, so tell me who you really want to be here.” He gave Jensen as shake and Jared could only watch, not knowing if hearing would make it worse.

“Tell me,” Chris demanded giving a slow roll of his hips, Jared held as captive as Jensen.

“J-Jared, you fucker!” Jensen’s voice was a rasp that barely carried to Jared. It was strong enough to blow away the few remaining pieces of him. As much as Jensen may want him, he still turned to Chris for this.

“That’s right. Say it again.”

“You fucker.” Jensen’s voice was strong, more sure. It earned him another slap to the inner thigh. Both legs now brushed bright with heat. “Jared, alright! You happy. I want Jared.”

“Yeah, you dipshit. I’m real happy,” Chris said sounding anything but. “Now show him how much you want him.” He leaned back and braced himself as Jensen, unsure of his newfound freedom, tentatively rocked his hips. He slowly built up speed as Jared watched, mesmerized by the beauty of Jensen working himself to orgasm.

He wanted that, wanted it for his own. But Jensen could not give it to him, technically not even this stolen glimpse. Jensen shook and bounced on Christian cock until the moment when even Jared could see everything in Jensen tense and explode. Jared was held in thrall while Jensen’s cock spit white ooze on his chest and drooled on the floor. Held until Chris leaned forward and stage whispered “I was imagining Jared, too.” Shock and dismay had Jared spinning and stumbling down the stairs only stopping when the heat of the day whipped the last of his breath away and he collapsed a few steps from the front door. It was there that Sophia, Chad and Steve found him, shaking and cold. Between the three of them, they got him up and tucked away in one of the empty rooms in the converted terminal.

Part 15 here

Thu, 12 Nov 2009 03:26:30 GMT

Title: Breakfast
Characters: Dean/Johh/Eliot
Summary: Eliot gets breakfast, with a Winchester twist.
A/N: For the spn_30snapshotschallenge. Prompt - taste

When Eliot awakens in the morning, it is to the sound of bags and wrappers rustling. It is the distinctive sound of fast food packaging. Rolling over in the otherwise empty bed, Eliot pries one eye open and sees a silhouette of a man in a chair by the door of the room. The shape makes happy, ravenous sounds as it devours whatever came from the bags.

“Morning, sunshine.” The voice is muffled and garbled due to the obscene amount of food shoveled inside. “Got you something to eat.”

“Better eat it fast or it won’t be there for long.” Eliot whips around and sees John leaning against the bathroom doorframe. A small and thin towel is slung low around his hips. “Dean is a human disposal, even on days when he has not spent the night fucking his brains out.” Eliot notes the part exasperated, part indulgent grin that is all fond father. Turning to see how Dean takes the teasing, Eliot watches as Dean crams the last large bit in and smiles around it. He then holds out an unwrapped sandwich and waggles it as if tempting Eliot to come over and eat.

Stomach growling at the scent of grease, traitorous thing, Eliot pushes his way off the bed and snatches a sheet to take with him. Normally, he has no issue with his body on display; even bruised and battered as it is. But he is not going to sit his bare ass on the plastic chair not knowing what has been there before him and how thoroughly it has been cleaned.

Finally settled, sheet wrapped and trailing, purposefully leaving flashes on skin, Eliot reaches out for the bag of food to have it snatched away. Dean holds out a sandwich he has unwrapped and lifts an eyebrow. Accepting the challenge with a smirk, Eliot leans forward, mouth held wide. As his lips sink onto the bread, he lets his eyes drift shut. He imagines how wanton he looks, mouthing the sandwich until the biscuit is mush. Only then does he work his jaw, slowly cutting through the layer of egg and sausage.

Opening his eyes as he sits back up, Eliot is satisfied with the heat in Dean’s eyes. Lifting his chin, stretching his neck, Eliot swallows his bite and thrills as that heat flashes. Wanting to see how far he can push Dean, Eliot leans forward for another bite and meets Dean there. Eyes wide and straining, they both take bites from the sides of Eliot’s previous site. The glimpse of white straight teeth before Dean’s lips settle around the biscuit sends a frisson of tension down his spine so that he shoots upright. He swallows quickly, a hunk of dry biscuit sticking in his throat.

Wanting to maintain the moment, Eliot tries to hide his coughing. He figures he did a horrible job of it because Dean laughs and holds out a large plastic cup. Holding his breath to still the coughing, he licks the straw before closing his lips around the tip. With an obvious hard pull, he sucks the cool, sweet liquid in and pulls off and has his head roughly yanked backwards. Neck straining he opens wide for John as he licks the flavor off Eliot’s lips then his mouth.

Deadly Glance

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 20:57:42 GMT

Title: The One with the Deadly Glance Part 13
Characters: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Chris Kane/Steve Carlson, Tom Welling/Mike Rosenbaum, Chad Michael Murray/Sophia Bush, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Jim Beaver
Warnings: Eventual NC-17, will add as it develops

Summary: There is a genetic coding that transforms a person into a dragon or the dragons psychic connection. The government has figured out how to tap into the coding and force the transformation. Jared and Jensen are two such people. Paired together, they must learn to deal not only with their new abilities, but each other in a world that has turned against them.
Part one starts here

It was a much more somber group that returned to the compound. During their trip, the protesters had packed up and left. By unspoken consent, they all trooped back to their squat to change, deftly avoiding anyone trying to get their attention. As soon as they were all inside and the door was closed, Chad slung his gloves across the room. They landed and slid coming to rest up against the bottom step. “Shit! What the flying fuck was that?” No one knows how to answer him. Over the years, Jensen and the guys had taken countless flights to anywhere they desired. It was not their first trip to town this summer. Never before had there been a problem. No one said one word to them, or anyone else, about their excursions.

“We need to talk to Jeff.” Jensen is not sure who said it; he was deep in his own thoughts and barely realized that it was said. Blinking, he pulled himself back to the present and noticed everyone looking at him. Doing a quick replay, he realized he was the one to speak. “He needs to know that someone thinks it’s the military’s place to keep tabs on us.”

“Right, so he can go have another talk with them. ‘Cause the last talk seems to’ve done so much.” Chris was still riled up, his motionlessness deceptive. Mike had been hard pushed to keep pace flying back and had eagerly collapsed onto the couch.

“No, he’s right,” Sophia said. She was sitting in one of the arm chairs, hands folded in her lap, legs pressed closed from knee to ankle. She looked at Jensen and nodded, determination shining from her brown eyes. “Jeff needs to know so they can start counteracting the next time they try to make a move.”

“Make a move?” Jared was all twitchy energy at Jensen’s side. “What do you mean make a move? Try to take back control of the compound? That’s a bit of a drastic conclusion, isn’t it?” He giggled nervously like the idea was preposterous. Jensen was disturbed to see that Jared was still a little pale. He had been uncomfortably quiet on the trip back. Holding his body stiffly, Jared radiated unease. Jensen gently placed a hand on Jared’s back between his shoulder blades letting the heat of his hand suffuse through Jared and ease his tension.

“It was a bit drastic to send an armed guard to forcibly escort us back, wasn’t it.” Taking offence at Sophia’s caustic tone Jensen could not help agreeing. “Steve, you talked to the guy. Got a good memory for what he looks like?” At Steve’s nod, she turned to Jensen again. “How are you coming with the control? Think you could connect us all into the conversation from that far away?”

Whenever it was not too conspicuous, Jensen had been working on his ability. Just the knowledge that he was doing it had cleared up the echo distortion. Instead, he had been working on controlling to who and when he broadcast thoughts. He had not considered distance. “Connecting to everyone shouldn’t be a problem but I’ve always been in close proximity to the people. I have no clue what my range is.”

“Would you be willing to try,” Tom asked quietly. Jensen shrugged consent. He had no problem trying, he just was not sure it would work. “We can’t all fit in Jeff’s office and there’s no point in alerting and alarming the rest of the compound by all trooping over. At least, not until the trainers have some kind of game plan.”

Tom took Jensen aside and worked with him on how best to create and maintain a connection with everyone while the others went over some of the important points they wanted to discuss with Jeff. Jensen and Tom thought it best for Jensen to open the connection before they left. That way they could sense at what point, if any, that it grew weak. Jensen, acting as conduit to everyone, planned to stay out of the conversation with Jeff and focus on staying connected. On the walk to Jeff’s office, where he could invariably be found at any time, Jensen struggled, feeling overwhelmed. Tom was constantly testing the strength, which required Jensen’s feedback. Sophia and Steve were talking, trying to organize what needed to be brought up while Chris, ever quick to bounce back from his fits of temper, was working with Mike and Chad to antagonize everyone to lighten the mood.

As hard as all that was the worst was Jared. Though he was considerably calmer than when they first returned, Jensen could feel the unease simmering in Jared’s thoughts. “I’m okay, Jensen. I just don’t handle confrontation very well.”

“Is that all it is?”

“Yeah.” Connected like this, Jensen could tell there was more to it than that, but was willing to let it slide until they could discuss it in private. Letting themselves into the converted terminal, Steve and Jensen wound their way through the halls to Jeff’s office.

“Shit,” Steve said, surprising Jensen. He was not one to normally swear. But if he was going to, now was definitely the time. Standing in the doorway to Jeff’s office was the man from outside the museum. His back was to them, but the saccharine sweet voice that was pleasant cruelty was impossible to forget.

“Hide.” Reacting instinctively to the command, Jensen grabbed Steve and pulled them back around the corner and pressed up against the wall.

“It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Morgan. I look forward to working with you in hopes that today’s unfortunate incident will not be repeated.” Hearing footsteps retreating in the other direction, Jensen poked his head around the corner to see the man push through an emergency exit. No sooner had the door slammed shut than Jeff’s gazed whipped to him. Stepping back, he indicated that they should enter. Tense and a little flustered over being caught hiding Jensen entered and took a seat in front of Jeff’s desk.

Settling into the seat next to him, Steve shot Jensen a look. “We good; you still got them?” With a jolt, Jensen fumbled through his mind checking on the link back to the squat. He had forgotten to focus on it and was afraid that he had dropped it.

“No worries, we’re here. Caught everything, too.” It was a relief to hear Sophia. Her calm, assured acceptance was a balm against Chris’s yo-yoing temper and the rising nerves of Jared. Shifting, relaxing back into the hard lines of the chair, Jensen’s relief was short when he caught the look Jeff was drilling into him. The vibrations jack-hammered inside his skull until Jensen pushed against it in defense and felt a wall slam down between them. Jeff flinched hard enough that his chair rolled back from his desk and slammed against the wall.

“Jesus fuck! What the hell was that?”

“Nice Chad. Jensen, you okay.”

“Are you still connected to them after blocking me out like that?” Jeff was leaning forward having pulled back up to the desk. “Would you be willing to let me back in? It would make this all go a little easier.” Jensen was not sure if he wanted to. Jeff had already tried to force his way in and Jensen was not sure just how he did it, or how he knew to try. Plus, being linked to someone telepathically was really intimate and he was not really ready to do that with anyone outside the complement.

“Uh, Houston, we have a problem.”

“Chris, what’s wrong?”

“We’re getting visual with the audio.”

“What do you-“

“No we’re not.” Chad interrupted and Jensen could not get an answer about what was going on while Chris and Chad argued about what was or was not being seen.

“I am telling you, I can see Jeff at his desk getting impatient. None of you guys can – Jared? Hey, Jared!”

“Someone tell us what’s going.” Jensen was grateful that Steve was there and so calm. It helped him move past the burst of panic and focus. Hearing that there could be a problem with Jared was not good, considering his nerves earlier. Jensen sent out a feeler along the link to Jared and was distressed to feel very little at the other end. There was just a wash of calming green.

“Jared?” Jensen swam around looking for anything other than green.

“Jensen, whatever you are doing, I need you to stop.” Tom came through the green with such urgency that Jensen immediately pulled back. ”He looks like he’s in a trance. Just hang in a sec, guys. I’ll see if I can pull him out.” With that the link between Tom and Jensen shut down. It did not clang shut like it had with Jeff. It just fizzled out. Tom really expected him to just wait while something was wrong with Jared.

“That’s it. I’m going back.”

“No you’re not.” Jeff’s voice whipped out at him and stopped Jensen bent in half as he pushed on his knees to lift upright. “Sit down Jensen and let me in. I need to know what’s going on.” Jensen collapsed back into the seat and automatically went in search of the wall he had put up to block Jeff. He was so concerned about Jared, fairly certain that something about his ability had done this. He figured it could not hurt to have Jeff helping. Feeling out the wall, he found the mental switch to lift the wall and something that felt like wisps of smoke writhing on the other side. It was Jeff searching for a crack to let him in. He had been there all along, trying to force his way back in.

“Something’s not right. We need to leave, now.” Pushing quickly from his chair, Jensen grabbed Steve and yanked him out of the room. He walked quickly, distance fading the sound of Jeff demanding they come back. They crashed through the same doors they entered the building through, Jensen stumbling as his vision was engulfed by a quick flash of Tom. Steve kept him upright and got them moving again, completely unaffected. “You didn’t see that, did you,” Jensen asked, already sure of the answer.

“See what?” The wave of tension Jensen was picking up from Steve spiked and they both picked up the pace, half trotting back to the squat.

“Okay, I think I have it figured out.” The link with Tom reappeared with an audible pop. Jensen made a mental note to ask Tom how he was creating a link and what that meant for his abilities. Could anyone do it, or was it because Jensen had never shut down the line between them. “I think we found Jared’s ability.”

“What, a fetish for eyes. What deep blue eyes you have, Tom.” Chad’s falsetto came through and Jensen was impressed that he could control mental pitch. “Ow, Jesus! Only one of you needs to hit me!”

“Not eyes, vision.” What Tom said made sense to Jensen and his relief was enough that he slowed. The need to get to Jared was no longer an all consuming need.

“If I’m audio …”

“He’s visual.”

“Tom, you wouldn’t happen to have been kneeling in front of Jared a minute ago, were you?”

“Is that what you saw?” Jensen nodded to Steve as he pulled open the door to their squat. Stepping through, he saw that Tom was still there, looking over his should as Steve and Jensen entered. He stood and made room for Jensen to take his spot.

“Jared?” Jensen lifted a hand and pressed it to Jared’s cheek. They were flushed and his eyes over bright.

“I’m okay, just tired.” He looked it, too; leaning into Jensen’s hand, practically sagging off the couch into Jensen’s lap.

“He should be fine after some sleep.” Jensen looked up at Tom who was looking at Jared with a fond smile that had a spurt of feeling twist in Jensen’s stomach. “I think he tapped into the links you established and somehow merged his ability with yours. I’ve never heard of it happening before but I’m beginning to think anything is possible with us. Whatever he did, it was farther than a new ability should be pushed and it wore him out.”

Jensen pushed up to sit on the arm of the couch, pressing Jared into the couch back. Jared settled with a sigh and curled sideways slinging an arm across Jensen’s lap and nuzzling into his hip. Unable to resist, Jensen ran his fingers through Jared’s hair, rubbing his head long after Jared drifted to sleep. “I didn’t get a lash back when I used my ability the first time.”

“You’ve been unknowingly tapping into your ability for years. Jared didn’t have even an inkling of what his could be.”

“Except the eye staring.” Steve smacked Chris on the thigh with the back of his hand. “He did it to you that first day when you were trying to intimidate him.

“I wasn’t…” Chris did not finish the denial knowing it was pointless. “That would explain why I was the only one to see earlier.”

“Good thing you did, too. There was something not right with Jeff.” Steve was sitting on the steps to the loft cradled between Chris’s thighs. Jensen did his best to swallow the flash of jealousy that they were so comfortable with each other. He told himself it was the slowly developing bond he had with Jared that had helped tonight. He was actually happy with the strides they had made in their relationship today. All the casual touching earlier and Jared curled into him now.

“He was really adamant about being let in on the link I had. He actually tried to force his way in.”

“That doesn’t sound like Jeff,” Mike said in disbelief. Normally, Jensen would say the same thing.

“Nothing we can do about it now.” Sophia stood up and pulled Chad up with her. “I suggest we all get some sleep and we can discuss what we want to do in the morning.” Jensen had been ready to keep going, but he felt a fog of exhaustion sweep over him. Looking at the sleeping Jared curled into him, he decided sleep was a good idea. Nudging Jared, Jensen woke him enough to get him to trudge upstairs behind everyone.

Fully clothed, Jared flopped down on the twin sized bed, pulling Jensen on top of him. “Stay,” Jared murmured.

“The bed’s too small.” Jensen pressed his chest up, trying to untangle their legs only to be pulled inexorably back in.

“Stay.” Jared gave a tiny squeeze of his arms wrapped around Jensen pressing his nose into Jensen’s throat. With a shiver, Jensen gave up a fight he did not really want to win.

“Fine, but you have to give me some room.” Jared flopped onto his side, scooting to the edge. Jensen smiled, pleased that Jared was leaving him space to press up against his back and be the big spoon. Not caring that sleeping in jeans was uncomfortable; Jensen lay down and slid an arm around Jared pulling him tight against him. With a deep breath, Jensen relaxed into sleep with the scent of Jared’s shampoo tickling his nose.

Part 14 here

Deadly Glance

Thu, 22 Oct 2009 18:29:42 GMT

Title: The One with the Deadly Glance Part 12
Characters: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Chris Kane/Steve Carlson, Tom Welling/Mike Rosenbaum, Chad Michael Murray/Sophia Bush, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Jim Beaver
Warnings: Eventual NC-17, will add as it develops

Summary: There is a genetic coding that transforms a person into a dragon or the dragons psychic connection. The government has figured out how to tap into the coding and force the transformation. Jared and Jensen are two such people. Paired together, they must learn to deal not only with their new abilities, but each other in a world that has turned against them.
Part one starts here

Jared was sitting outside. It was peaceful and quiet, watching the sun set. Not that it was not quiet inside. It was quiet, just that weird quiet of two people trying not to make noises. Jared had accepted a lot of things over the last few days, but he did not need to sit around knowing that Chad and Sophia were upstairs. Jared heard the soft thump of the door closing behind him and did not turn to acknowledge the company. He did move over on the step to make room for Jensen to take a seat.

“You okay?” Jensen was a line of heat at his side. Jared shifted so that they more fully touched, at first not knowing that he did it. He had found himself doing that a lot. There was something about Jensen that pulled at him, making him crave and seek out that contact.

“I’m good; just needed a moment.” Jared looked at Jensen, grin asking for understanding.

“Know what you mean. There was a lot going on today.” Jensen bumped shoulders, rocking Jared sideways. Jared smiled, but did not push back like he normally would. “Something you want to talk about?”

Jared snorted. Not really, but then again... “Where do I start?”

“Whatever comes first.” They sat like that for a while, watching as the sun threw out a blanket of colors and then pulled them over the edge of the world with it. Though he was looking right at it, Jared did not see it he was so wrapped up in trying to put his thoughts in order. To find that one thing that would unravel everything into a cohesive chunk.

“I’m a Dragon.” It was an obvious thing to point out, but it was a good place to start. All of his thoughts centered, or stemmed, from that simple fact. Not that it was all that simple. Jensen’s silent patience emphasized that point. “There’s so much that comes with it and it’s all set. I had a plan for after school. It wasn’t a very detailed plan, but it was my plan. Now I’ve been yanked into this world full of secrets and training and I don’t know anything. I don’t even know how long this will last.”

“You’re a Dragon for life.”

“I know!” Jared threw his hands up in frustration. “But what does that mean. When does all the training end? Is it just for the summer? What about this program stuff? I saw your schedule. You’re still taking classes. Do I have any kind of say in what I learn? How long does that last. We can’t stay here forever; there’re not enough people here. So at what point do I go back to the real world and what do I do out there. Or do I just move off to another compound?”

“What difference does it make? You’re here and there’s no changing that.” The hint of despondency in Jensen’s voice stopped Jared’s rant. Jensen, who had seemed so happy and settled at the compound, was still bitter over whatever future he missed out on. Jared was suddenly struck with the thought that he had no idea what that future might have been. “Every one of us had a life before here. You heard the guys earlier; work, travel, and school. We all go through that but each dragon takes a different path once they are here. It depends on how soon you get a partner and a complement. Which program of study they want you to take. The best I can tell you is to wait for them to tell you and be glad that you found a complement so quickly. Mike has been living in the compound for ten years.”

Jared sat back down on the step. The concrete had gone cold no longer retaining the heat of the absent sun. He took a deep breath and felt better. It was a shitty-ass plan, but it was the only thing he could do. None of the instructors today had been very forthcoming with information, other than what they were already planning to share. He would have to trust in the preordained timeline of his training. “Okay, thanks.”

“No problem. This have anything to do with why you did not want to flip earlier?”

“I think so; yeah, probably.” Jensen patted Jared’s knee then stood up. He held out a hand to Jared. He took it, letting Jensen pull him to his feet. It was then that he heard the sounds of running and crashing. They both rushed to open the door to stop frozen in the doorway. Inside, Chris and Mike were playing swords with the flogger and a paddle. They were loud enough Jared could not tell if Chad and Sophia were still otherwise occupied. That was probably the point. Sharing a look, Jared and Jensen skirted around the edge of the room to join Steve and Tom on the steps to the loft, the only place a safe distance from the dueling men.

Tuesday again; my second week here. I have a little down time to myself so I thought I would take advantage of it. Chad and Sophia are in pairs training, Chris and Steve at the weight room. Mike is … suspiciously absent while Tom and Jensen are off to whatever classes for their program. Later after lunch, we have our block of complement time. Really, I spend so much time with these guys as it is, I don’t know why we were told to make sure we hang out specifically at this time. I am learning a lot about everyone though. Sometimes, it is actual facts; mostly it is personality stuff. Like Chris is quick to lose his temper and the guys like to goad him sometimes just to see him lose control. Chad has no filter between brain and mouth, which is okay, because sometimes I don’t either. Mike does not seem to have an off button for the lunacy. It gets a little tedious sometimes, but Tom does a decent job of corralling him and anyone else that steps out of bounds. Then there is Jensen. Jensen is a little hard to explain.

I had this immediate connection with Jensen and it is a little scary how well we get along. Sure, it helps that we have a lot in common. But there is this intensity to the connection. From what the guys say, it is a normal reaction. Normal or not, I have never felt this before. It makes me wonder if we would still be friends if we were not paired. Just thinking of not having Jensen in my life makes my stomach twist in knots and I have only known the guy a little over a week.

Then there’s the sex thing. I made the mistake of looking in the book Chris gave me last week. Now I cannot get the idea out of my head. There were some very explicit pictures inside. Just the thought

“The protesters are here,” Mike called out over the bang of the door as it bounced against the wall. Startled, Jared jerked and dragged a dark and jagged line across the page. In a flurried panic, he quickly stuffed his journal in the dresser drawer. Trying not to look too guilty, he leaned over the ledge of the loft.

“What protesters?”

“You the only one here?” Mike peered around as if there were hiding places. “PETA likes to come out once or twice a year.” Jared had nothing else scheduled for the rest of the day so he followed Mike out to the front gate. They were not the only ones interested in seeing the protesters. People were pouring out of buildings and walking off the fields. Soon their complement was all together.

“Just what is it they are protesting,” Sophia asked after reading the various slogans, hand up like a visor to shade her eyes. “I can’t tell if they are against the idea of dragons, or the idea of trained dragons.”

“I don’t think they even know.” Chris pointed out two figures standing in front of the chanting mass of people. “A.J. Buckley and Travis Wester; the ring leaders of the anti-dragon movement. They have a whole website dedicated to ranting about anything dragon.”

“Personally, I think they’re just pissed that they’re not dragons.” Mike smirked, “little too much D and D as kids.” It was kind of a sad ensemble. There were not enough of them to chant loud enough to be heard within the compound. The soldiers stationed outside the compound looked bored, not at all worried about the threat the protesters might pose. “They try to get some of the local people involved, but that never works. Hell, we employ about half the town folks. No way are they gonna mess with that.”

“They work for us?” Jared was surprised. He thought everyone connected to the compound was either a dragon or military. “What do they do?”

“The catering company is local. So’s the laundry service.” Chris ticked off on his fingers. “Landscaping, janitorial, any repairs the buildings need. What’s the other one? The museum.”

“There’s a museum?” Since the rest of the country treated dragons like a dirty little secret, Jared was positive he would have heard about a dragon museum.

“Can we go to it?” Everyone looks at Sophia. Jared is fairly certain that the answer is no, then Steve shrugs.

“Might as well. Nothing’s going to happen here.” They troop back to their squat so everyone can put their leathers on. Chad and Jared are still not flying so they have to borrow an extra pair from Mike and Tom. They all got measured for their own leathers during their first pairs training but it would be another couple weeks before they come in. Jensen and Sophia still have their borrowed leathers. It took some time for everyone to be ready and settle into a pocket. Chad had done some riding over the past year, but it was a new experience for Jared. He quickly decided that it was one of the coolest things to ever happen. He just wished he could see the protesters faces when a couple of dragons flew over their heads.

Being in the pocket was a little like floating in the ocean. He was cocooned and so comfortable that if he had not been so excited, he might have fallen asleep. Instead he was ready to go again as soon as he was back on the ground shrugging on clothes over his leathers so as not to stand out. They had landed in a little meadow in a forest that separated the town from the compound. It was a little bit of a hike to town, but no worse than walking the length of the compound. He was a little curious as to why they did not land in the town, but figured it was not safe. Electric cables and the attention it would draw.

The town seemed to consist of one main street that all the businesses were on. Some residential housing on the cross streets at each end of the main street. Meandering country roads that led to farms branched off the cross streets. The museum was the biggest building in the center of town, next to the town hall that was also the historical society. They all paid their three dollars to the indifferent teenager at the ticket counter.

“Holy crap! Is that real?” The size of the building now made sense. It was the perfect dimensions to house a dragon hung in the place of honor, much like a whale in a science museum.

“Yup, the last spontaneous flipper. They have a movie that talks about him.” Tom pointed to the left and Jared saw a shadowed cubicle. Fascinated, Jared waited impatiently as everyone settled on the little benches provided before punching the little red button that started the reel. It was an impressive piece, using pictures and movie clips to document the life of two young boys.

From different parts of the country, they met on a battle field during the last years of World War I. Both had lied about their age to join but aged quickly, mired in the atrocities of war. Because of the compact the United States made with other nations, as soon as the trait appeared, the boys were shipped home. Home being a research facility. They remained there until the soldiers returning home started talking of seeing a dragon. The media got wind of the story and forced the government’s hand. Once the newspapers got what they wanted, a sensational story, they were left to fend for themselves in a world that was afraid of what they were. Unable to go home or get normal jobs, they joined a circus and became just another sideshow freak. The aging process was slowed by the dragon genes and so when World War II rolled around, they signed up with the explicit understanding that they were not to use their abilities and no one could know about them.

By some miracle, or secret use of their abilities, they survived through some of the worst fighting. They belonged to the group that was chosen to take Iwo Jima. After more than a month of fighting and thousands of lives lost, the island was split in two. Yet the Japanese were well entrenched and looked to remain so. During one of the numerous pushes to finalize their control over the island, a dragon appeared and distracted the Japanese. It is believed that his partner was killed and having nothing left to lose, the dragon ended what could have potentially been a never ending battle. Succumbing quickly to the loss of his partner, the dragon was removed from the island and preserved for study. During The Shift, the dragons took control of the remains and opened a museum in hopes of fostering knowledge and acceptance.

“Wow that is so not what I learned in history class.” Jared was astounded that something that big, literally that big, was not included in any of the books.

“I know.” Mike threw an arm around Jared’s shoulder and dragged him over to a placard. It gave a very condensed version of what they just watched. “What they don’t tell you is that is not the dragon.” He points up, the creature so life-like from its scales and horns to its enormous wingspan. “That is the Communicator. Story goes, the dragon was killed with a face shot; completely obliterated the face. He was found with both sets of tags. Since there is only one dragon in a pair, it was assumed that he was the communicator. Nothing else was done to verify his identity. But, there are some soldiers who were brave enough to document what they saw, and they say they saw the other guy flip. In fact, if you look really close, you can see that some of the markings are not exact matches.”

“But, how is that possible?”Jared looked back and forth from the dragon overhead and a picture from their earlier years that was a part of the placard

“It’s not.”

“So, that is the dragon.” He stared up looking for anything that looked fake and could explain the discrepancies.

“It’s a dragon.”

“You’re not going to tell me, are you?” Jared pulled out the look that always got his mother to make him meal sized snacks.

“Nope. Come on, lots more to see.” Jared let himself be dragged off to the next exhibit where the others were waiting. For the next couple hours they had a good time wandering from exhibit to exhibit. Mike, acting the tour guide, was full of random and weird information. Jensen was always close by, casually touching. Jared could fee a slow heat building and he thought he saw it in Jensen, too. It made Jared nervous, but happy, too.

They were standing in front of an eternal flame for those lost during The Shift, the rebellion of the dragons against military control, when a short officious man interrupted. He demanded that they leave the museum at once. The military had already been called and they were expected to give themselves over to their authority. “Like hell they have any authority over us. That right there says so.” Chris jabbed at the memorial before storming out, the three names etched in the marble dancing from the flickering of the flame they encircled. The others hustled after him.

“How did he even know that we were dragons,” Jared whispered to Jensen.

“Good question.” Outside in the blinding sun and the heat that hit like a wet blanket and sucked your breath away, they pulled up at the sight of a military truck with an armed escort. Jared could see faces peering from all of the windows of the nearby businesses. The sidewalks were filling with the curious.

“If you would get in the truck, we’ll take you back to where you belong.” A man stepped away from the passenger side of the truck and smiled as if this was a most reasonable request.

“We belong where ever the hell we want.” Chris stomped down the steps and pushed up into the man’s face. Jared was not sure how long the staring contest would have lasted, but Steve stepped forward and grabbed Chris who tried to shrug him off. “I ain’t getting’ in the truck.”

“No, of course not. But we were ready to leave. So let’s head back.” Steve managed to pull Chris away with Tom’s help.

“Gentlemen, Miss. Let’s not make this more of a spectacle than this already is.” Jared was amazed how he managed to sound so pleasant and yet be so horrifying.

“Sir,” Sophia stepped forward. Jared tensed and saw Chad try to pull her back. She shook him off, smile beatific and captivating. “If you had any power to get us in your truck, you would have done so already. So I suggest you let us go. We were heading home anyways, so you get us back on the compound and we don’t have to get in the truck. Win-win, right?” She stuck her hand out and after a brief hesitation he shook it.

“Alright little girl, you won this one. But we will be checking to make sure you returned to the compound.”

Part 13 here

Deadly Glance

Mon, 19 Oct 2009 20:02:13 GMT

Title: The One with the Deadly Glance Part 11
Characters: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Chris Kane/Steve Carlson, Tom Welling/Mike Rosenbaum, Chad Michael Murray/Sophia Bush, Jeffrey Dean Morgan
Warnings: Eventual NC-17, will add as it develops

Summary: There is a genetic coding that transforms a person into a dragon or the dragons psychic connection. The government has figured out how to tap into the coding and force the transformation. Jared and Jensen are two such people. Paired together, they must learn to deal not only with their new abilities, but each other in a world that has turned against them.
Part one starts here

“Finally,” Chris called out over the ledge of the loft as Jensen and Sophia stepped through the door. “Took you two long enough.”

“I’m sorry. Is there something you wanted?” Jensen sat on the arm of the couch next to Jared, leaving the open spot between Jared and Chad for Sophia. Steve and Tom were sitting in the arm chairs. Judging by the cursing floating down amidst the thumps and bangs, Mike was upstairs with Chris.

“Yeah,” Mike said, voice oddly muffled. “While we were out - hah, got it!” Jensen saw a hand appear over the top of the ledge fisted in victory.

“‘Bout damn time. No, don’t bother.” Mike and Chris appeared at the top of the steps, arms held behind their backs. Identical grins of amused devilment made Jensen worry.

“While you were out what,” Jared, not knowing better, asked.

“We picked up a couple things. Sort of a congratulations thing.” Landing on the bottom step, Chris looked at Mike and they nodded. Both careful to keep facing everyone, they scuttled sideways to stand behind the couch. Jensen twisted to follow them as they dipped down. About to lean forward to peek over the couch back, they stood up and Chris thrust something in his face. Leaning back in defense, it was a moment before Jensen realized what he was looking at.

“Chris, what …” complete shock and a little bit of embarrassment kept Jensen from reaching out to grab the flesh colored object in the plastic package. Impatient, Chris dropped it in his lap where it bounced and fell to the floor. Jensen gratefully kicked it under the couch. Hoping to not call attention to his missing gift, he looked at the book Chris foisted off on Jared. It looked like a how to guide on gay sex. This was too much. The condoms were one thing. Everyone got them and they were essentially a practical gift. These were very explicit and personal.

“Oh, hell no.” Chad jumped up and waved a hand at Sophia, what looked like a gag clenched tight in the other. “Don’t you ever … that!” The flailing vagueness was lost on Sophia since she was staring blankly, mouth slightly parted. “Sophia,” he cried out, plaintive yet demanding.

She blinked and looked at Chad quizzically. Blinking again she seemed to come back from where ever her mental trip had taken her. “Sorry.” Then she inexplicably turned to catch Jensen’s gaze. “I told you they had something waiting for us.” He nodded, knowing this was something that would need to be discussed. Now was not a good time, maybe once she had a better idea of what she could do; or how she was doing it.

“Could one of you take me out after dinner?” She was looking at Mike and Steve. It would be a while before Jared and Chad would be allowed to leave the compound as a dragon let alone with someone riding along. One of the benefits of other dragons running the show was that there were no strict regulations on when they could and could not leave. Their free time was theirs to do with as they pleased.

“Yeah, sure. Why?” That was Chris, laid-back, but nosy. It worked well with the tough cowboy image he worked so hard to portray.

“I want to pick up a couple things for us.”

“Damn-it Sophia. I know what you are thinking, and it’s not happening.” Chad shook the package at Sophia before flinging it onto her lap. The sharp edge was cushioned by the leather bands already in her lap that Jensen knew from experience were cuffs.

“Okay, I think maybe it’s time to calm down.” Tom got between Chad and Sophia who had lunged up into Chad’s face. “Chad, how about you and I go for a walk, yeah? Good,” Tom did not give Chad time to refuse; started walking, forcing Chad to back up and out through the door.

Sophia pushed a shaking hand through her hair, frustration and adrenaline running high. “Sorry, guys. Is there any way we could go now?” If it had been up to him, Jensen would have said yes just to get her the chance to calm down. But there were some technical things to get through before flying with a dragon.

“Can’t; gotta get you some leathers first.”

They sent the word out at dinner and one of the other Communicators came through with some leathers that would fit Sophia. Chad had come back just before dinner, considerably calmer. Tom had sent Jensen a thought that Chad was showing definite signs of foreseeing the future. Though he did not share what Chad had seen. Still struggling to have any kind of control on his power, Jensen is not sure if the thought was projected and shared with the others.

Jensen was wearing his own borrowed leathers showing Sophia how to wear hers. They were outside trying to stay out of the disgruntled Chad’s way. Jensen was not going along for the ride, but it was always better to have someone show you how to get up and down and inside the pocket the first time.

“These are specially designed to protect you from dragon scales. The material doesn’t cut or rip easily. The top gets tucked into the pants.” He helped her pull the tight shirt down and smooth it out. The pants were a little looser and she did not struggle with them. He undid his own buckle to visually walk her through that. She struggled to slip into the calf high boots, pant legs tucked inside. “Scales are not only impenetrable, but very sharp. They can easily slice to the bone. That’s why everything is long and tucked in, less chance of skin being exposed.” The laces were made of the same leather material and he did those up for her as she pulled on the gloves. They went half way to the elbow and also had ties to hold them tight around the shirt sleeves.

“You all set?” Chris had flipped and was waiting curled between the squats. Jensen did a once over, looking for any bumps or wrinkles that could snag and pull. Satisfied, he nodded.

“We’re good.” Fortunately it was still early summer and there were still hours of daylight left. It was hard enough to get up a dragon. Trying to do it in the dark by the light of the moon or a flashlight sucked. Chris backed up so he was not wedged in-between buildings. He was the only one that dared to go so close to buildings in dragon form. Once he was settled, lying with his stomach on the ground Jensen and Sophia approached him. “You saw at training today the two pockets along the chest. These are not ideal for traveling. You would have to lie on your back because of the curve of the chest. Facing that way makes it harder to get in and out of the pocket. Instead, we ride in the pockets along the spine. The easiest way up there would be to climb up the tail, straddling the spine.” Jensen had tried it once. A dragon’s back is so broad that it was almost a flat surface, but the steep incline made him want handholds. But it was not steep enough that he was comfortable bent over to grab scales. “You could walk up the head, but Chris has that ridge of horns that makes it difficult to go that way. The other way would be up the foreleg.”

“Why not the back legs?”

“Not as many wrinkles to grab and you would still have to walk the length of the spine.” Jensen worked with Sophia, showing her good scales to use as hand and foot holds. He climbed behind her; one hand resting on her low back to steady her as she slowly pushed and pulled her way up. “It gets a little tough here, use the front edge of the wing and the ridge where it joins the body to pull up onto the join.” Bracing with his legs, he pushed against one of her flailing legs to help propel her up. “Good, make sure to stay on the join. The wing doesn’t provide support unless it’s stretched taunt.” Once he was sure she was up and stable, he swung up using knowledge of scale placement and years of climbing Chris to make it look easy. “Okay, this next part gets a little tricky.”

Sophia looks at him inquisitively. “Worse than getting to this point?” She was still breathing hard from pulling up onto the wing join. Jensen reached an arm out and urged her to stand between him and the gently rolling wall of dragon flesh. Chris was being amazingly quiet and patient.

“The bottom of the pocket is about dead even with the start of the join.” He reaches up and slaps the spot he knows is the pocket. It is well over his head, almost the extent of his reach. “The best way to get in is to climb up, then down into it. The top edge of the pocket is a few inches away from the spine.” The scales, this close to the spine, are larger and easier to climb. Sophia scrambles her way up and moves closer to Chris’s neck, making room for Jensen to climb up. Chris, knowing what comes next, lifts his head to level out the arch of his neck. Using the spiny protuberances of the spine, Jensen eases down to stand in the open flap of the pocket then helps Sophia slip down to join him.

Jensen still loves that first second of stepping inside a pocket. The lining surprisingly pink is soft, warm; comfortable. He can hear the slow rhythmic thud of Chris’s heart countered with the rush of air. Placed high on the ribs, there is a slight incline to the pocket. Not enough of one to make it uncomfortable for two people to lie in the pocket. Jensen stays standing in the opening, slightly stooped because the pockets are not that tall. Sophia walks the length of the pocket. “You need to be careful of sharp objects. The skin is easily punctured and cut. Not so easily you could do it with your hands, but still…”

“Be careful.”

“Got it. Now, what’s the best way down?”

Jensen took her back up to the spine, over and down to the wing join. From there he pointed out the folds and scales. Assured she was comfortable, Jensen watched Sophia climb back up into the pocket before making his way down. Jensen swatted at Chris’s leg, an inconsequential pat to Chris. “Be nice. Remember, it’s her first flight.” Chris swung his head around to look at Jensen and snorted. He took a few lumbering steps before pushing with his wings, forcing his body into the air. Jensen headed inside thinking he should have that talk with Jared, but he was tired. Tired from too many surprises; from too much information. He walked in to a water balloon attack.

They were still picking the balloon pieced up when Chris and Sophia returned. Sophia was jubilant and raving about her first flight. She had a few new gifts to pass out.

“That is a very big bottle of lube.” Mike snatches it out of Sophia’s hand and waggles it playfully at Tom. “You would think she knows something.” He grins and winks.

Steve calmly accepts the flogger. Jensen is startled to see Chris is not ecstatic over the new toy. “What’s up?”

“I think I saw something in town.” Jensen gets a flash of a shadowy figure lurking in the edge of the woods near town. “Tell you later.” Jensen nods and sees that Jared his holding another book. This one is the art of Shibari. Jensen thinks it an odd choice of reading but does not ask about it because Sophia is showing Chad her final purchase. Dangling from her fingertips is a small scrap of lace that has Chad dumbfounded. Chad turns with her as she brushes passed him. He stumbles a few steps after her before stopping, turning and dashing to an end table. He picks up the cuffs that have been sitting there since before dinner. Giving a quick wiggle of the eyebrows at everyone, he dashed upstairs.

Part 12 here

Deadly Glance

Mon, 12 Oct 2009 16:29:46 GMT

Title: The One with the Deadly Glance Part 10
Characters: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Chris Kane/Steve Carlson, Tom Welling/Mike Rosenbaum, Chad Michael Murray/Sophia Bush, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Jim Beaver
Warnings: Eventual NC-17, will add as it develops

Summary: There is a genetic coding that transforms a person into a dragon or the dragons psychic connection. The government has figured out how to tap into the coding and force the transformation. Jared and Jensen are two such people. Paired together, they must learn to deal not only with their new abilities, but each other in a world that has turned against them.
Part one starts here

Lunch was surprisingly not awkward. After Chad’s verbal spewing on the Field, the care packages were a taboo topic. Jensen was glad. Just because it was natural for pairs to partner in all ways did not mean he was ready. He only met Jared a few days ago. Sure, he felt an intense connection, but he did not know much about the kid. All of that changed when they returned to the Field and started Complement Training.

“All right, you guys. If you could move it over here, we’ll get this show on the road.” Jensen looked around and saw Sam Ferris calling everyone over. Her partner, Samantha Smith, was standing next to her. “For those of you who have not met us, we are both Samantha. To keep us straight, call me Cougar, she’s Bear.”

“I’ll call them MILF,” Jensen heard Chad whisper to Jared. From the amused look Bear was giving Chad, so did she; Sophia whapped him on the chest. The Sam’s made a good pair with their acute hearing and eyesight.

“Today is going to go a little different from all the other Complement training you will get. Normally, we will work to take your talents and hone them into a cohesive unit.” Jensen did a quick look over and counted 4 complements, all newly formed. “Since some of you are new to the compound, and some are newly flipped, we like to give you some time to adjust and learn.”

“Right,” Bear took over. “No point in teaching you to fly as a unit if some of you have not flown yet. So today is going to be about getting to know one another and learning to cooperate. If you would look around, you will see there are four stations set up. After we have explained the rules for each area, each group will pick a station and play. After so much time, we will tell you to rotate clockwise.”

“The first station is the tennis balls. There are seven. The object is to get all seven balls in the air. Start with one and send it around the circle, never to the person directly next to you. Each time you pass, you must tell something about yourself, try to make it something different every time. Slowly add the other balls.”

“Station two is the platform. The idea is to have everyone stand on it for thirty seconds at the same time.” Jensen had a feeling that it was not as simple as it sounded. He was not sure, but the platform looked too small to hold two people, let alone eight.

“Station three is empty because all it will take is your own bodies. Everyone grabs hands, never the same persons. The object is to untangle yourselves.”

“At station four, everyone stands on the plank. The two people at each end must swap ends. No one can step off and you cannot step around people.”

“Since there are only two of us and four of you, we will pop in to each group and answer any questions, but the point is for each group to communicate, work together and learn about each other.”

“Pick a station and good luck.”

Jensen followed the others as they gathered around the plank. “So who are we putting on the ends?”

“I say we go for the littlest and have them work across.” Jared looked around hoping someone liked his idea.

“Who’s little,” Chris asked indignantly. The guys liked to pick on him for being on the other side of the six foot mark. But what he said was true; none of them were all that small. If they were not tall, they were bulky with muscle.

“I am,” Sophia said. Surrounded by the seven guys, she looked extremely dainty. “How about we get on the thing and whoever ends up on the ends, ends up on the ends.” She stepped up and they all followed. After some shoulder bumping, Steve and Jared wound up on the ends.

Looking down the line, Steve asked, “Me and Jared have to swap places going through all of you somehow?”

“Right,” Tom confirmed. “What did she say, we can’t go over-“

“Around,” Sophia corrected.

“So, we can go over?”

“Or under.”

“Works for me. Chris, you wanna squat down so I can step over.” With some grumbling, Chris squatted and Steve placed his foot in the small space between Chris and Mike. “Umm, I’m not really sure…”

“Just lift your leg and I’ll slide over.” Steve put all of his weight on his one leg and Chris pushed his leg out sideways and shifted over onto it, leaving Steve enough room to place his other foot back on the board. Stabilized, he reached down and balanced Chris as he popped up. Using the same idea, Jared and Steve soon worked their way to opposite ends. Each had no problems stepping over Sophia, though Jensen helped her maintain her balance as she shifted over. It was amusing watching Steve trying to step over Tom. Jared’s long legs had no problems, but with his height Tom had a hard time ducking low enough for Steve to step over. They all thought they were stuck until Chad made the suggestion that Steve squat. The idea came in handy when Steve and Jared had to pass each other.

Task accomplished, they stepped off just as the next group unwound themselves and moved to take over their station. There was a wait as the group in front of them attempted to get the last ball going. Watching them, Jensen was reminded that they were supposed to share information about themselves. “This is going to suck.”

“I know. I have no clue what to say.” Despite his reservations, Jared looked like he was itching to get in there and give it a try.

“Just your basic info is good. At least it will all be new stuff. Most things I can think to share, these guys already know.”

“Yeah, but I don’t.”

“Alright guys, good job. If you could place all the balls in the crate, it’s time to move on to the next station.” Bear waved at their group and they moved to take their places in a circle. “I’m going to start you with one ball, just to establish the pattern. Whoever you throw it to, make sure you always throw it to them. Here,” she handed a ball to Tom, “don’t forget to tell us something about you.”

“Like what?”

“Anything.” She tilted her head and looked up. “Just how tall are you?”

“Six three.”

“Good, now toss it.” Flashing a smile at how Bear had tricked him, he lobbed it across the circle at Sophia. She easily caught it and thought for a minute.

“I’m not six foot three.” She tossed it sideways and Jared almost dropped it he was so busy giggling.

“Oh, umm. I’m from Texas.” A little flip and Mike had it.

“I want to be six three when I grow up.”

“I was born in Texas,” said Chris.

“I’m a middle child,” Jensen said when it came to him.

“I had a band in high school.” Steve finished the circle and tossed it back to Tom.

“Good, start it around again. Keep a heads up, ‘cause I’m going to add a tennis ball every now and then.”

They started tossing the ball around again and Jensen heard things that were repeats for him. It was all new information from Jared and Sophia. He was surprised to hear that they had a lot in common. The group was doing pretty good, Tom starting the fourth ball, when the silliness started. Things were said that Jensen could have been happy never hearing. Balls were being bounce passed. Somehow, they made it to the seventh ball and they were all talking louder to be heard over the others.

“Alright, good job guys. Make sure you put the ball in the crate and head over to the next station.”

Jensen dropped his ball and waited for Jared to do the same.

“Hey, that was actually kind of fun. I learned a lot about you guys.”

“I learned some new stuff, too.”

“What, you didn’t know that Chris’s partner is a kinky fucker or that Chad has a ten inch schlong.” Jensen shuddered. That was something that was permanently scarred in his brain.

“No, I meant Tom was going to work construction, Steve was going to move to Hawaii.”

“Chris was going to major in Art History. That blew me away.” Jensen agreed, Chris played it so tough all the time. He was so proud of having the record for the longest flight time.

“How in the hell are we all supposed to stand on this,” Chris yelled, getting Jared and Jensen’s attention. Jared walked up and put a foot up just as Tom had, leaving very little space left.

“Don’t put your whole foot up.” Sophia placed the ball of her foot in the space left. Jensen was again hit with the impression that she was dainty though he had no doubt she could hold her own if needed. Jared pulled his foot back and Jensen placed his in some of the open space. Once everyone had a foot in, it got really crowded. “I think the whole point of this one is cooperation, so everybody hold on to everybody and stand up.”

As one they all rose up. Jared and Jensen bumped shoulders. Jensen bounced off and hit Mike who slipped and tried to regain his balance by grabbing Chad. Chris let go of Steve to reach over and pull them back up and they all went down.

“Well, that was a spectacular failure,” Mike said from where he had landed hard on the ground. He stood up, brushing off his pants. There was nothing he could do about the large grass stain like a skid mark on his ass.

“Maybe we should put someone on the platform; give us a little room around the outside,” Tom suggested. “Sophia is the only one with a foot small enough that it might work.” Sophia stepped up and everyone grabbed what space was left. No matter how they shifted, they could not all get a foot far enough on to support their weight. Sophia even tried standing on tip toe.

“Any other suggestions?” Jensen offered Sophia a hand which she ignored to hop down. He did not mind since she smiled at him as she rejoined the circle between him and Jared.

“Maybe reach across the circle, use the person as a counter balance.” Chad looked a little miffed that Sophia was not at his side. Jensen raised an eyebrow at him, silently asking him to cool it.

“Can’t help it; she’s hot.”

“The point is to learn to work as a group.”

“We’ve stayed with our partners so far.”

“Jensen?” Mike jabbed him the side. Seeing everyone holding hands, Jensen reached out and grabbed the two available hands

“Sorry, we ready?” At everyone’s nod, Jensen lifted up. Pair by pair, they all went up, no jostling and fighting for space. Jensen did not fight back the satisfied smile and saw it returned on every face. “Any one counting?”

Steve nodded, “…Twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty.” As one, they dropped back down.

“Cool beans.” Jared was bouncing in place. “Let’s go do the last one.” Jensen caught a smirk from Chris and Mike and shrugged. Not his fault Jared was a dork. Since the previous group was still trying to untangle, they moved a little out into the field. Remembering what Chad said, Jensen deliberately chose a spot opposite Jared, pushing in between Tom and Mike. Chad saw, smiled and broke up Chris and Steve.

Once again, they all stuck their hands in and grabbed which ever hand was available. Jensen still had one hand free and saw one waiting in the middle of the pile. He moved to sneak his into the middle of the tangle of arms to grab it at the same time it disappeared. He and Sophia played a back and forth game until Chris got irritated. “Enough! Just, both go up top already.” Jensen watched as her long, slim hand slipped into his and he was rocked by the wave of energy radiating off her. “Thank you. Since that’s an easy fix, you guys slip under their arms.” Chris nodded with his head. Sophia lifted up as Mike and Jared walked under their arms. He and Sophia were now next to each other, but because of the placement of his other hand he was pressed against Mike’s back.

“Aw, Jenny; I didn’t know you thought about me like that.” Mike was trying to smirk at Jensen over his shoulder.

“Shut up, Rosey,” Jensen managed to say before he was pulled away, Sophia tugged behind. He quickly realized why this game was chosen. They had to work together to step over, under and through crisscrossed hands. At some point, he was smashed against every person in the group, Sophia’s hand increasingly warm in one hand, Steve’s in the other. Finally, they figured it out; Jared, oddly, facing outside the circle. They were the last group done and joined the others waiting for instructions. Cougar stepped forward and clapped her hands.

“Thanks for working so hard today everyone. What we said earlier still applies; we see no point in trying to get a working group when some of the group is still learning basics. So we will not be meeting with you again for the next month. You all have a time blocked in on your schedule for complement training. Over the next month, we want you to dedicate that time to hanging out together, learning about each other. When we meet again, you need to be very comfortable with everyone in your complement.”

“At that time, we will ask you to create code names for every member and one for the complement. We do our best to protect your identity and code names are one way. Try to make it something that connects to your personality or any powers that develop. But not so obvious for someone outside the unit to understand the meaning.”

“See you at the end of July. Enjoy your evening.” The large group broke up and Jensen found himself walking back with Sophia at his side. Looking forward he saw all of the pairs split up. Jared and Chris were in a shoving match that turned into a race, Mike and Chad looked to be plotting something, and Tom and Steve were deeply involved in something serious looking.

“I think the guys have something waiting for us at the house.”

“Yeah, what makes you think that?” Jensen was curious. He had not gotten the impression that there was anything on their agenda for the rest of the day.

“I … don’t know.” She looked up at him, confused. “It’s just this feeling I’ve had since I met up with you guys for pairs training.”

“Okay,” Jensen said and dropped the subject. Sophia looked stressed that she did not know why she had the feeling and he did not want to add to it. She seemed to be a very down-to-earth, unflappable girl and if she was bothered, it was most likely something important. Thinking it best to let her think on it for a while, he instead watched as Jared’s long legs ate up the ground, easily outdistancing Chris as they headed towards their squat.

Part 11 soon

Deadly Glance

Tue, 06 Oct 2009 16:33:25 GMT

Title: The One with the Deadly Glance Part 9
Characters: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Chris Kane/Steve Carlson, Tom Welling/Mike Rosenbaum, Chad Michael Murray/Sophia Bush, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Jim Beaver
Warnings: Eventual NC-17, will add as it develops

Summary: There is a genetic coding that transforms a person into a dragon or the dragons psychic connection. The government has figured out how to tap into the coding and force the transformation. Jared and Jensen are two such people. Paired together, they must learn to deal not only with their new abilities, but each other in a world that has turned against them.
Part one starts here
A/N: Sorry about not getting to the commments. I've been doing what I can just to get something to post. I will try to do better.

“We have to flip again? Man, I don’t want to do that again.” Jared was following Jensen over to the space previously occupied by dragon Chris. Now human Chris was standing in the middle of it, moving along anyone who tried to claim the square. Mike and Tom were doing the same in their square. Jared was so dejected by the idea of flipping again that he almost walked into Jensen when he stopped and turned to look at him. Sophia and Chad walked passed them, Sophia offering a conciliatory pat on his shoulder.

“You do know you are going to be doing a lot of flipping, right? A lot of the training will be with you as a dragon.” Jensen got no reaction from Jared. “Is there some reason why you don’t want to flip?”

“No reason, just don’t want to.” Jared was such a bad liar and he knew it. Jensen knew it, too. “Look, can we not talk about this right now?” Without waiting for an answer, Jared brushed passed Jensen and took his place in the center of the spacing square. He felt bad about it right away and the look on Jensen’s face made him feel even more like a shit. Jared promised himself he would talk to Jensen later. Taking a deep breath, he lifted his shoulders up and around trying to work the tension out. It partially worked. Not expecting any better, he turned to Chris. “What do I gotta do?”

“Flip.” Chris and his smug ass humor were not helping the headache that was building to a raging beast in his temple.

“No shit, Sherlock. How do I do that?” Jensen, who had been hovering on one of the spacing lines as instructed, twitched like he wanted to move. Making a decision, he walked up the Jared, reached up and placed warm fingers on Jared’s temples. He could feel the heat from his body, held so close, seeping into his skin and making him tingle everywhere they almost touched.

“First thing is to calm down.” Jensen’s voice was deep, slow, and melodic. It had that soothing touch like his mother’s did whenever he was sick or scared. Jared looked down and found himself falling into the green of Jensen’s eyes; needing to grab Jensen’s arms to keep his balance. The color made him think of the field near his house he used to play in. “Take deep, slow breathes. Focus on breathing with me. Deep breath in … deep breath out.” Whenever he and his friends were not ripping the grass up playing one of their games, he would lay there with his sister and guess the shapes of the clouds. Most of his happiest memories from childhood were in the field.

“Good Jared, you’re doing good. Now picture a white light extending from your head, down through your body and growing roots in the ground below you. The roots go deep and wide, connecting you with everything. Focus on that light until you feel the light pulsing with energy.” He could see the light as it sank down his body and spread through the ground, flickering with every beat of his heart. Unconsciously, his body began waving to the flow of energy pouring through him. “That’s right, Jared. Let the ground take all the negative, let it have your tension and worries. Let it fill you with the positive. When you are ready, pull the light back.”

As Jared stood there the light growing brighter and whiter he could feel himself getting lighter. No longer feeling pulled down, he stood straighter, his shoulders pushed back, head high. On its own, the light began to retract and Jared did not want it to. He tried to fight but Jensen was murmuring to him that everything was okay, to let it go so he did. Only when the light was centered in his chest, a tiny ball of warmth did he realize that Jensen was standing over on the lines again, smiling at him. Jared had a moment wondering if Jensen had even been standing with him but he could still feel the heat at his temples, his fingers tingling from contact with Jensen’s skin. From where he stood Jensen called out instructions.

“Close your eyes Jared. Just like before, you need to find that spot inside. You’re going to take that switch and turn it on this time.” Jared closed his eyes and felt a twinge of fear but it was quickly swallowed by a flare of the white ball of light. Trying to remember the switch’s location, Jared tumbled through the reds and blacks of his mind. He saw the green spot that tickled and hung a left. It was a yellow switch somewhere over here, but he could not find it. Breath quickening, he floundered. He could not find it, it was right here! Where did it go? There was a patch of grey, but no yellow.

“Was the grey spot there before?” Jensen.

“What, no.” Jensen was here with him, he would help. He would find the switch again because Jensen would help him.

“Go look at the grey spot. Remember, it looked like a switch before. Maybe it was yellow when it was on-“

“But grey when it’s off.” It made sense. “Just like a light bulb.” Reaching out a finger, he flicked up and – FLIP! – it was yellow again. Jared opened his eyes and looked down, way down. Thanks, Jensen.”

“Anytime, big guy. Think you can find it to flip back?” Smiling, or trying to because his facial muscles did not work the same, Jared reached out for the yellow spot that was emanating with a low buzz of energy that he remembered from the first time, would have felt this time if he had not been freaking out, and flipped it off. In the space of a blink, he was closer to the ground and Jensen was loping towards him. He hoped he got there fast; Jared had no desire to fall face first onto the ground. Except he never passed out.

“Hey!”

“Hey, yourself.” Jensen smiled wide, crinkles in the corners of his eyes.

“No, I mean I didn’t pass out.”

“Oh, that? Yeah, that’s pretty much just a first time deal.” With Jensen’s arm slung low around his hip, Jared let himself be pulled off the Flipping Field following the white painted lines to avoid anyone else flipping. Little gusts of wind occasionally swooshed around them, Jared’s hair flopping in the breeze.

“Pretty much, but not always?”

“Well, if you’re not careful about food intake, not eat enough, it could happen. But I don’t think you have to worry about that.” Jared stuck his tongue out and blew a raspberry. The teasing was totally worth it when Jensen made and ‘ew’ face and wiped it against his shoulder. Jensen still pressed close they walked over and received their schedules.

“Hey, man,” Steve greeted Jared when he and Jensen joined Steve and Chris. “That was some pretty quick flippin’ you did there.” Jared looked over the field and saw Chad was still struggling to flip dragon, Sophia, Tom and Mike talking him through it. His was not the only familiar face still on the field. There were about four that were still trying to go dragon, another five trying to come back to human. Each one had at least two people working with them. Jared guessed their partner and an older dragon. Jared had a couple questions and was not sure how to ask them.

“You didn’t need me.” Jared spun around and stared at Chris. “I didn’t stick around ‘cause you didn’t need me. Jensen had you well in hand.”

“Oh; how-” Chris tilted his head at Jensen and Jared understood that to mean Jensen was tapping into him and transmitting. “Ok, then. What about…”

“Your guess is as good as mine.” Jensen smiled comfortingly at him. “Some people just take to flipping naturally. Doesn’t mean it’s because of anything else.”

“Plus, Jenny-boy has a particular way with people.” Chris leaned in like he was sharing a secret. The way Jensen flinched said that he did not want Chris talking about it. “It’s why they put him in the program they did.”

“Program?”

“Yeah, program.” Jensen sent Chris the stink-eye while Steve obligingly smacked him upside the head. Jensen ignored them as they tumbled and wrestled on the ground. “Over this first year you’ll be taking a lot of tests: aptitude, personality; whatever else they want to know about you. Then they put you in a program where they think you will most excel. I’ve been learning psychology with an emphasis on relaxation techniques. Meditation, hypnosis, massage, energy manipulation,” Jensen said in answer to Jared’s unasked question.

“Is that what you were doing? That whole ball of light thing?” Jared was not sure if the staring into Jensen’s eyes and being reminded of his childhood was connected, but he was not about to ask, not in front of so many people. Blushing, thinking about how amazing it felt, he thought maybe not ever. “I actually saw the thing glowing and moving.”

“Okay, okay,” Steve cried out between gasps for breath. He was laughing so hard there were tears running down his cheeks. Chris, sprawled over Steve to hold him down, darted in for a quick peck before launching to his feet. He then offered a hand to help pull Steve up while Mike, Tom, Sophia, and a triumphant Chad joined them.

“Just one more dragon left, if we want to head on over,” Mike said nodding his head at the tables piled with little packages.

“Is this the surprise you were talking about earlier,” Sophia asked. Jared had not realized that she had heard that conversation. He had been so wrapped up in getting to Jensen and wallowing in misery over the test that he forgot she had walked back with him.

“Yup, let’s go.” Chris was so excited that he actually jogged over to the tables, not waiting for the others. Jared looked at Jensen to see him sharing a look with Steve. Steve’s smile said what can you do and he shrugged and joined Chris in the melee that was attempting to organize the tables. Jared felt a knot in his stomach and it lessened a little when Jensen immediately turned to him to walk with him. Jared was thinking about it when Jensen let loose a bark of laughter.

“You should see him at Christmas.” Jared followed Jensen’s line of sight and saw Chris cavorting and generally being a nuisance; if he was this exuberant now-.

“I don’t think I want to know. It can only be scary.” Jensen had this look of fond exasperation that twisted the knot and Jared was dismayed to realize that he was jealous of Jensen’s relationship with Chris. He had bonded with them so quickly that sometimes he forgot that they all knew each other for years before he came along. The weird part was, he was not sure just who he was jealous of, Chris or Jensen. Both had been paying him extra attention, though he did feel a special pull towards Jensen that he did not get from Chris.

“Now that we have everyone here, we can get this thing rolling.” Jared shook it off and watched as Chris poured all of his hyperactivity into being emcee. “We have a tradition each year at the first pairs training. We established pairs like to chip in and get the new pairs a little something. Think of it as a care package.” People began walking through the crowd handing out bags. When Jensen was handed a plastic shopping bag, he held the handles so that Jared could go fishing. “There are a few objects that have been personalized to each dragon, but otherwise everyone got the same thing.”

Jared pulled out a couple packets of ear plugs. He had every intention of using those. Chad talked in his sleep and Mike was a snorer. Next was a package of sour gummy worms that he ripped open and shoved four in his mouth before offering them to Jensen. “Nah, man. I think those are for you.” Jared shrugged. He had been eating a lot more sugar these last few days than he normally would. Chris had explained that his body was probably craving the sugar for the calories. He himself had stated eating more protein. Other people tended to load on the carbs; it was a normal side effect.

Next was a sheaf of papers stapled together. Thumbing through it Jared saw it was someone’s journal. Not understanding that one, he reached in and pulled out blank two journal notepads. After checking with Jensen, who had no idea either, he waved them in the air getting Tom’s attention. “Yes, each of you has been given a journal to write in as well as a journal of a previous dragon. We ask that you leave a record of your time here for future dragons so that they can know that we all go through similar experiences. I know, I know. But you can ask each one of us,” he waved at the older pairs, “and we will all tell you how much an impact the journal we received had on us and that we still have it. Each journal has been altered so that the person cannot be identified as well as being at least ten years old.” Jared did not mind keeping a journal. He liked to write and had kept journals until these last few years of school. He had only stopped because he could never find the time to jot his thoughts down. He was always so busy with school and sports, a job and hanging out with friends. It would be nice to pick the habit up again.

Leaning over to look in the bag for anything left hiding in the corners, Jared jerked back when he recognized the last gift. Taking a quick look around, he saw a few other mortified faces.

“What.” Jensen asked before looking in the bag. He turned bright red and slammed the handles closed with a rustle of plastic. “Umm.”

“Did anyone get any Magnums they can trade, ‘cause these aren’t going to work for me.” Chad was holding the little foil packets in the air waving them around.

“Nothing is going to work for you, if you don’t shut up.” Sophia snatched his arm and pulled it down, continuing to hiss in his ear. Jared watched as Chad went from looking startled, to dejected and amazingly, finally, contrite.

Steve wisely chose that moment to get everyone’s attention. “If we are done here, I suggest we head in and get some lunch. Complements, don’t forget training right after.” Pairs and groups started trickling away. Jared, Jensen, Chad and Sophia waited for the other four who were making sure there was no mess left once everyone was gone. Then, in a tight clump, joking the whole way, they went to lunch together.

Part 10 here

Sun, 27 Sep 2009 20:39:59 GMT

Title: Dinner Party for Four
Characters: Christian Kane/Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles/Jeff Morgan
AN: Originally started for some a prompt about crossdressing. Forgot where I founf to prompt.
Summary: Christian is invited to one of Jeffs very special girls only dinner parties.

Christian was sent up stairs as soon as he arrived at Jeff’s place with a message that dinner would be ready in an hour. That means an hour of not just waiting, but preparing and he is nervous as hell; until he enters the bedroom and sees Jared and Jensen. Jared stands out first since he is directly opposite the door. He is leaning over and pulling up fishnet nylon. The other one is already on and Christian can see the ends of a garter belt holding it in place. The bands disappear under the edge of a satin and lace teddy covered by a sheer, filmy robe. Both are in muted shades of deep brown and dusky rose. Dark blonde hair falls to his shoulders in gentle waves. Christian turns to take in Jensen as he stands from the bench in front of the vanity. His pale skin is nicely offset by the red hair that ends at his jaw line. In stunning contrast are the dark blue velvet tank and boy shorts.

“I tucked it back.” It takes a moment for the information to sink in, but then Christian realizes that there is no tell tale bulge. The shorts fit snug and smooth low on Jensen’s hips calling attention to the flash of pale skin where the tank and shorts almost meet. Feeling a little flushed, Christian looks up to Jensen’s face.

“Wow.” Stepping forward, Christian grabs Jensen’s chin and tilts it better into the light. He’s done an amazing job with the makeup. His features are a little softer reminding him of the too pretty boy that Christian met all those years ago. Turning to look, he sees that Jared, too, is a little softer on the edges. If it was not for their height, both taller than him, the bastards, and their musculature, they could both easily pass for female. A tiny knot of unease unfurls in his stomach. This was no slap-dash attempt just to get their rocks off. They were going whole-hog and would not make him look ridiculous.

At his sigh and nod, as if it was a signal they were waiting for, they both move in and strip him. Naked, Christian stands still as Jared circles, occasionally poking. Jensen has his face on his hands much like Christian did to him moments ago. “You’re disgustingly tanned, like Jared. I should have some colors that will work for you. Once Jared has you dressed, come sit and I’ll take care of your hair and make-up.” With a smile of reassurance and a gentle squeeze to his chin, Jensen turns back to the vanity and starts fiddling with different little bottles and cases.

Meaning to willingly put himself in Jared’s apparently capable hands to be dressed, Christian is startled when Jared stretches his long arms over him, something off-white clasped in his hands. He tries very hard not to think as the stiff leather band settles around his chest. He is desperately ignoring the outraged voice in his head that demands that he stop Jared. Just breath he thinks as the front is clasped closed so that he is encased from armpits to hips. Unfortunately, breathing becomes a little harder as Jared disappears behind him and the corset starts shrinking.

“I put Jensen in one of these a couple weeks ago.” Jared’s voice is a low growl; mostly pitch and puffs of air on Christian’s neck. It sends little tingles that seem to hit the leather and bounce back to ricochet through his body. “Drove Jeff insane; couldn’t keep his hands off him.” Christian tried to focus on Jared’s voice as his chest is compressed and his stomach pinched. “When we are done with you, Jeff won’t know what hit him.” Jared gave one last sharp tug and did whatever was needed to keep the contraption in place. Christian decides that he does not want to know what it is. If he does he will try to undo it and he is here, committed to this. Hell, he is wearing the corset. Nope, no turning back now. So he passively participates as Jared slips a white leather miniskirt up his legs. Legs he had shaven prior to arriving per request. He only nicked himself a couple times around the knees. It is insane how intricate an area the knees are to shave.

Skirt zipped and settled on his hips, Christian feels a little splurt of excitement as Jared reaches under and helps him tuck everything back. No unsightly bulges for him. “There’s underwear that helps hold it all in place, but Jeff prefers we not wear them. I suggest you take a practice run to get used to walking.” No kidding it takes some adjusting. He needs to adjust to walk without actually moving his thighs. It is crazy how small his steps become and he can feel the tug and pull with each step.

After a few circuits around the room, enough to feel like he has the hang of it, he comes back to Jared. He is holding out a white vest with tassels and sparkles all over it. Tassels and sparkles, not as high on the freak-out-meter as a corset, but pretty high up there. Christian lets Jared pull it up his arms. After fidgeting with it, Jared seems to accept the fact that the thing is too small to close and lets it hang open. Christian waits as Jared takes a step back and runs a critical eye up and down.

“Well?”He is not big on patience, everybody knows that.

“One last thing and I’m all done with you.” Jared reaches out and pushes on his pecs with fingertips. Christian watches as not actual boobs form, but more the appearance of cleavage.

“Jared, nice touch.” Jensen is behind Christian looking over his shoulder. “I should be able to add some shadows and highlights, emphasize it a little.” Christian wants to say something, is going to say something. Then he notices Jared. There is a flare of heat behind the appreciation. Curious, Christian throws his shoulders back and watches the flare become a conflagration. Jared steps forward with a growl to be intercepted by Jensen.

“You mess up that make up and you’ll have to explain to Jeff why you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself.” The threat must be good one because Jared instantly backs off allowing Jensen to guide Christian to the vanity bench seat. This process is a familiar one, Christian zones out while Jensen works on his face. He is not facing the mirror and so does not see the phases each new layer and color brings. He gets hit with the full affect when Jensen lets him turn around on the bench. It is startling. His face, so familiar from peering out at him from mirrors and screens, is still his but subtly different. Jensen did as fantastic job on him as he had seen on Jared and Jensen.

Busy poking at his deeper cleavage Christian looks up when he feels a tug on his hair. Looking into the mirror, he sees that Jensen has wrangled part of his hair into the world’s sloppiest braid. It is uneven, kinked, and has hair poking out everywhere. Tugging the braid from Jensen, Christian ignores Jensen’s protest as he undoes the bad job. He is slightly mollified when Jensen stops complaining when Christian produces a better braid and automatically does the other one. Not really wanting to explain why he knows how to braid, Christian never the less has an excuse ready for a question that never comes. Instead he gets a pristine white hat placed on his head and is pronounced ready.

“With all this white, I feel like the virginal sacrificial cowboy.”

“Girl,” Jared says over his shoulder from the closet. Whatever he is looking for he does not find as he turns around empty-handed.

“Girl,” Christian agrees before taking a deep breath and following Jared and Jensen down stairs.

Christian enters the dining room and sees the table is set; for three. Jeff is sitting at the head of the table while Jared and Jensen take the places flanking him. Not sure what to do, he hesitates in the doorway, bare toes curling into the linoleum.

“Chrissie,” Jeff calls out, arm held out to Christian. Chrissie could only be him; he remembers that Jensen goes by Jenny and the best they could do with Jared, other than the horrible Jaredina, was Jayden. Chrissie shuffles over to be snagged by Jeff and pulled onto his lap. He squirms, trying to lift some of his weight. He is certain that he will crush Jeff’s leg, or at least make it fall asleep. “Relax,” is mumbled against his ear. He never realized his ears were so sensitive. Yet this is twice he has gotten that little shiver tingle down his back from someone whispering. Doing his best, Chrissie settles in and lets Jeff adjust him until they are both comfortable with him sitting sideways leaning into Jeff’s solid chest. Not sure what else to do, Chrissie has one arm slung back around Jeff’s shoulders. It holds them close enough that Chrissie shifts with each rise and fall of Jeff’s breathing.

“Thanks for coming, ladies. I decided to keep it to simple fair tonight.” Looking over the table, Chrissie notices that everything is finger foods, sandwiches, fruit, and veggie tray. Each plate already has food on it; Jeff’s disproportionately fuller than Jenny’s and Jayden’s. Chrissie still feels unbalanced and unsure so he merely watches as Jenny and Jayden nod, smiling at Jeff, and delicately begin to pick at their food. Chrissie is intent on watching Jayden suck the veggie dip off his finger and jumps when he notices Jeff holding up a piece of strawberry for him. He reaches out to take the proffered piece only to have his hand smacked. Stunned, Chrissie glances at Jeff to see his softly amused grin. Tentatively, he slowly reaches out again and sees Jeff shake his head, little moue of disapproval. Understanding what is expected, but glad he at least gave it another try, Chrissie leans forward and pulls the strawberry from Jeff with his lips and tongue.

As the tartly sweet flavor bursts in his mouth, Chrissie reaches out with both hands to grasp Jeff’s. He makes it a slow drag towards him so that the strawberry is all gone by the time he takes Jeff’s index fingertip and laves at it. He works only the part where the berry juice stained the skin. Satisfied that there is no flavor left on that finger, Chrissie folds Jeff’s fingers and takes his thumb and gives it the same treatment. Jeff is making this half pant half moan sound so the gasp and grunt can only come from Jenny and Jayden. Looking up, Jeff’s thumb still surrounded, Chrissie sees that both men are looking at him. Jayden has a forgotten carrot raised halfway to his lips.

Inordinately pleased with himself, Chrissie pulls back leaving a glistening shine on Jeff’s thumb from the gloss Jenny slicked on his lips. Gaze flicking to Jeff, Chrissie gives the thumb one last swipe of his tongue. “You keep this up, girlie, and we won’t make it through dinner.”

That coils something low in his stomach. “I’m okay with that,” Chrissie says, leaning close to whisper in Jeff’s ear. Looks like Jeff has sensitive ears, too. Keeping that in mind for later, Chrissy leans forward and snags a grape from the plate and offers it to Jeff. “But, if you want to eat first, I can wait. Not going nowhere.” Just as Jeff leans forward to accept the proffered grape, Chrissie pulls it back and places it in the infinitesimal space that makes his cleavage. Pulling his shoulders back, he lets it rest there, held up by the corset. “Jenny and Jayden put too much effort in making me pretty for you for it all to go to waste.”

Deadly Glance

Sun, 27 Sep 2009 19:56:11 GMT

Title: The One with the Deadly Glance Part 8
Characters: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Chris Kane/Steve Carlson, Tom Welling/Mike Rosenbaum, Chad Michael Murray/Sophia Bush, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Jim Beaver
Warnings: Eventual NC-17, will add as it develops

Summary: There is a genetic coding that transforms a person into a dragon or the dragons psychic connection. The government has figured out how to tap into the coding and force the transformation. Jared and Jensen are two such people. Paired together, they must learn to deal not only with their new abilities, but each other in a world that has turned against them.
Part one starts here
A/N: Hilarie is Hilarie Burton (One Tree Hill), Mark - Mark Harmon (NCIS), and Richard - Richard Dean Anderson (MacGyver/Stargate)
This one ends in a weird spot, needed to cut it somewhere, but it's the longest one yet.

When all the newbies had wandered off to class after breakfast, Jensen had followed all the other pairs to the Flipping Field where he waited anxiously for Jared to return to him. Normally, he would have left with the other singles for the auditorium and class assignments. It felt good to be here instead of there; to be waiting for Jared’s return even if he did feel a moment of discomfort when he walked away. Looking around at the old landing strip, he cannot believe he did not know that Flipping Day was coming. The old runway was resurfaced; it tended to get pretty beat up from dragons dragging their nails as they learn to land on the hard surface. The spacing squares were freshly spray-painted over every inch of the field. The squares were only there for the first couple of months while new dragons adjusted to the space needed to flip.

“How much longer, do you think?” Chad was doing this combination of bounce and pace that was making Jensen feel jittery. He wished the other guys were here, but they had disappeared after breakfast with a few other older pairs.

“Dunno, any minute? That quiz doesn’t take long and you know that’s all Jim does first day.” Jensen stared resolutely at the sky in an attempt to not stare at the old terminal. Seeing dark shapes in the distance, Jensen leaned and squinted to bring it into better focus. Years of experience and the clear pristine blue of the sky soon told him that it was not a cloud, but a small group of dragons. Nothing else in the sky could look so dense and move so fast. Calling out to warn everyone, Jensen moved to the side of the field. Even just a couple dragons could create a fierce wind and it was always worse when they were trying to land.

When Tom and Steve popped up on the shoulders of one of the dragons, Jensen looked closer at the markings and saw it was Mike and Chris and some kid, Joshua, which he knew only well enough to recognize his markings. A few people nearby clambered up and started tossing down packages. Jensen wandered over to help and find out where they went and was stopped when Chris swung his head in Jensen’s direction. “No Jared, yet?”

“Nah, must still be wrapping up the quiz. What’s all this stuff?” He was too close to see the far side of Chris where packages were being tossed down, but could see lots of little things come down from the other two.

“Nothing; it’s just tradition.” Chris could be an evasive little fucker when he wanted to. Normally, Jensen would let it go, but this was supposed to be his distraction from the missing Jared. Unable to think of another distraction, Jensen decided to dig in to this one.

“Tradition; for what?” It was always interesting to watch Chris get irritated. It took Jensen a while to be able to recognize the signs in dragon Chris. His brow ridge, lined with spikes, would push inward and down over his eyes giving the blue a darker hue. His cheeks would crinkle making his massive jowls quiver just the slightest bit. Sometimes, he would aggravate Chris just to see his little lips jiggle. Laughing at him just made it worse so Jensen tried not to laugh now. He did not want to deal with a pissed Chris later.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.”

“Jesus, Chris. Stop being an ass.” Steve clambered over the large scales on Chris’s back and worked his way down to the wing. From there he climbed down the wrinkles made by the bend in Chris’s front leg. Once on the ground he started working off the leather gloves worn to protect his hands from the coarse scales that covered every inch of a dragon. “It’s supposed to be a surprise, Jensen.”

“What’s a surprise?” Jensen jumped; he had not noticed Jared joining them.

“All the stuff they have over there.” He waved a hand at the picnic tables they had sat at a couple days ago during the Flipping.

”Did you get everything out?”

“Yeah, did one final sweep through of all the pockets on top. Nothing got put below, did it?”

“Not that I know of; you wanna look just in case?” Steve nodded and walked under Chris’s massive chest and disappeared. Jensen had long ago gotten used to hearing only one part of a conversation with his ears. It was always fun to see the odd looks from the new kids until they adjusted.

Leaving Chris and Steve to their thing, Jensen pulled Jared away. “Test go okay?” He remembers feeling overwhelmed by how much basic stuff he did not know about dragons. Even now, things still come up that he has no idea about.

“I don’t know, man. Not feeling too good about it.” Jared looks so dejected that Jensen feels compelled to cheer him up.

“Don’t worry about it.” He bumps shoulders earning a pathetic smile. “He only does that to prove a point.”

“What, that I don’t know anything?” Jensen had quickly learned that Jared has a habit of flinging his arms out when he gets passionate about something. Already, it is instinctive to duck and avoid the swinging limbs.

“Yeah.” Jared looks startled and a little angry which is better than lost little boy. “Think of it as a wake-up call to learn everything about your newest ancestors.”

“I didn’t know being a dragon was genetic. Don’t think I’ve heard of anyone else in my family being a dragon.” Jensen can literally see Jared racking his brain, occasionally mouthing names and visibly discarding them.

“Not that family. Your new family; us.” Jared nods as he gets it and they both stand there, goofy smiles as they look at each other. Jensen thinks they might have stood there forever, or until Jared’s stomach growled except they both noticed the surge of people walking around them heading out onto the Flipping Field. Following the crowd, they find themselves waiting inside one of the spacing squares as Jeff and a small entourage strolled in their direction. Across the crowd, Jensen catches Chris’s gaze, having flipped back at some point, who waggles an eyebrow and slowly backs out of the crowd. Because of his ability, he never once looks back and never bumps into anyone. Safely within the lines of another square, he flips at the same moment Jeff calls out a greeting.

“Damn-it Kane.” Jeff sounds like he is amused but wants to be angry. He has to yell to be heard over the nervous tittering of the crowd. “You could at least wait until I asked you.” Jensen looks around and sees there are quite a few faces that he does not recognize. After quick calculations, he figures at least three quarters of the new group had flipped and not the usual less than half. Thinking of the prophesy, he cannot think of how it plays a part; maybe it was just a weird coincidence.

“Sorry Jeff.” Chris does not sound the least bit sorry. Instead he lowers his head as one of the girls nearest him reaches out a tentative hand. “Careful, the scales are really rough. They can scratch your hand up pretty good.” Out of the corner of his eye, Jensen sees Jeff nod at the staff with him. Together they work their way through the crowd to Chris’s side.

“Alright,” Jeff calls out, hands raised to get everyone’s attention. “We have a lot to get through today. We need to meet with each pair and give you your schedules. But first I want to give everyone a basic anatomy lesson. I knew some of you have heard this before, but a refresher won’t hurt. Once I’m through, if I could have some of the older pairs flip and let the new ones examine you, it would be much appreciated.” At that, Mike, one square over, flips. Jensen tries to hide his snicker behind a cough. Jeff looks so thrown that he has to physically shake himself before going on.

“Okay, basics. Each of you felt the wind when they flipped. Simple physics; something now occupies the space where the air was, so the air gets moved. Same happens to anything else that’s in that space.” A lot of eyes turn in Jared and Jensen’s direction. Everyone is thinking about the incident at the bus the other day. Jensen has a feeling it is something that will keep coming up over the course of their training. “The square act as a guide to judge how much space is needed by a flipping dragon. As you can see, we have provided more than enough room. Until further notice, none of you new dragons are allowed to flip outside one of these squares.” Jeff’s stern gaze roams over the crowd, emphasizing just how serious he is about this. “Anyone found doing so will face sever repercussions.”

Jensen lets the chatter this starts wash over him. He knows the story as well as anyone else. It was years ago, during the time of The Shift. Some new kid flipped and was too close to his partner. Girl got flung and landed wrong, broke her neck. The government officials in charge at the time decided to control it by giving the kid something that kept him from flipping ever again. Not that he lived long after that. The connection between pairs is so strong that one never survives long without the other.

“I’m sure each of you can figure out the head, shoulders, knees and toes part. There are things that are unique to dragons. First are the scales.” Chris holds very still as Jeff reaches out a hand and knocks against one of the knobby scales on his leg. “They cover every inch of the dragon’s body, including the belly and throat. They are completely impervious. There is nothing that can puncture or cut a scale.”

Jeff pulls out a butcher’s knife. The sun gleams off it as Jeff grips it and stabs at Chris. The uninitiated gasp as the blade not only bounces off, but breaks the tip. The scale is not even dented or scratched. Jensen feels Jared tense beside him, pressing closer. He understands, no way could he calmly stand there as someone pulled a weapon on him and used it. Holding up the broken knife for everyone to see, Jeff continues.

“Like I said, nothing can puncture or cut a scale. However, there are vulnerable spots on a dragon. The first are the eyes.” Chris swings his head down and Jensen holds his breath, hoping Jeff will not make a show of swinging the knife at Chris’s eye. Instead he holds a hand over it not even covering a half of the span available. “As you can see, it makes a large target close to the brain, but it does have its own defenses. The eyelids are made of scales as well. There are two sets; the solid outer one you can see. There is another, translucent set that lets you see while still being protected.” That was new to Jensen and he was just the slightest bit impressed. He watched as a milky film covered Chris’s eye, closing sideways instead of up and down like normal.

“Another point is inside the throat.” Chris swung his head so it was facing everyone and opened his jaws wide showing off his impressive array of sharp teeth. Jeff pulled out a flashlight and shined it inside, lighting up the dusky pink interior. “The throat has its own special make-up to protect it from fire. It is just a thick membrane though, and easily punctured. The special design that allows for fire can also act as a defense.” He reached up and flicked a nodule on the roof of Chris’s mouth. Sparks flew from his nose causing those closest to jump back. They were never in danger; there was no breath behind the sparks so that they looked more like sparklers at a Fourth of July celebration. “This spot holds a chemical that mixes with your breath and causes fire. You can either let the fire out through your mouth, or push the air up into the nasal passages.” Jeff pulled his arm back out and Chris let his jaws close with a loud snap. “Doing so, will keep the throat protected. Fire is something else I do not want to see anyone playing with without supervision.”

“The final spots are the pockets.” Jeff walked into the shadow of Chris’s chest, flashlight still on and illuminating one of the two pockets on his ribs. He reached up and pulled down a flap of scale and shone the light on the pale skin underneath. “There are two sets of pockets; the two down here and another two on the back behind the muscles that support the wings. They serve two purposes. They hold extra oxygen while flying in upper altitudes. The other is to carry things. The skin underneath is thick enough to not be irritated but still allows oxygen to pass through when needed. The skin here, like with the throat, is easily punctured.” He released the flap, making sure the top edge tucks back into a smaller part at top. Walking out from underneath Chris, Jeff waits a moment to make sure he has everyone’s attention.

“There is one very important thing you must remember about these pockets. You absolutely must not ever leave anything in one of the pockets. If something is in there when the dragon flips, it becomes imbedded in the person. We have not proven a direct correlation from dragon anatomy placement to human anatomy placement. Something as small as a ring could end up wrapped around the intestine or inside the heart. Flipping back does not guarantee it will reappear in the pocket. We have done emergency surgeries to retrieve forgotten items.”

A hand shot up in the air. It was the same girl who had reached out to pet Chris earlier. She was at the front of the group, so Jensen could not see her face, just a lot of curly blonde hair. She did not wait for Jeff to call on her. “Is that what happened to MacGyver?” Jensen could see the shock that rippled through the staff. Jeff regained his composure quickly.

“How do you know about MacGyver, Hilarie?”

“He was my neighbor.”

“She really does know other dragons.” Jensen looked sideways and saw Sophia at his shoulder looking around him at Jared. He had not realized that during the shifting of the crowd to get closer to Chris that Sophia and Chad had ended near them. He looked at Jared, wondering what they were talking about. He would have to ask later, he wanted to know what had shocked the staff so much.

“MacGyver was the name used by one of the dragons. There was an unfortunate incident involving him and his partner and he was made inactive.”

“Was Mark his partner? Sometimes he answers to that name instead of Richard. Everyone else just thinks he’s crazy, or has multiple personalities. But I’ve talked to him. He’s told me about being a dragon, what it meant to him. I was under the impression that they somehow melded into one person.” The girl was tenacious, ignoring Jeff’s blatant ‘drop it’ stare. “Did he flip with Mark inside; is it possible?”

Jeff looked at the ground, face stony with anger. After a deep breath he looked up and said by rote, “After an unfortunate incident, the dragon MacGyver was declared inactive. He was released with sufficient funds to live his remaining years in peace.”

Jared leaned into Jensen and whispered in his ear. “Why won’t he tell us what happened?” The play of air over and inside Jensen’s ear gave him the shivers.

“I don’t know. You guys know this Hilarie girl?” Jared and Sophia both shrugged their shoulders. He understood; as new kids, they did not really know anyone. “Ask her after one of your classes what happened. Or wait for someone else to. She’ll be getting a lot of attention the next couple of days; knowing a dragon in the outside world. Staff will want to know just what she’s been told.” Jeff was holding his hands up trying to get everyone’s attention again.

“We have one last thing to do before I release you. Normally I would let you look at some of the older dragons, but we are running a little behind today. I need every dragon to claim a spacing square. Communicators, stand on the lines near your partner. Once the dragon has flipped and turned back, please see one of the staff to get your partners schedule. In it you will see field, gym and if appropriate, complement time. Older dragons, you know the drill, help the newer dragons. These first few flips will still be tough to accomplish.”

Part 9 here

Mon, 21 Sep 2009 17:30:01 GMT

Title: Pregnancies and Power
Characters: Sam/Dean
A/N: Written for the Fall Fandom Free for All prompt Sam/Dean and a future where they have a family AND still have to deal with Sam's powers.left by dreamlittleyo. It's a little short, but I hope you like it.

“Damn-it. Sam!” Dean’s voice reverberated through the house and snagged Sam’s attention. “Come look at what your son is doing!” There was only one reason that Dean would refer to Robby as Sam’s son. Reluctantly putting the research to the side, Sam followed the sound of Dean’s continuing bellows wondering what specific talent little Robby was showing off this time. Turning the corner at the bottom of the stairs, Sam saw Dean cringing in the doorway to the kitchen. Coming closer, Sam saw the pots and spoons performing an intricate dance. Whenever one of the spectacular formations brought a pot close to Dean he would flinch and duck. “Telekinesis; the kid has telekinesis now, too. Just how many of those weirdo psychic kids powers is he gonna have, huh?”

The best Sam and Bobby have been able to figure, whatever obscure hoodoo magic that impregnated Sam in the first place reactivated his latent Azazel powers, mixed with them and came out a hundred fold stronger in Robby. Sam was just glad he was showing no signs of mind-control. The super-strength, visions, and electric touch were hard enough to deal with. Good thing Sam had some control over his own re-emerging powers. Reaching out, Sam exerted some pressure and halted the reenactment of Fantasia. “Robert Jonathon Winchester, what are you doing?”

At the quiet question, everything fell from the air with an over loud crash and bang. “Daddy!” The high pitched squeal of pleasure was usually welcomed as well as the little warm body flinging itself at his legs. Unfortunately, Sam still had to deal with headache side-effects of using powers. A pointed look in Dean’s direction had him swooping in and lifting Robby in the air, making him shriek in delight.

“Hey, little man. How about we give your Dad a moment to clean up? Then we’ll all play together later and you can show him what you learned to do.” As they headed out the back door, Dean careful to not let the screen door slam shut, Sam heard the two laughing together. After swallowing some Tylenol, Sam gathered the spoons and placed them back in their drawers saving the pots for when the medicine had a chance to kick in. No matter how hard he tried, he could never keep them from clunking.

As he cleaned up, he thought back on how easy it had been for them to settle in one place. Dean liked to claim it was due to Sam’s nesting instincts brought on by the pregnancy. He still refused to admit that he had read any of the maternity/pregnancy books Sam had brought home. With a rueful and careful shake of his head, Sam placed the last pot in the drawer and nudged it shut. Nesting.

Nesting! That was it! Dashing back upstairs, Sam shuffled through his research and found what he was looking for. Sure enough, he was right. Pleased to have figured it out so quickly, Sam pounded back downstairs only to stop and lean nonchalantly against the backdoor frame, ignoring the muted throb in his temples.

“So, I figured it out. They’re nesting.” Dean looked up from the mud pie he was helping Robby create in one of the incomplete flowerbeds.

“That’s great, Sammy. I say we have a little show and tell with Robby’s new talent. Then we call up- what’s the new babysitter’s name?”

“Karen.”

“Right, Karen. Then daddy and daddy,” this was said to Robby in a sing-song, happy voice as Dean tickled his tummy earning a huge dimpled grin, “can have some quality time with the creatures of the night. How’s that sound? You wanna hang out with Karen tonight?”

“Yeah,” was the roaring reply, fists raised in the air. Robby adored Karen which was good. The last two babysitters had seen things that freaked them out a little bit. Karen had come highly recommended as someone who did not spook easily. When she had merely lifted an eyebrow and nodded towards the kitchen sink when they dragged in after the last hunting trip covered in monster goo and bleeding profusely, they accepted her as the godsend she was and kept their mouths shut. They did not ask questions and neither did she.

Dean stood and lifted Robby with him, deftly avoiding dirt streaked fingers on his face. “I’ll take mud man for a cleanup if you wanna grab some stuffed animals to play with.” Dean had a smile on his face that was highly suspect and Sam found out why when he felt the loud smack. Twisting to look over his shoulder Sam saw the mud glob in the shape of a large handprint on his ass.

“Really, Dean? This was my last clean pair of pants.”

Dean turned and wiggled and eyebrow. “Guess you’ll have to go pants less; or do some laundry. I’m good with either way.” With a wink, Dean disappeared into the bathroom as Sam huffed and rolled his eyes. Looks like they would be spending some quality time together later without the creatures of the night for chaperones.

Deadly Glance

Sat, 19 Sep 2009 17:02:32 GMT

Title: The One with the Deadly Glance Part 7
Characters: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Chris Kane/Steve Carlson, Tom Welling/Mike Rosenbaum, Chad Michael Murray/Sophia Bush, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Jim Beaver
Warnings: Eventual NC-17, will add as it develops

Summary: There is a genetic coding that transforms a person into a dragon or the dragons psychic connection. The government has figured out how to tap into the coding and force the transformation. Jared and Jensen are two such people. Paired together, they must learn to deal not only with their new abilities, but each other in a world that has turned against them.
Part one starts here

A good night’s sleep had done wonders for Jared and Chad. They were both back up to par the next morning. After breakfast, where everyone was appalled at just how much Jared put away, they filled in Jared and Chad about the visit from Jeff. Everyone had the same idea about what the cryptic statement meant, though not everything made sense. They also agreed with Jeff that it probably did involve them. Tom, who was training to work with and study the different abilities, was excited that a previous dragon had shown signs of precognition.

“Too bad it is not documented; could have saved some of us a little trouble.” Unable to refute Chris, no one mentioned it again. Instead they spent the weekend getting to know each other. After a few hours in their company, it no longer seemed weird how close Mike and Tom and Chris and Steve were. Jared had seen the same closeness in others that were pointed out as long established pairs.

“You spend so much time in each other’s space and head that it is impossible not to be close,” Mike had explained when Sophia commented on it. The girl definitely had some balls to her; putting up with Mike’s and Chris’s antics, calling Chad out on his random verbal spewing. Jared found himself relaxing around her, treating her like one of the guys.

“Plus, there’s the whole destined for each other thing.” Chad looked at Sophia adoringly. Jared hoped the newness would wear off soon; the pointed comments were a little sickening in their sweetness. Over the few days, it had grown more obnoxious the longer Sophia ignored it. But, that was the weekend; a time Jared would look back on fondly. A time of simplicity with nothing better to do than hang out. Now it was Monday and Jared and Sophia were walking together to their first class. It was the newbies orientation to all that was dragons to be held every Monday for two hours. It felt a little wrong not having Jensen at his side and Jared found himself walking a little closer to Sophia. Since she had yet to complain, he figured she was feeling a little disconnected, too.

The one terminal had been transformed into training and classrooms. Having followed the signs, Jared entered the room and all sound momentarily stopped. Then a low buzz commenced and Jared knew it was about him. Some of the whispers were not so subtle.

“Hey, that’s the freak that flipped at the bus, right?”

“Was talking to some of the older people and they said-“

Shoulders hunched, Jared slunk into an open seat. These were people he had spent four hours getting to know, wondering what the end of the ride would bring them. They were all united in their trepidation and curiosity. Now, he was something different from them, from everyone else in the compound.

“Hey,” Sophia said as she slid her hunk of metal that attached seat and desktop over against his desk, effectively trapping him in his seat. “I’m sure this works no different than High School. Something else is bound to happen and they will be off on another topic.” It did not really help. Jared would still be the freak, something to talk and wonder about when nothing else exciting was happening.

Unable to fault her for trying, Jared smiled. “Thanks, Soph.” His smile was not as bright as he hoped because she gave a sad little smile and patted him on the shoulder. Settling back into her seat, she looked around the room. They sat that way, in companionable silence until the door opened and an older man entered.

He was on the other side of fifty, at least. His face had the look of one that knew a lot and it was from living it. The ball cap settled firmly on his head did not hide the world-weary sadness as he reached the front of the room and turned to face them. In a singular display of noticing and acknowledging the power in the room, everyone quieted and settled into seats. Jared noticed that no one left their seat unmoved. There was a loose clump at the front. A few others had pushed desks together like Sophia and him while the remaining others had pulled away. Their desks were cushioned from everyone in the room with a bubble of space. Figuring that the small groups were others that had found partners or complements, Jared was left to wonder about the antisocial another time.

“Welcome to Orientation. I’m Jim Beaver and I will be your instructor in the background knowledge of all things dragon.” He had a low gruff voice that commanded attention. There was something about the way he held himself and talked so plainly that told Jared this was a man that knew what he was talking about and would accept no bullshit.

“First, I want to know what you know about dragons.” A hand shot up in the air from one of the small clusters. Jared thinks it might be the blonde that shot him the dirty look in the auditorium the other day. “Thanks for volunteering. If you would pass out this test, I want to find out what everyone knows.” As she stands, Jared sees the big soulful eyes and the strong jaw line under a mop of curly blonde hair. He thinks her name is Hilarie; he remembers playing ‘What’s Your Accent’ with her, but not the girl from the auditorium. When he gets his test, freaking pop quiz on the first day, he looks it over while waiting for the pencils to make their way over to him. It’s a fill in the blank, no chance of getting something right just by guessing correctly.

Pencil in hand, the room that oddly still quiet while everyone concentrates, Jared looks at the first question. Are there dragons in any other countries? Easy enough; no.

Question 2 – Why? Not a clue. Skipping it for now, hoping something in one of the other questions might lead him to the answer he looks at Question 3. What causes a person to flip? Something in the DNA, he writes slowly trying to make his penmanship legible. He’s gotten a few tests back over the years with things marked incorrect because the teacher could not read it.

Question 4 – When did the first dragons appear and what were the circumstances that brought it about? Jared thinks he remembers hearing about a pair that met during the Revolutionary War. Thanks to an awesome History teacher, Jared knows that the Declaration of Independence was signed 1776, so goes with that.

Question 5 – List any pairs or complements that you know. Well, crap! Jared does not know any names. Because there are such big spaces after each question, he thinks there is a lot more information Mr. Beaver is expecting for each question. The pitiful one or two sentences Jared has come up with so far leave the sheet looking empty.

Question 6 – Explain the military involvement. Fairly certain he has this one, Jared starts scribbling. Once he has filled out the whole spot left to answer this one, much larger than the other so far, Jared rereads it. Satisfied, he smirks knowing he could have answered it in one simple sentence. The military acts as enforcers of the conscription of the kids and as protectors of the compound.

“Excuse me, sir.” Jared looks up and it is Hilarie, hand flailing in the air. “Do you want us to list dragons that we personally know, or just ones that we know the names of?”

Sophia leans a little closer and whispers out the side of her mouth. “Do you think she actually knows any dragons, or does she just need clarification?” Not sure, Jared shrugs. He is slowly coming to the conclusion that there is a lot more to this dragon business that just the dark secret that the city whispers about every year at graduation time. Turning back to the test, he reads the last question – What do you think it means to be a Dragon and how will it affect your life? Realizing that there are not questions on the terminology: dragon, communicator, complements, and anything about abilities, Jared raises his hand and asks about it.

“That’s because it is not something that will be discussed here. While we may discuss certain pairs and complements, everything else will be learned during pair and group training. How many of you have found your partner?” Hands hesitantly rise, all the ones except the loose clump of kids at the front of the room. “Pair training starts right after we get done here. Just head on out to the Flipping Field. How many are part of a complement?” Jared and Sophia keep their hands up and so do the three kids in the upper right corner and one of the kids sitting isolated. “Group training will be after lunch. They’ll explain more there.” Mr. Beaver looks at him and Jared nods. Looking at Sophia, he sees that she is wrapped up in answering the last question.

Staring at the blank space, Jared thinks about what to put there. He knows that he has already changed. He feels different that he had just a few days ago but he is fairly sure that is not what Mr. Beaver is looking for. Then there are the plans he had with his friends before they all left for college. He does not even know if he will be attending college this fall. After that, he never had an idea of what came after that. Jared always just expected something would call to him in one of his classes. Seeing people turning in their papers, Jared decided honesty was best and dashed off an answer. He handed it to Sophia when she stood to pass in hers.

“Do I have everyone’s? Yes, good. The answers to the questions are some of the topics we will be going over in class. If you did not know the answers to most of the questions, don’t be surprised. Generally, no one does. I’m going to end today’s class now. Normally we would go the whole two hours, but they have a lot to go over in the first pairs training.” He shuffled the papers together, aligning all the edges. It showed how well trained everyone was from school that no one rose to leave since he had not given an actual signal of dismissal. “Come in prepared to do a lot of discussing and listening. Until then, I have a homework assignment.” He raised a hand to quiet the grumbles. “Call home. I don’t mean just your mom and dad, but also your friends, girlfriend or boyfriend. Whoever is important in your life. They have had a few days to speculate so expect a wide range of reactions to learning you are a dragon."

Part 8 here

Deadly Glance

Fri, 11 Sep 2009 17:34:40 GMT

Title: The One with the Deadly Glance Part 6
Characters: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Chris Kane/Steve Carlson, Tom Welling/Mike Rosenbaum, Chad Michael Murray/Sophia Bush, Jeffrey Dean Morgan
Warnings: Eventual NC-17, will add as it develops

Summary: There is a genetic coding that transforms a person into a dragon or the dragons psychic connection. The government has figured out how to tap into the coding and force the transformation. Jared and Jensen are two such people. Paired together, they must learn to deal not only with their new abilities, but each other in a world that has turned against them.
Part one starts here

A/N: With my second job kicking back in, I might not be posting as fast as I have. I promise, this is still calling to me. Who knows, I might even be more organized and get more done. We'll see. Just wanted to give a heads up.

Also, word count has reached 9,000. Second longest thing I've ever written. The first doesn't count 'cause it was for my History Jr .Seminar research paper. 20 pages blathering about other peoples research. Not nearly as much fun. So, yeah. Go, me!

Jensen zoned out a little while Tom, the one with the most knowledge of abilities, explained to Sophia and Jared the salient points to bring them up to date. He could see Jared slowing losing the battle with sleep. It was no surprise. One of the effects of the pill was to lessen the reaction to the first flipping. Taking the pill after would have been pointless; he would simply have to sleep it off. The fact that Jared and Chad had woken at all was amazing.

Finally, Jared closed his eyes and they did not reopen. He really did look young when he slept. Jensen wanted to run his fingers through his hair and sooth the remaining tension. When Chris shifted again so that Jared’s head would not be at such an awkward angle, Jensen felt a burst of gratitude. As dragons, Chris and Jared would be spending a lot of time together, relying on each other. He was relieved to see that Chris was already showing signs of caring for him.

Tuning in now that the conversation was back on new ground, Jensen turned to Steve, who took up where he started the conversation. “My ability is not on the list of previously known abilities. I can identify any object and its material make-up.”

“At least it follows the along similar paths convention,” Mike remarked. He and Tom had yet to show abilities. After four years together, there were some questions being raised about the two. Add in Mike’s five year wait, and there was some concern about what Mike and Tom would eventually offer.

“Similar paths; what’s Chris’s ability?” Jensen forgot for a moment that there was no reason for Sophia to know. She was so quick at picking up the important details and running with them.

“Acute spatial awareness,” Chris said while keeping his voice low. Seeing that Chad was close to drifting back off too, they all made the effort to talk quietly. “Also not on the normal list.”

“Does it mean that you just do something they haven’t seen yet; or that there is something different about you?”

“Based on all the tests they still run on me, I think no one has a clue. When we figured out what was going on with Steve’s ability, we decided to keep it secret. No point in both of us being subjected to the testing.” They shared one of those looks that Jensen tried really hard not to be jealous over. Now that he had Jared maybe it would be a little easier.

“Didn’t anyone think it odd that Steve did not have an ability?” There had been questions, but since Chris was special, they figured Steve could not develop one. Jensen was really starting to like the girl. Maybe she was going to develop an acute mental ability.

“Oh shit,” Jensen blurted out as pieces fell together for him. “Chad’s psychic before he pairs, I have the hearing thing, and Jared spontaneously flipped. Best guess; we all have some special talents to look forward to.”

Tom looked at Chad sitting next to him. Head tucked into his chest, snoring; Chad looked far from special and talented. He looked like a worn out kid who stayed up past his bedtime. “We can’t know for certain Chad is psychic.”

“No, but Jensen, Jared, me and Steve; pretty safe bet you four will get something off the reservation.” They all looked at Chris, then somewhere else. Each was lost in their thoughts of what this could mean when there was a knock on the front door. Seeing no one else making the move, Jensen got up to answer the door. He remembered that Jeff wanted to talk to him, Steve and Chris about their behavior earlier in the day. He hoped it was not someone come to collect them. It was a little late in the evening to think about discipline, especially with all the other concerns the day had brought. Jensen came to realize that the day still had more to offer when he opened the door and saw Jeffrey Dean on the other side.

“Jeff. Hi.” Jensen was too stunned to do more than stand in the doorway and stare. He knew he had to look like a vapid fool, but Jeffrey Dean Morgan, the head man of the camp, was standing at his door. Jeff did not make house calls, never mind the weird status of the members of this particular house’s occupants.

“You going to let me in,” Jeff asked, dryly amused. Without waiting, he shouldered past Jensen and headed across the room to the stair to the loft. Not wanting the others to be caught unaware, Jensen lunged to catch up and loped up the stairs. Once he reached the top, he stopped.

“Guys, Jeff is here.”

“Jeff. Who do you mean Jeff?” Mike was twisted improbably backwards to look at Jensen. By the widening of everyone’s eyes, Jensen knew he did not need to answer.

“Guys, Sophia.” Jeff looked around and Jensen worried about what he was seeing. A small corner curtained off against the rules. Everyone sitting together in an obvious conversation. Jared and Chad zonked out but evidentially at one point involved. Chris must have run down the same track, because he stood and started hefting Jared upright without waking him. Jensen swooped forward to support Jared’s other side as Mike and Tom worked to lift Chad. Sophia crossed the room ahead of them and turned down the sheets. Once the boys were tucked in, they turned expectantly to Jeff. “Take a seat.”

Mike and Tom crossed back to their double bed. Chris settled in next to Steve who had not moved. Jensen and Sophia settled at the ends of the beds of their sleeping partners. Jensen felt the urge to touch Jared and felt more settled once he had. He noticed that Sophia was doing the same. Mike and Tom and Chris and Steve were also touching, but that was normal for them. Normal for any pairing that had been together a while. Nervous that he was already feeling that connection, reacting instinctively to the close proximity of Jared, Jensen resisted the urge to pull away.

“There is a lot I need to say, so I would suggest you listen and absorb before asking any question.” Jeff’s gaze caught and held each of them until they offered a nod of acceptance; no talking until he was done. “I’ll start with, I know. I know about Steve and Jensen. I even know about Mike.” Jensen was sure he knew what Jeff meant about Steven and himself, but Mike? Mike had not shown any signs of a strange ability. “Patterns, guys. Mike, you can distinguish patterns. It’s how you know who will flip and who will not. I also know of your concern about the army earlier, Steve. I assure you, I have already scheduled a meeting with the ones in charge and plan to give a serious ass chewing.” Jensen had been on the receiving end of some spectacular ass chewings. Being friends with the hyperactive and mischievous Mike and Chris had led to some ill advised adventures over the years.

“In light of this knowledge, I leave you with one last bit of information. In the sixty years this program has been active, there has not been one spontaneous flipping. The last couple to do so died some twenty-five years prior to its creation. Before they passed they left the researchers with something. Through the years it has managed to survive until it remains solely within my care. As I believe it pertains to you lot, I am going to share it with you.” Jeff cleared his throat and paused as if recalling something.

“In the time of mutual force, there will come a pair that is not. Friends of power shall know. Heed their actions, ‘less the ones that were shall be again.”

Part 7 here

Deadly Glance

Tue, 08 Sep 2009 03:03:14 GMT

Title: The One with the Deadly Glance Part 5
Characters: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Chris Kane/Steve Carlson, Tom Welling/Mike Rosenbaum, Chad Michael Murray/Sophia Bush, Jeffrey Dean Morgan
Warnings: Eventual NC-17, will add as it develops

Summary: There is a genetic coding that transforms a person into a dragon or the dragons psychic connection. The government has figured out how to tap into the coding and force the transformation. Jared and Jensen are two such people. Paired together, they must learn to deal not only with their new abilities, but each other in a world that has turned against them.
Part one starts here

It was not until later that evening, after the housing shuffle that occurred every year to accommodate the new pairs and complements that Steve cornered Jensen. Jared and Chad were completely conked out having endured their first flipping. Chris and Tom were trying to jerry-rig a sheet to provide Sophia, the only female of their complement, a space to herself. Mike was helpfully providing managerial assistance. It was part of the complement bonding that they share an open loft for a bedroom. Jensen thought it was a cost saving design that was exploited. Either way it did not stop them from being gentlemen and offering her what privacy they could.

“You want to tell me what happened today?” Jensen was startled out of his thoughts. He was appreciating the fact that he was no longer in the converted hanger that housed all the people awaiting pairs. Once a year it was put to use as a makeshift hospital to handle all the newly flipped dragons.

Following this train of thought, Jensen answered sarcastically, “Well, Jared arrived and spontaneously flipped and I discovered I’m his Communicator. That makes us a very rare pair. Probably gonna get all sorts of fun testing because of it.” Even Steve had to smirk at that. There was so much still unknown about dragons that anything that did not fit what was known was stripped down and examined. Even now, Chris was still pulled aside for special blood work and any new testing procedures. “Then Chad flipped and we eight formed a compliment. Which by the way, he called his communicator. Pointed her out at the bus before everything. Then, because we made a complement I got to bypass the pair’s dorms and was shunted off to one of the Squats.” The squats were aptly named. The complement housing consisted of a grouping of cinderblock buildings that squatted on a parcel of the old airstrip land like unwanted refuse.

“Anything else,” Steve asked expectantly. It was the tone that had Jensen pausing and taking a closer look at his memories of the day.

“Well, we all heard Chad when he flipped. That’s not normal. I was always told it was that low tug in the gut that let you know.”

“True, but he wasn’t the only one I heard today.” Jensen followed Steve’s line of sight and landed on Jared.

“You heard Jared earlier?” Jensen thought back and finally understood that moment of weirdness he felt. “That’s how you knew his name. What the hell? How are there two newbie dragons that can already project beyond their immediate focus?” He looked back and forth between the two sleeping forms as if trying to see if there was something that stood out about them. They were both sleeping peacefully. Chad sprawled out on his back. Jared on his stomach, one arm tucked under so that it lifted his butt a little in the air. Jensen’s first thought was of a little baby, the way they sleep all scrunched up. He felt a little shamed thinking of Jared that way. Despite how sweet and innocent he had been all day, he was an adult. Shoving the thought to the back of his mind to take out for later examination, he looked at his friends as they wandered over.

“I don’t think it was them, Jen,” Chris said as he settled on the bed next to him. Jensen shifted as far as he could, being sandwiched between Steve and Chris. “There was this odd echo effect, as if it was being bounced to us through a cave. Not the same feel as when a dragon is sending you their thoughts.” Tom sat on the bed across from them and then fell into Mike as he settled in with a bounce. They both nodded. They, too, had heard Jared and Jensen with the odd distortion.

“It all sounded the same to me. No different than when Chris and Mike talk to me.” Jensen looked among them all and saw a distinct lack of surprise. “You think I have something to do with this.”

Tom looked apologetic as he explained. “It did start when Jared flipped and you became his communicator. Plus, it’s not the first time you’ve shown a heightened response to sound.”

Jensen must have looked as confused as he felt, because Chris grabbed his attention. “Remember this morning, in the dining hall?”

“Yeah, I came back inside and you yelled me over to the table.”

“You were half way across the room, and I didn’t yell.” Jensen looked close at Chris and there was no lie hidden in his face. “We’ve always been able to get your attention just by focusing our thoughts on you.” They all nodded and Jensen was forced to accept it as true. None of them had the look of trying to pull a fast one over him. Fantastic, yet another thing to make him unique.

“It’s like you’re a giant old-fashioned switchboard.” Mike smirked at his own joke but still complained when Jensen smacked him. His thoughts came through just as clear as when Mike is a dragon, yet they had never communicated telepathically while Mike was not a dragon. Even if Jensen had not already accepted his friends were telling the truth, this was undeniable proof.

“He’s right though,” Steve said, looking very serious. “I think, with time and training, you could clear up the distortion. It’s something to think about.” Jensen nodded, already thinking of ways to hone this new found skill; also ways to hide it. He had no desire for additional testing beyond the spontaneous flipping.

“Good,” Steve said slapping his knees. “I have something else I need to share with you guys.” He waited until he had everyone’s attention. Even Chris was looking at Steve with the same ‘what else’ expression. It did not bode well if Chris was not already in the know. “The guards did not have tranq’s in their guns today. They were armed with real bullets. If any of them had taken a shot, it would have been to kill.”

It did not seem to matter that Jared was tired. Trying to claw his way back into slumber, he felt himself being pulled up. Something irresistible held him until he was aware of the scratchy wool and the very, very flat pillow. Giving in to the inevitable, Jared rolled over and blinked the ceiling into focus. It did not have the familiar swirl pattern and Jared had a moment of panic. He had no idea where he was. Then he heard a voice

“Steve, you had better be joking on this one.” The fear and anger tingeing the voice made him want to hide back in his dreams, but its hold was too strong. He needed to hear it again. Turning his head, he saw him; them.

It all came back and he sat up with a groan. He still felt shaky. A little like after a game when he had pushed himself too hard. Hopefully, just like those times, one good meal and he would be back on his feet. He looked around the loft in the little house the eight of them were sharing. At some point, a couple of the beds had been pushed together to make two large beds. Now the odd shape of the bed frames made sense. They were designed to be connected. Chris, Steve, Jensen, Mike, and Tom were sitting on those beds across from him.

“Oh, fuck. I thought I was going to sleep the night away.” The grumble came from the depths of wool and starched cotton on the bunk next to him. Jared looked over and saw Chad pushing his way out of the covers. “Couldn’t you take the urgent conversation somewhere else?” Jared realized with a shock that was what had pulled him out. His dreams had been a jumble of voices and images. Since he was awake now, he figured he might as well be an active participant.

“Joking about what,” asked a voice from behind Jared. It was Sophia, emerging from a space cordoned off with a sheet. For someone who had just endured a four hour bus trip and survived being tossed by a flipping dragon, she was amazingly put together. The only thing out of place was the impressive bruise splashed across one cheekbone. He knew that was his fault, but now did not seem like the right time to apologize. The other guys looked like they were talking about something very serious.

“I suppose you three should hear this as well,” Steve said. “Come take a seat.” They all waited in expectant silence as Jared settled at the head of the bed next to Chris. Chad sat across from him while Sophia took the remaining spot on the other bed at the foot. Once the rustling and squeaking of the bed quieted, Steve took a deep breath.

“Jared, Sophia, you may not understand this as well as the others, but,” he took another deep breath. He did not look like this was something he wanted to share. “I have an ability outside the normal list of special talents.”

“The normal list,” Sophia said with skepticism, “of special talents.” Jared was there with her. There was a list of abilities beyond flipping into a dragon. His world was already rocked enough.

“Over time each pair will develop an ability,” Tom explained, his head turning back and forth between Sophia and Jared. Jared thought he looked like he was at a tennis match. “In most cases they will share the same ability.”

“And in those other cases?” Jared had a feeling this was not a good thing.

“The pair will have different abilities, but they will run along the same lines. Like telekinesis and mind-reading.”

“Like earlier today, when I heard you guys.” Jared thought he was getting it, only to realize he was not, not really.

“Kind of like that. Every dragon has the ability of telepathy. It is how they communicate. This ability would take it a step farther.”

“Okay.” Sophia was nodding. “These pairs that don’t share their abilities, do the talents still fall on the normal list of abilities?” Tom, who had taken over the conversation, gave her a nod in acknowledgement for realizing the finer points of the conversation. Jared was glad someone was. If Chad’s appearance was anything to go by, no wonder his brain felt like slow moving mush.

“They do.”

“So, what does it mean that Steve’s ability is not on this list?” Jared felt comfortable sitting back and letting Sophia carry on with the questioning. Or more like sideways, as his body slumped against Chris. He felt it was all he could manage to keep his head up and his eyes open. Since Chris did not seem to mind that Jared was resting against him, Jared made no effort to move. In fact, Chris shifted to take more of his weight, an arm slung low on his hips to hold him against his side. His fingers ran in never ending circles that sent warmth from his hip up. Sinking into the heat, Jared let the voices wash over him hoping he could pick up the important points through osmosis. With that thought, he drifted; the voices background noise.

Part 6 here

Sun, 06 Sep 2009 03:43:04 GMT

Title: Intro
Characters: John/Dean/Eliot
Summary: An intro piece to set up the other fics I'm writting for the spn_30snapshotschallenge
Prompt used: Table 6: 365, Prompt 4 - Hours
Word Count: 155

Hours. It has been hours, yet it has only been hours. Hours since the team split and Eliot found himself in a bar looking to burn off some steam. Hours since he saw the man enter the bar and zero in on him. Hours since he rode with him in a big black truck to a motel and met the man’s son. Hours since he let the man and his son take him; use him to the point of exhaustion. Hours until they will do it again.

God, does he want them to do it again. The pleasure they offer with the pain. The release found in finally giving over control. In finally finding someone who can take control; someone capable of harnessing his strength and turning it on him.

Whoever John and Dean Winchester are outside the motel room walls, Eliot wants whatever they can think to throw at him while inside these walls.

A/N: I've written this threesome before and am spinning off from that. If you want to see what happened in those hours, go here.

Sun, 06 Sep 2009 02:56:16 GMT

I'm signing up for a challenge. What the hell am I thinking?! It's spn_30snapshots

I'm taking John/Dean/Eliot and the choose your own table. I'll fill in the prompts as links as I write them.

01.	*	06.	*	11.	*	16.	*	21.	*	26.	*
02.	*	07.	*	12.	*	17.	*	22.	*	27.	*
03.	*	08.	Taste	13.	*	18.	*	23.	*	28.	*
04.	Hours	09.	*	14.	*	19.	*	24.	*	29.	*
05.	Writer's Choice	10.	Writer's Choice	15.	Writer's Choice	20.	Writer's Choice	25.	Writer's Choice	30.	Writer's Choice

Deadly Glance

Wed, 02 Sep 2009 17:39:34 GMT

Title: The One with the Deadly Glance Part 4
Characters: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Chris Kane/Steve Carlson, Tom Welling/Mike Rosenbaum, Chad Michael Murray/Sophia Bush, Jeffrey Dean Morgan
Warnings: Eventual NC-17, will add as it develops

Summary: There is a genetic coding that transforms a person into a dragon or the dragons psychic connection. The government has figured out how to tap into the coding and force the transformation. Jared and Jensen are two such people. Paired together, they must learn to deal not only with their new abilities, but each other in a world that has turned against them.
Part one starts here

The auditorium was packed. The noise was really loud as a ridiculous number of people talked in not quit hushed tones. It reminded him of lunchtime at school. Just with more people. On the walk over he had learned everyone’s names. Chad, the squinty one, had rambled on about one of the girls he had arrived with. Once he learned that Jared knew her, talked to her, he quizzed him on everything he knew. It was not much. Granted they had a four hour trip from the airport, plus all the time they waited for everyone to arrive. But there were about thirty of them on something that looked like the bastard child of a tour bus and a school bus. It had the squat body of a school bus, but all the amenities and windows of a tour bus. It was all a little surreal, what with the army escort through the airport and on the road.

A bear of a man, scruffy beard and all stepped to the microphone on the stage. Jared followed the guys and lined along the back wall. He was grateful to use it as a backrest even though he had to stay standing. He could feel what little energy he had slowly depleting.

The scruffy man tapped the foam head and got a squawk of feedback and nodded as if that was what he wanted to hear. Considering it got everyone’s attention and had them finishing their conversations, Jared figured it very well might be.

“Hello, and welcome to the wonderful wilds of Michigan. My name is Jeffery Dean Morgan.” He placed a hand on his chest. Jared hated it when people did that. As if the “my” part of the statement did not signify who they were talking about. Nope, they had to point it out with the hand-on-the-chest move. “Most people call me Jeff, or Jeffrey Dean. I am the head coordinator of the training camp. I know some of you have questions about the army escort. That will be explained to you in time.” Jared did have some questions, but the army was not one of them. He had figured out pretty damn quick that the facility was tied to the dragon program and dragons were loosely associated with the military. Question answered. No, all of his questions revolved around everything else.

“As you all found out from the little show earlier, this is a dragon compound. You all are part of the Dragons now. I assure you, this was not some random lottery, or draft. Each one of you is meant to be here. This will all, again, be explained to you later. As those of you who have been with us in previous years know, depending on what happens during the Flipping, each of you will be assigned a program of study. All of our new members will get a course in dragon history. Those who find their partner will get pairs training. Any who finally,” Jared noticed Jeff eye Mike, “hopefully find your complement will get group training. It is the nature of the beast,” this brought chuckles from some of the older looking crowd, “that some of you will get all of this. Others will have nothing. In this case, you will be given extensive testing and the beginnings of a social program. Everyone will eventually receive this training.

As I said, you are all now part of the Dragons. This is a membership for life. Consider it a gang, a cult, whatever you want. We will take your natural talents, hone them, and use you in ways of most use to the nation and the program. I know you new people have plans in place.” No shit Jared has plans. There’s a full ride scholarship with his name on it waiting for him back home. “Some of you may come back to those plans. Others will be set on a different path. All of this hinges on what happens next.”

“I can hear all your brains thinking the same thing. What happens next?” Could he really, Jared wondered. He could hear Jensen and Chris. Maybe Jeff had figured out how to do this in human form. “What’s next is this.” Jeff held up a pill. It had to be pretty large if Jared could see it from all the way at the back of the auditorium. “I get Matrix comments every year. I would really like to skip those this year.”

“Didn’t he just make one,” Jared whispered down the line. He got a snicker from a couple of the guys; a dirty look from a girl sitting in the row in front of them. Shrugging, Jared offered a smile. That earned him a huff as she turned back around.

“Each one of you new arrivals will be given a pill. Don’t bother refusing to take it. The other option is a giant needle in the spine. This is simply the most efficient way of getting through this. Some of you will flip, become a dragon. Others will feel a pull to one that does flip. You are a Communicator. Others will do and feel nothing. That just means your predetermined partner has not arrived yet. This pill in no way changes you; it just activates that part that is lying dormant.

At this time, I would like for all of those who are waiting for their complement to head out. The new arrivals I want in a line down along the stage. Everyone else should have been given their assigned locations.” A few hands shot up into the air. “No questions at this time. This training program is well established and is designed to answer all of your questions. All I ask if that you be patient.” With that he left the stage.

As everyone started to get up and move to where ever they needed to be, Jared started towards the stage only to be stopped. “No need for you to go up there,” Jensen said. “The magic pill helps encourage the transformation. You already did that. We get to go wait with the others to see if we get to find a complement.” Jared found himself once again following Jensen as they headed out with Mike, Tom, Chris, and Steve to an outdoor seating area. Chad, overly excited, hustled off in the other direction.

As they settled into seats, Jensen endured the backslaps that came with the congratulations and teasing. They all centered on the fact that Jensen ‘finally found his partner.’ He was really grateful to the older dragons that paid attention to Jared. That first time flipping is something they talked about every year, how memorable it was for them. They could recall every single detail, as if it had been recorded in high-def. How they felt completely trashed after, the body using too much energy to force that first change. Each person had advice on how to supply the body with the extra nutrients it would need to survive the flipping without crashing.

Once everyone had a place, the waiting began. It was a long process. Each of the new kids was given a magic pill, one at a time. If it led to a pair, the staff worked with the new dragon to get him or her to flip back. Once the dragon was back to original form and heading to the hospital to recover, communicator in tow, the process started all over. Since everyone was well spaced out so as to not hit a person or building as they turned, the poor staff often had to run the entire length of the complex. Occasionally, a few members of the group waiting along with Jensen and his friends would perk up and follow a new pairing.

Jensen watched as two people he had arrived on the bus with wandered off. He tried not to feel jealous. He had finally found Jared and in such a spectacular way. Instantaneous flipping was very uncommon. The last recorded case was sixty years ago.

Steve slid into the spot left unoccupied next to him. “When you get a chance, I need to talk to you,” Steve said in a low voice. Unsure as to why Steve did not feel he could talk now, Jensen nodded. That’s the moment he felt a low tug in his stomach and heard Chad screaming. Momentarily locking gaze with Steve, he saw him nod and they both took off, Jared, Chris, Tom, and Mike with them.

“Holy fuckin’ shit! Ow! Jesus Christ that hurt! Whose brilliant idea was this?”

Jensen slide to a stop when the new dragon came in view. No doubt it was Chad. Only Chad would have eyes that squinted like that, even as a dragon.

“Fuck you, Jensen. We can’t all have big green eyes. Yes, alright! I’d look if you would quit yelling at me.” That last made no sense to Jensen, until he realized Chad was talking to the staff. Odd that Jensen could hear him talking to the staff. New dragons usually needed training to focus their thoughts out to anyone other than the person they are talking with or other dragons.

“That’s Chad?” Jared was standing next to Jensen looking up at the dragon that cast a shadow over them all. “He’s really … big.” Jensen looked at Jared in consternation. Then he remembered that this was Jared’s first dragon up close. Trying to look at Chad objectively, Jensen tried to see him with newbie eyes. Unable to recall that awe and thrill that came with seeing a dragon that first year, Jensen felt sad. He wondered when he became so inured to dragons that they were no longer amazing and exciting.

“A little on the scrawny side, actually.” Chris was standing on Jared’s other side. He was on record for having the biggest chest for a newly flipped dragon. Damn proud of the fact, too.

“Yeah, fuck you, too.”

“That’s quit the mouth you’ve got on you. Too bad it’s not as small as your squinty eyes.” Jensen did not recognize the husky voice and looked around for its owner. He saw a girl strolling up, the soft wave of chestnut hair blocking her face. Jensen could feel his eyes widen in shock, then had to close them as the sun grew brighter. He turned around to see Chad sinking to his knees.

“Hey, beautiful. I’m Chad,” Chad said, smiled, and passed out.

Part 5 here

Deadly Glance

Fri, 28 Aug 2009 02:43:21 GMT

Title: The One with the Deadly Glance Part 3
Characters: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Chris Kane/Steve Carlson, Tom Welling/Mike Rosenbaum, Chad Michael Murray/Sophia Bush, Jeffrey Dean Morgan
Warnings: Eventual NC-17, will add as it develops

Summary: There is a genetic coding that transforms a person into a dragon or the dragons psychic connection. The government has figured out how to tap into the coding and force the transformation. Jared and Jensen are two such people. Paired together, they must learn to deal not only with their new abilities, but each other in a world that has turned against them.
Part one starts here

Jared woke to a wave of pain. He tried to pry his eyes open, but it was too much. The pain from trying seemed to join forces with the pounding of his head and ricochet throughout his body. The more he tried, the more it hurt, the more desperate he was to get them open and find out what the hell happened.

“Jared, relax.” A voice called out of the darkness. “Take a deep breath.” There was something to it that pulled at him. Instinctively, he listened to it, pulling it to him. He let it take him over, comfort washing over him, helping his muscles to relax. As the tension released, the pain let up to a low, throbbing ebb at the base of his skull. “That’s good; you’re doing good, Jared.” The praise washed over him, suffusing him with a warm glow. He wanted to keep that voice talking to him, it made everything better. Well enough that he opened his eyes only to be drowned in green.

“Hey, welcome back.” The edges of the green wrinkled at the corners in pleasure. Pulling out of the wondrous depths, Jared saw the rest of the face the green was housed in. It was as arresting as the voice. “How you feeling?”

Jared tried to answer and needed to lick his lips and clear his throat before he tried again. “Been better.” That was met with a laugh that Jared instantly knew he needed to hear again, and often. It was a deep belly laugh. The kind no one could resist smiling along with. As he did the last of the tension melted away and the memories trapped behind the pain filter in. “Oh, shit. I’m a dragon!” Jared lunged upright and had to sink back as a wave of dizziness took him away. He focused on his surroundings in an attempt to get his body to stop spinning. It was hard because the room kept tilting, threatening to spill him from his bed.

A warm hand settled on his shoulder and held him grounded. Slowly, Jared was able to focus on the details of the room they were in. He was lying on a cot. He was not the only one. It looked like an old airplane hanger, only now it was a makeshift hospital. A couple beds on each side of him were occupied As well as a string across from him. “The other kids on the bus! Did I hurt them, are they okay?”

“Ahhh, the patient awakes!” Jared looked past the man settled at his side. He remembered him from when he flipped and became a dragon. Somehow, in the confusion, Jared had never gotten his name. He made a mental note to ask as soon as he could. Right now, the nurse hovering over him was top priority. “Pulse feels good. You woke within an acceptable time range. Any dizziness, nausea?” She flashed a little light in his eyes making him flinch and blink.

“No, not anymore,” Jared answered truthfully. He really did feel good. There was a strange electric feel buzzing under his skin, but oddly, it felt right. Jared recalled one of the voices that had swarmed into his head when he was a dragon. It had told him about something that would feel alive. He could only imagine that it was talking about this.

“Everything looks good to me,” the nurse said and clapped a hand on the guys shoulder. “Jensen here will give you a hand getting you upright. Promise to take it nice and slow and I’ll release you. He’ll get you to the auditorium in time for the big speech.”

“I will; thank you.” Jensen, huh? Different for a name, but he liked it. Accepting the hand Jensen held out, Jared let it pull him first into sitting. When he felt no ill effects from that, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and was helped to stand. He felt a little wobbly but since Jensen showed no signs of leaving his side Jared figured he could handle it. He had certainly had worse. Like that one time his friends got him into a fight and he broke his wrist. He accidentally took an extra pain pill once and he was loopy for hours. That was something he was never doing again.

Jared followed Jensen as he led them outside. The sun was blindingly bright and sent a spike of pain through his head. Flailing out, he grabbed a hold on Jensen and waited for it to pass. It went quickly and Jared found himself blinking and staring at the five guys that appeared to be waiting for them. Well, probably waiting for Jensen, but he was with Jensen, so Jared felt justified thinking they were waiting for him, too.

The blonde he recognized. Jared was fairly certain his name was Steve. “Hey man, how you feelin’,” said the long-haired brunette standing comfortably close at his side. Shocking blue eyes watched him waiting expectantly for an answer. It took Jared a moment to formulate a response. That blue was just so … wow. He had never seen a blue so pristine, unlike his own muddied with other colors. “Jared?”

“Huh, oh. Yeah, I’m good, thanks.” Jared felt like a fool; caught staring at some guys eyes. He hoped he did not look as dumbstruck as he felt. In an attempt to not get sucked back into gazing raptly Jared looked at the others. There was another blonde, hair buzzed short. Jared did not think the sun was so bright that he needed to squint that much. But hey, who was he to judge. There was a tall guy, taller than him, with hair so dark it was either black or a really, really dark brown. His eyes were blue, too. Yet they did not pack quit the punch as the little guys’. He too, was standing awfully close to another guy. This one’s hair was fuzz short, like it was just growing in from being bicced. Jared had to fight this intense urge to run his hand over it to see if it tickled.

“Liar.” Eyebrows flying to his hairline, Jared looked back at Mr. Blue-eyes. Steve had a hand on his elbow, murmuring in his ear. “What? I am being nice. I remember how hard it was to flip that first time. Hurt like hell.” Unable to resist the intense scrutiny, Jared nodded. It had hurt. Felt like he was growing so much he was being ripped apart. Even that summer when he shot up six inches had not compared. Everything stretched and snapped at the same time.

“Fortunately, it gets easier each time,” Fuzz-head said. “It will never hurt like it did this time. Promise.” Jared nodded, happy to hear that he did not have to torture himself every time he flipped. Not that it was ever happening again, pain or no.

Part 4 here.

Deadly Glance

Mon, 24 Aug 2009 18:49:31 GMT

Title: The One with the Deadly Glance Part 2
Characters: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Chris Kane/Steve Carlson, Tom Welling/Mike Rosenbaum, Chad Michael Murray/Sophia Bush, Jeffrey Dean Morgan
Warnings: Eventual NC-17, will add as it develops

Summary: There is a genetic coding that transforms a person into a dragon or the dragons psychic connection. The government has figured out how to tap into the coding and force the transformation. Jared and Jensen are two such people. Paired together, they must learn to deal not only with their new abilities, but each other in a world that has turned against them.
Part one starts here

There was a dragon standing at the overturned bus. Jensen was certain it was the gangly kid that turned. As he flipped, he knocked over the bus. A few kids got tossed as well. There was some kind of force field that surrounded a turning dragon that allowed it to move anything that was occupying its new space. Through all the confusion; the newbie’s screams as they ran away, the yelling of the army troops and compound trainers at each other and the dragon, Jensen heard something else. A cry of fear and pain.

“Oh, my God. What happened? It hurts, it hurts! I can’t breathe it hurts!”

Without thinking about it, Jensen ran towards the melee. “Jensen,” a chorus of voices called out. One strong hand wrapped around his elbow and pulled him around in a tight circle. Jensen found himself looking into Chris’s intense blue eyes. “Are you nuts?! If you don’t get trampled, you’ll get shot.” Jensen looked around and saw that the army troops had their guns aimed at the raging dragon.

“No,” Jensen screamed as loud as he could. Those nearest him turned to look, but it had no affect on the men slowly surrounding the dragon. “Chris, you gotta help me! I can hear him,” he pleaded before shaking off the hold and running forward. He was marginally aware of the cocking of guns and the girl trapped between the stamping feet and flailing tail. Jensen had a moment to think it might be the same girl Chad was so enamored of before the shadow of a second dragon fell over him. It stepped past him and snapped at the nearest aiming at the confused dragon. Trusting Chris to ensure their safety, Jensen focused on the roaring in his mind.

“Please someone help me! What’s happening to me?”

“Hey, kid!” Jensen called out in his mind knowing that he would never be heard over everything else. “Down here, I’m right here.” He tried to sound as calm as he could. A small part of his brain noticed that sweaty palms and a thundering heart did not seem to translate into the minds’ voice. The rest of it was occupied with getting the dragon to focus on him. The enormous head swung in his direction pulling more yelling and screaming from the people in the yard. He kept calling until finally the eyes found him and focused with such intensity he could feel it physically. “That’s right. Right here at me. I’m going to help you, but you have to calm down first. Can you do that?”

“What happened to me?”

“You know what happened, big guy. We can’t fix it until you calm down. Right now, you have everyone around you scared and wanting to control you, not help you.” Slowly, the flailing tail settled to a swish, the legs landed on the ground and stayed down. The groan from the shifting of the scales settled to a low hum. Glad to see that the dragon had settled somewhat, enough for the trapped girl to run out under her own power, Jensen walked closer. Chris had backed everyone up enough that it was just the two of them next to the tumbled bus. “What’s your name, kid?”

“Jared.”

“Ok, Jared; I need you to focus all your attention on me.” When Jared dropped his head down so close that Jensen could only focus on one large football sized eye at a time he did not flinch. He was too used to Chris and Mike’s antics. “Don’t worry about anything else, just look right here.” Jensen watched at the mass of muscle and scale settled until the only sign that Jared was not some fantastic statue was the twitching of the very tip of his tail. “Good, Jared. I’m going to help you flip back, but I gotta tell you, it won’t be easy. Not this first time. Understood?”

“Okay,” the big head nodded up and down, displacing enough air to have Jensen fighting against the draft. “What do I need to do?”

”Hey, Steve! Give Jensen a hand, would you?” It made sense that Jensen would hear Chris call out. Everything had quieted around them, now that the dragon was no longer lashing out. Yet, something struck him as odd. Too focused on keeping Jared’s attention on him, Jensen pushed the thought to the back of his mind. He did, however, acknowledge Steve when he appeared at his side.

Noticing the shift of the one large eye he could see, Jensen reassured Jared. “He’s a friend; paired with the other big guy. He just wants to help me get you to flip back. Sound good?”

“Yeah, sure. Just, can we do it already?” The impatience was tinged with a hint of nerves.

“Hello, Jared,” Steve said out loud, striking another note of discord in Jensen. “I realize this first time is a little scary. Especially happening like this. But we need you to find something.” That eye had been twitching back and forth between Jensen and Steve. Now it drifted out over their heads, looking around.

“No, Jared. Not out there.” Jensen brought his attention back to them. “It’s inside you.”

“That’s right. There’s something inside you that helped you flip. We need you to find that.”

“Inside me?”

“Yeah, kid. There’s going to be spot somewhere inside that feels different.” Jensen was relieved to hear Chris interject. It was always better to have someone who knew what it felt like to help with the first transition back. “It’s something that has always been there, but now it feels … alive. Got a little extra vibe to it. You find that spot and give it a good poke.” Watching the lids drift shut over that ponderous eye, Jensen listened to Jared internal monologue.

“An extra vibe, inside me. How is that supposed to help? I’m still me, just tons bigger.” Jared snorted a puff of smoke, rocking Jensen and Steve on their heels as they coughed. The one eye flew open and Jensen could read the open astonishment there. “Oh, shit! Sorry! Didn’t know I could do that. Wonder if I could make fire. Now that would be cool.”

“How about we save that for another day. For now, let’s get you back to your human self.” A spark of excitement lit the depths and set the mish mash of colors swirling. It was a little hypnotic.

“Right! Okay, focus Jared.” Trying to hide his amusement, Jensen flicked a look over his should at Chris. He was still standing guard between them and everyone else. The pure pleasure sparking his bright blue eyes electric told Jensen that Chris was doing just dandy. He would be more than okay staying there until Jared was back to his other self. Given the right project, Chris could have more patience than a saint. Snorting at the image of a halo floating above the crown of horns on the dragons head, Jensen tuned back into Jared. Once again, the eye was closed, presumably helping him look inside. “Something old, but new feeling. Just hope I don’t need something borrowed and blue. I’d be in more trouble that I originally thought. Hey! What’s that? Poke, poke. Hahahah! That tickled. Nope, still all hulked out. What is that light? Weird! It looks like a light switch. Flip!”

Jensen watched as one moment Jared the dragon was there and the next there was a tall kid with a flop of dark brown hair. “No shit! That why you call it flipping? ‘Cause it’s like flipping a switch?” Then his eyes rolled back into his head and Jensen ran forward to catch him before his head could bounce off the pavement.

Once he was down, Chris must have let a few key personnel through because he found Samantha Ferris at his side. Reluctant to relinquish his hold, Jensen shift and adjust as she looked him over.

“Jensen!” Jensen flinched at the bellows. Jeffrey Dean loomed at his side. “Just what the hell did you think you were doing?”

“I could hear him.” He knew it was all the explanation needed. Except for the members of the military, every person on the compound was a dragon.

Jeffrey nodded, accepting the irrefutable answer. “Does not mean that was the responsible action. You have no training in helping a newly flipped dragon.” His gaze took in Steve and the reverted Christian. “You three will report to me tonight, after room assignments. For now, I suggest you follow your partner to the Med Station.”

A team came and manhandled Jared onto the stretcher. With his feet hanging over the end, he looked pathetic and pale. Jensen felt the urge to protect his grow stronger. Needing to stay connected, Jensen grabbed Jared’s hand and went with the medical team. He looked over his shoulder but did not stop when he hear Jeff call out. “Congratulations on your pairing, Jensen.”

Part three here

Deadly Glance

Sat, 22 Aug 2009 01:31:00 GMT

Title: The One with the Deadly Glance Part 1
Characters: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Chris Kane/Steve Carlson, Tom Welling/Mike Rosenbaum, Chad Michael Murray/Sophia Bush, Jeffrey Dean Morgan
Warnings: Eventual NC-17, will add as it develops
A/N: For hunters_retreat. Because she mentioned dragons and it got me thinking and because it was her birthday. Thanks for letting me innudate you with prompts! Happy Birthday!

Summary: There is a genetic coding that transforms a person into a dragon or the dragons psychic connection. The government has figured out how to tap into the coding and force the transformation. Jared and Jensen are two such people. Paired together, they must learn to deal not only with their new abilities, but each other in a world that has turned against them.

Jensen woke up and it was the same as any other day for the last few years. He forced his body to function well enough to dress and get to the cafeteria so he could get his daily infusion of coffee. It was not until he was caffeinated that higher brain functions kicked in and he noticed the palpable excitement. Figuring the morning zombies he was surrounded by were not the best people to get information from, he quick poured some more coffee and wandered off in search of the more aware.

“Dude, I am getting paired today, I just know it!” Had Jensen been on his usual third cup, instead of his second, he might have worried that Chad knew something before he did. As it was, Jensen merely raised an eyebrow and awaited the outpouring of information. “Yeah, sure I felt the same last year, but I was new last year; didn’t know anything. But this year I’m more self-aware and I can feel it. One of those newbie’s on the bus coming today is going to be mine.” There was a long pause and Jensen realized that Chad was expecting some kind of response. Still not up to vocal capabilities, Jensen offered something similar to an affirmative grunt. Seemingly appeased, Chad nattered on about his newfound self-awareness that came with his learning of his true nature. Since the coffee cup had yet to stray too far from his mouth, Jensen continued to sip from It as he wandered outside, Chad following.

Sure enough, not too far in the distance he could see the shine of the sun bouncing off the metal of the bus. It was far enough away that Jensen figured he had just enough time to wade his way back to the coffee pot to get that last cup. If his stomach gave a nervous excited flutter, he paid it no head. Not like he had not felt it once a year for four years. Chad’s claims to feeling something aside, there had yet to be any substantial proof that partners sensed each other before the actual pairing.

“Hey, Jen,” a familiar voice called over the din of the dining room. Jensen automatically drifted in its direction, the call of that voice, as well as a few others, stronger than the call of caffeine. He had yet to mention this side effect of his friendships to anyone. No point without a partner; cannot make a compliment if you are only one half of a pair. No powers without a pair. Whoever decided that one and one makes two did not know shit about dragons. “Hey man! So whaddya think? Gonna pair up today, or you thinking of shooting for the record,” Chris asked. All eyes shifted to look at one of the others sitting at the table. Mike had waited 5 years for his partner, Tom, to arrive.

“Hey,” Mike said as he shrugged, “like I can help it that Tommy boy was born late.”

“Or you were just born early,” Tom shot back. It was an old argument that could go in circles for hours, but everyone was thinking the same thing. It was a damn good thing Tom arrived when he did. No one had gone more than a two, three years at the most before Mike. Since Jensen had arrived the year after Tom, Jensen had not been aware of the tension that builds around a person when they hit that three year mark. Not until he did last year and still went unpaired. Mike had been an unexpected source of comfort and advice. All year he could feel it; the questions surrounding him. Was he going to be the one that goes unpaired? It had not happened yet, but there was always the fear. Some childhood accident or illness that kills your other half. There was still so much that was not known, despite the decades of research.

“As if Mike could ever be early anywhere,” Jensen said just to stop the teasing that would ensue between Mike and Tom. They all got a good chuckle out of that. Mike was notorious for strolling in at least five minutes late everywhere. “Nah,” Jensen finally answered Chris, “if I had my say, Mike can keep his record. I’m ready to know and start training. Then again, nothing feels different this year from the last couple.” Chris nodded knowingly, the only one to know about the special ‘tickle in his tummy’ he gets every year. “But you guys run into Chad yet?”

“Yeah,” Steve, Christian’s other half, snorted. “Ran into him coming out of the showers. You would think he had found Nirvana or Buddha-hood he way he was going on.”

“I almost hope he does get paired this year,” Chris said. “I don’t think I can take another year of hearing about how he was so certain.”

“I feel sorry for whoever winds up his communicator.” All eyes once again turn to Mike, who again shrugs. “I’ve been here ten years waiting for a full compliment. You start noticing things. I can tell you who is going to flip and who is going to communicate.”

“It’s true,” Tome assured the group. ‘I bet against him a couple times and lost every time. After that I just started asking. He hasn’t been wrong yet.”

“Can’t call the newbie’s coming off the bus too accurately. This time next year though? Anyone still waiting I can tell you which way they’ll go.” Jensen stared at Mike in disbelief. There was no way of knowing until the person found their pair. It was another one of those mysteries that no one had figured out how to solve. There was no common denominator in who flipped dragon and who stayed communicator. Same as there was no way of knowing who would pair with whom and which pairs would make a compliment.

“Alright hotshot,” Chris said sprawling out in his chair. “Chad’s gonna flip. What about Jenny here?”

“Easy; communicator.” Mike said it with so much confidence that Jensen almost believed him. Jensen kind of hoped he was wrong. Not that he really wanted the complications that came with being a dragon, but he felt like he was meant to be in the air with Chris and Mike. Chalk it up to the weird pull these guys had on him. For all he knew, none of them would even be part of a compliment together. Same as with the pairs not being able to feel each other, a compliment did not find each other until every member was present.

“Well,” Chris said as he slapped his knees and used them to lever himself upright, “I suggest we start heading over to the auditorium. If we leave now, we can see the newbie’s unload from the bus.” Everyone immediately stood up and gathered their trash. No one questioned Chris about how he knew the timing. It was just something he did. He was so spatially aware that he could not only judge distance but time and anticipate a movement. At first there was some thought that he was precognitive, which was completely unheard of, but then so was his actual ability. Because of this, he excelled at all of his fight training.

As the five of them trooped outside, everyone around gave them a respectful nod of hello. Each one of them was held in high regards by the others of the company. Chad strolled up and joined them to lean against the wall of the dining hall. As annoying as he could be, something in Jensen accepted Chad and because he did the others did as well. “I found her,” Chad leaned over to murmur confidentially to Jensen. “Right there, by the hood.” Jensen followed Chad’s not so subtly pointing finger to see a lushly curved brunette. Her hair fell in a soft wave to her shoulders that she impatiently pushed away as a gust of wind whipped it around. Jensen leaned over to tell Chad not to get his hopes up too high when he was drawn to the boy stepping down through the bus door. He had a brief impression of gangly height when all hell broke loose.

To part 2

Mon, 04 May 2009 15:55:41 GMT

Title: Sugar
Ficlette written for hunters_retreat prompt SPN, Sam/Dean, is that a sugar high?

Sam is a little stunned at Dean’s complete failure to get out of the car without looking like a bumbling idiot. Normally, Dean is a fairly graceful guy; except directly after being knocked unconscious or spending the night sleeping cramped in the front seat of the Impala. Then Sam catches a glimpse of the mess that is the floor space of the backseat and understands. It is covered in the remains of candy wrappers. There are little drift piles where the wind cannot abscond with the detritus of Dean’s eating habits.

Dean, all jerky, unsettled movements makes his way to the door to the motel room under the watchful eye of Sam. Sam knows there will be no sleeping tonight. Normally a busy person, Dean on a sugar buzz is next to impossible to stop moving. Grinning, Sam recalls the last time Dean needed distraction. Since it worked once before, Sam was more than willing to be the sacrifice tonight.

Only it did not work quite as well as last time. Dean was so fidgety, he could not settle on one project. His hands would flit from his clothes to Sam’s, neither of them actually reaching a state of undress. Dean’s kisses suffered the same fate. He was so anxious to touch every available inch of skin, some spots got dry soft pecks, others open-mouthed slobbering. Between the uncontrolled attack of Dean’s mouth and the constant fluttering of Dean’s hands, Sam felt inundated with motion and no sensations.

Frustrated, Sam gave Dean a hard shove that sent him falling onto the bed. Momentarily stunned, Dean looked back at Sam and was surprisingly motionless. Using it to his advantage, Sam moved in and worked to get them both undressed all while pinning Dean beneath him. Now, all of Dean’s movement equated to wriggling and arching. Sam was pleased with this new version, it led to constant friction on his dick. Grasping both of Dean’s wrists, Sam used his free hand to surround both of their cocks. Dean, just reaching the peak of his sugar high, writhed sending pleasure tingles and streaks through them both. Panting, Sam held a still as possible letting Dean expend all of his energy to get them both to completion.

Sun, 03 May 2009 23:32:02 GMT

I have the ideas for both of my WIP's, but I am lacking the drive to write. So I am going to give this a try.

The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing from me. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level.

I write Supernatural, so request anything from there. I am also willing to branch out into Leverage, Merlin, QAF, Smallville, CWRPS, and Firefly (if its gen). Everything else you can almost guarantee to be slashy.

Wed, 29 Apr 2009 02:17:20 GMT

Title: A Hard Man is Good to Find
Characters: John/Dean/Eliot
A/N: Two porn ficlettes that I wrote over at

comment_fic , they kinda work together as one. Maybe one of these days I'll round up all the others I've writen and post them here.

Eliot stumbles through the hotel door, the bear of a man he picked up at the bar close behind. He stops in surprise when he notices the other man in the room. The man sitting in one of the tables chairs, hands cuffed to the chair, blindfold sitting partially crooked but still effectively covering his eyes and gagged.

"Dean," the bear growled behind him, "I brought someone to play. You should see him. Short, but thick with muscle. He could put up a pretty good fight. But you're not going to fight, are you?" The growl in his ear made Eliot shiver with desire. "'Cause you want what I'm gonna give you."

One large hand wrapped into his hair and walked him towards the bound man. Another hand grasped both wrists behind his back and forced Eliot to his knees. "I'm gonna give you my sons cock to play with while I pound your pretty ass. Now, take it out."

Eliot leaned forward, working against the hold in his hair to use teeth and tongue to open the jeans. Once it was free, Eliot took a second to lick his lips and was pulled back moments before he could take it into his mouth.

"You didn't think it would be that easy, did you? Prove to me that you want it." Eliot looked up to the face of the bound man. His lips were slightly parted, panting with need. Eliot looked back at the cock twitching just out of reach and he did want it.

"I want it."

"Is that right. Why don't I believe you."

"Please, I do."

"Then take it." Eliot leaned forward ans was stopped short by the hold in his hair, around his wrists. "Must not want it that bad."

"No. No, I do." Eliot strained, knees digging into the threadbare carpet. He could see it, practically feel it. He gave a hard lunge, using everything he had and felt himself in a controlled fall. He impaled his mouth on the cock so deep he felt the tip slam into his throat. He moaned in surprise and victory.

"Good boy." Eliot heard a zipper working behind him. "You enjoy your treat," the head of a thick cock teased at his opening, "while I have my fun back here." Eliot moaned again as he was impaled again. The thick cock forcing its way into Eliot's unprepared ass.

"Dean, you really should see how pretty he is." The holds in his hair and around his wrists never let up, using the grip to pull him back and forth over the two cocks, his own ignored within the confines of his jeans.

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Eliot can see himself in the mirror. Himself and the man who picked him up at the bar. So far, he has only been referred to as "Dad." "Dean" is indecently sprawled in the chair watching as Dad winds the lengths of rope around Eliot. It is looped around his chest binding his upper arms. They make a cross-section of his pecs, emphasizing the musculature. Eliot has been carefully observing Dad work the rope, looking for that one slightly misplaced loop that will allow him a chance at release if this goes foul. The man is very good with knots.

"Dude, you about done wrapping him up." Dean asks indolently. It had been quickly established that while Dean may have some control over Eliot, Dad had the power over them both.

There's a few more quick flips of the tail end of the rope. "All yours." Dad steps back and settles on the edge of one of the beds as Dean stand up and saunters closer. Eliot is momentarily dismayed. This was the first he had seen Dean standing. He towers over Eliot and is quick to push the advantage.

Dean leans in close and palms Eliot's pecs, slowly kneading the muscle. Eliot tries not too, but cannot stop from leaning into the touch. Eliot has a moments regret when he sees Dean's pleased smirk but is distracted by the fist bouncing off his chest. It was just enough to make it sting. Eliot raises an eyebrow, intending to ask just what he though he was doing when he did it again, and again. Dean alternates quick punches and slaps bringing the blood to the surface and making the skin tender and sensitive.

It is not until Dean stops that Eliot thinks to question why he was standing there, taking it. Sure his arms are bound but his feet are free. He could kick out, or walk away. Instead he was moaning and grunting, anticipating the moment when a stray blow would land on his nipples sending shock waves to his dick.

"What the hell," Eliot rasps. Dean lands a blow on his stomach and Eliot has to brace for the barrage. Each hit makes his stomach tense and flex. His dick sways as his muscles become rock hard and intensifies his arousal.

"Jesus, Dad. Look at him. I don't think he knew about this little kink." Dean wraps fingers in Eliot's hair and forces him to bend over, his ass pointing at Dad. "Think we should get out the paddle," Dean asked while giving Eliot's ass a solid wallop. He rises to his toes to keep his balance and sends his nerves into paroxysms of need.

"No, no paddle. Bring him here." Dean guides Eliot to lay over Dad's lap, never releasing his hold on his hair or allowing him to stand upright. When Eliot feels the denim clad thigh pressed against his cock, he gives in and ruts against it. A sharp jerk on his hair bends his head back, back arching to relieve the strain.

"Can't have you doing that." Dean's face is too close for Eliot to focus on all the features. All he can see are hazel irises, little flecks of gold making them seem green. The mishmash of colors holds his attention; so different from the solid bright blue that he sees in the mirror every day. However, they are not enough to distract him from the feel of more rope. This length wrapped around his cock and balls, holding him tight and down. Holding him away from any solid surface that would allow him release.

Eliot cannot help the gasp that escapes as reality sinks in. It must have been the opening Dean was waiting for because his face leans closer and his mouth settles firm and demanding over Eliot's. Eliot is enjoying a good tongue fucking when Dad's broad palm lands on his ass, hard and jolting.