Cheyenne

Aug. 1st, 2009 03:11 am
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Title: Cheyenne
Chapter: 1/?
Characters: Jared, Jensen, Chris and a few others I am probably gonna throw into the mix.
Rating: pg.13 for now
Summary: An actor looking to hide, a quaint cabin by a beautiful lake and an old ghost story.....
Warnings: Hmmmm, angst? Oh yeah angst with a little dash of Angst! You know me guys! But trust me, I havent let you down yet!
Disclaimer: Unfortunately neither of these guys belong to me....I tried...but....they werent having any of it.
Authors note: Firstly I want to thank my wonderful new beta [livejournal.com profile] chrysrocks  who is just wonderful! [livejournal.com profile] garvaldmains  without whom I would not be here, she is my rock and my inspiration and understands and pushes and bullies and cheers me on and lord I couldnt write if i didnt have her to talk to about it. Finally [livejournal.com profile] kes1807 cause she is simply the best, always reads over what I have and always encourages and I love her!
I will post a chapter a week, that I promise.



“Wyoming?” 

Jensen sighed into the phone, and waited for Chris to continue.

“Seriously dude? Wyoming?”

Jensen sighed again, “Yes, Wyoming, Cheyenne to be exact, and no I’m not losing my mind, I need to get away.”

“Yeah but.....Wyoming?”

“What the fuck is wrong with Wyoming? “

“There is nothing wrong with Wyoming! Hell, Cheyenne is a great city, been there a couple times myself for the rodeos, but it isn’t someplace I would have thought you’d be interested in going.”

“Exactly Chris. That’s exactly why I want to go there. I found a neat little cabin near the water, no one will bother me. Hell, no one would ever think to look for me there. It’s just what I need. I just...Jesus Chris it’s all blown to hell. I’ve been outed to the fucking world by my own stupidity. My agent wants to kill me, my Mom has been sobbing on the phone at every opportunity...I just...I need to get the hell away for a while, at least until things die down a bit, and then I can come back and talk to whoever the fuck wants to talk to me.”

“Ok, ok dude, I got it, ok...you’re probably right, but...you sure leaving now is the right thing? Maybe you should square your shoulders, and just face it?”

Jensen fought off the panic he could feel threatening to take over, the panic that had been on the rise since the media had released the pictures, those stupid goddamn pictures of him and Tom. He was getting an ulcer but Tom loved it. He should, the bastard was making money hand over fist selling his story, and those fucking pictures of them together, to the highest bidder.  Jesus, the guys had warned him about getting involved with Tom. They told him time and again how vindictive the asshole was, but Jensen hadn’t listened. Tom seemed perfect at the time. He was sexy, tall, and strong; Jensen just wanted to have a little fun. He’d thought that was Tom wanted too

Jensen had been sadly mistaken.

Tom hadn’t taken it well when Jensen called him to his plush L.A.  home and ended their relationship. Jensen hadn’t been alarmed that’s how it usually went when these things happened. People got upset and said stuff, and then they got over it. Jensen thought that was the end of it, and he’d been stunned, when not two days later, pictures of them together were plastered over every newspaper and T.V. station. Those pictures had been accompanied by images of Tom’s ‘heartbroken’ face, as he told the story of the big Hollywood star that had carelessly used him, and then thrown him out when he was done.

That wasn’t what happened, but the media ate it up. They weren’t interested in the truth. They wanted the big story, the lies about what an asshole he was, and how he had gone to great lengths to hide the fact that he was gay. They eagerly embraced Tom’s lie about how Jensen had threatened him with violence if he ever told anyone Jensen’s secret.

Jensen screwed his eyes closed, and took a couple of deep breaths, “I can’t, not yet Chris, Tom told all those fucking lies and nobody’s interested in the truth, not yet. The only thing he said that was the truth is that I’m gay, the rest....all lies Chris and I can’t...I just can’t deal with it right now.”

“Alright man, I got it. Just at least give me a number I can contact you, ok? An address? You want me to come with?”

Jensen smiled for the first time since calling Chris, “Thanks man, I’m ok. I think some alone time is what I need right now. I will call you guys and you can come up when it’s settled ok? Just, right now, I need to be alone to lick my wounds, and feel sorry for myself.”

Chris chuckled, but when he spoke again his concern for his friend was evident in his voice, “Ok man, just...call me ok? You need anything you call me, alright?”

“I will Chris....thank you.”

“That’s what I’m here for dude! Now go on then....go lick your wounds and hurry back, you hear?”

Jensen hung up the phone a couple of minutes later already feeling lighter; leaving was the right thing to do. He wasn’t an A lister, but his career was on the edge of taking off. He believed he’d been one good script away from being right up there, and then he’d blown it by getting involved with someone like Tom. He needed to give the media time to find someone else to hound, someone else to talk about, and he would come back to pick up the pieces and try to carry on.

So Cheyenne it was; it was a great city, with awesome sights and great rodeo and bull riding competitions. Jenson wasn’t interested in any of the tourist attractions; he just wanted somewhere to go where he wouldn’t be bothered. He had seen a brochure thrown carelessly in Chris’ apartment about the rodeos, and on impulse he had gone online and found an out of the way cabin for rent.  He didn’t care if he didn’t see anyone while he was there, in fact that was just the way he wanted it.

The next day he left for Cheyenne.

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Jensen clutched the steering wheel and stared out the window of his truck. He was trying to decide if he was horrified or captivated by the sight of the little cabin facing him. Now he understood the look of glee on the realtor’s face as he had handed over the keys and instructions on how to get there, along with the assurance that he’d had a maid service out there the day before. The realtor told Jensen he’d arranged for the cupboards to be stocked, and had grinned widely when Jensen looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

Jensen should have guessed then, but he was anxious to get started hiding and he had left without asking questions. He stopped off at a local grocery story to pick up some essentials. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust the realtor; he just wasn’t willing to trust that someone else had stocked his precious coffee. The look of fascination on the face of the boy at the checkout hadn’t bothered him, being a semi-famous actor it happened. It was when Jensen told him where he was headed and the kid grinned and called an elderly man over to tell him where Jensen was going that he realised something was not right. It was the look of awe, mixed in with a little ‘are you out of your friggin mind?’ on the old man’s face that had brought him up short.

Now looking out the window at the cabin, Jensen remembered how the old man had seemed to take great pleasure telling him in his gruff old man’s voice about the haunted cabin and the stretch of water that it was built beside. What was it he said? Something about a grieving lover and a suicide? Jensen snorted; he had heard better stories from struggling writers in L.A., never mind an old man trying to scare a newbie. Jensen didn’t have time for shit like that. What he saw in front of him was a rustic looking cabin that had been quaint in its day, but was sorrowfully neglected.

It was obvious that an effort to clean up had been made after he’d agreed to sign a lease. The wanna be yard was over grown and little attempt had been made to clear it. The cabin was isolated, not only by distance from others in the area but also by the trees surrounding it, lending an air of ‘keep away’ to the sad looking place.  A window had been left open to let in some air, and as Jensen got out of the truck, keys in hand, and slowly headed inside he couldn’t help but think that as neglected as the place was he liked it. He liked it a lot.

Jensen walked through the small cabin, taking it all in, the front door opened to a small but cosy living room, an average size kitchen was built off of it, the modern equipment looked out of place in the rustic setting. The bathroom and bedroom were at the back of the cabin. It was clean, but the recent cleaning didn’t mask the scent of a house shut up for too long. Jensen opened the front door wide to let in some more air, while he got his bags from the truck. As he took his time unpacking and looking around, checking out cupboards and nooks and crannies, Jensen couldn’t help thinking about the old man’s tale.

It had been disjointed and scrappy, but he had been going for effect rather than quality. Telling Jensen about the cries in the dead of night, the heartbroken wails, and the sound of the door crashing open before the figure of a man was seen by the water’s edge and then walking into the water never to be seen again. He’d gone on about how it was impossible for the owners to rent the place out. No one wanted to stay there when they heard those stories.  Jensen smiled as he remembered, if they wanted to scare him, they would be waiting awhile, he had never believed that supernatural nonsense. Living in L.A. he had seen firsthand some of the stunts people pulled to get their point across, that alone was enough to cement the fact that he believed such things were nothing more than colourful stories and overactive imaginations. Sure, the cabin wasn’t as glamorous as the ones he had seen up the road, but that didn’t bother him. He had what he wanted peace and silence; if the stories kept busybodies away, that was just fine with him.

Sitting out on the makeshift deck in the front of the house that night as the sun went down, Jensen nursed the beer in his hand and watched the hypnotic movement of the water so close to the cabin. It was beautiful, almost haunting, and sitting there alone, with his legs stretched out in front of him; Jensen knew he could really get used to the place. It was perfect.

For the first time since everything had all blown up in his face, Jensen felt at peace.

He felt like he had come home.

                                            *******************

He was here.

He felt his presence before the truck pulled up outside his house.

He watched as the beautiful man explored his home, and he was captivated by the little smile on his face as he did so.

He watched as he put away every piece of clothing from his bags.

He felt a buzz of excitement as he continued to watch the man make himself at home, as he sat outside in the cooling evening air.

This beautiful man would help him, he could feel it. He would make it better; he would take away the gut wrenching grief he had felt ever since his love left him. Even in death he hadn’t been able to find him.

This man would help him; he could feel the presence of his love in this man.

He had waited for so long, and finally he was here. He was here and he couldn’t contain the rush of joy that bubbled at the thought of seeing his love again.

Bill....his beautiful rugged Irishman....so broken and battered and he had left thinking those awful thoughts.

He felt the grief creep up and take hold again and he started to cry, silently at first but emotion overwhelmed him and he sobbed. He needed his love, he was sorry and he wanted him back. He forgot about the presence of the other man as his grief took over, just like it did every night.

Just like it had every night for the last two hundred years.

He didn’t even notice the beautiful mans frown when his sobs got loud enough for a human to hear. He forgot about the man’s existence as his need, sorrow and grief took over. He doubled over clutching his head, his shaggy hair falling in disarray on his face as he sobbed.

He didn’t see the frown on the other man’s face as he sat tense and silent in the dark night, listening to sobbing that he couldn’t place.

He couldn’t take anymore, and he ran down the path to the water’s edge, just like he did every night, falling to his knees lost in pain and remorse.

Finally pulling himself to his feet he walked with an eerie calm, straight into the water.

Tonight, tonight maybe he would find him, tonight maybe he would be with him again, for he couldn’t stay here alone, he couldn’t go on without him.

Tonight he would find his Bill and be at peace again, just like it was meant to be.

 

 


chapter 2

Date: 2009-08-01 03:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] white-monarch.livejournal.com
ooh! This is really great! Love the point of view of the ghost. I so was not expecting that. You painted some beautiful scenes here. I'm excited for more.

Date: 2009-08-01 03:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] magser.livejournal.com
Wow thank you so much!
This is quite a different story for me so it all feels new!

Date: 2009-08-01 03:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] maria9631.livejournal.com
This is such a great beginning. I cant wait for more.
Poor Ghost my heart breaks for him, I hope Jensen can help him!

Date: 2009-08-01 12:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] magser.livejournal.com
Hey you!
I hope so too!
Thank you so much!

Date: 2009-08-01 03:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blackpanther07.livejournal.com
Brilliant start! Am deffinantly looking forward to seeing where you take this.

Date: 2009-08-01 12:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] magser.livejournal.com
Yay, Thank you so much!
I'm excited as to where I might take this too!

Date: 2009-08-01 05:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amtamburo.livejournal.com
Loving this already, hun! Looking forward to seeing where you take this one! :)

Date: 2009-08-01 12:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] magser.livejournal.com
Hey you!!
Thank you!!
I am kinda excited about this one, even though its harder to write than any of the others, I just want to get it right!
So glad you're here!

Date: 2009-08-01 05:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jade02.livejournal.com
Your stories never disappoint and I know this won't either. I have to leave now, but I will be back soon to read....

Date: 2009-08-01 12:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] magser.livejournal.com
Hey babe!!
Looking forward to what you make of this!

Date: 2009-08-01 07:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] garvaldmains.livejournal.com
Jumps up and down...

*hugs* xxxxxx

Date: 2009-08-01 12:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] magser.livejournal.com
Di!!!!!!!!! I did it!
I got ch 1 up here....kinda exciting huh?
Thank you for yesterday! Wouldnt have done it without you!
*hugs*

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Date: 2009-08-01 12:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] magser.livejournal.com
Wow....good wow? bad wow?
Thank you for being here!

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Date: 2009-08-01 08:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] superkika-84.livejournal.com
YAY! *clapping and smiling like the cat in your icon*
You're back! I missed you!
This start is so great!! I can't wait for more...
Hugs
kika

Date: 2009-08-01 12:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] magser.livejournal.com
Thank you hun!
I missed you guys too!
Thank you for being here babe!

Date: 2009-08-01 09:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ruben-c83.livejournal.com
I really like where this is heading. Can't wait for more!

Date: 2009-08-01 12:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] magser.livejournal.com
Yay, thank you!

Date: 2009-08-01 10:18 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] ysbail.livejournal.com
Fantastic start

Date: 2009-08-01 12:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] magser.livejournal.com
Squee! Thanks hun! I needed to hear that, I'm nervous about this one!

Date: 2009-08-01 11:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pollyspn.livejournal.com

Wow Mag, I loved the beginning of the story ..

It was a very good point of view of the ghost.

You know that I'll gonna read with gladly every word written here, isn't it?

I hope (and I know what this will happen *smiles*)Jensen will to help this poor suffering soul.

Now I wonder where Jared will go enter in history .. Hum .. I'm waiting anxiously!!

Brazilian hugs for you hon!

Date: 2009-08-01 12:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] magser.livejournal.com
Hey Polly!
Thanks sweetheart!

Date: 2009-08-01 11:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chrysrocks.livejournal.com
Yay! I was so happy to see you got your story posted. It looks wonderful. It's such a great idea. I can't wait to see where you go with it. I love working on this with you mags!

Date: 2009-08-01 12:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] magser.livejournal.com
Oh honey I am so excited that you are here and helping, it makes me feel so much better! I'm just so excited to be learning more!

Date: 2009-08-01 11:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 120cassie.livejournal.com
WOW.. That was beautiful.. I liked how I was drawn straight into the story and was disappointed when i came to the end.. Some beautiful idyllic scenes there of the little cabin.. Some gutwrenching scenes of Jared's pain and sorrow..

Looking forward to more even though I HATE reading WIPs.. I'm so impatient :) And I HATE to hear Jared's pain - I'm too much of a Jared girl.

Hugs
Julie

Date: 2009-08-01 12:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] magser.livejournal.com
Thank you so very much!
It's kind of a first from me cause I usually concentrate on character, but now Ive just written what I saw in my mind of what the cabin and the lake would look like.
Poor Jared......hopefully Jensen can help.
I am very humbled that you are breaking your rule for this one, I hope I won't dissappoint! But I promise I will update at least once a week, and I always upon always finish a story.
And Yay for us Jared girls!

Date: 2009-08-01 01:29 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] macbyrne.livejournal.com
I need more of this; is the one you were basing on the Garth Brooks song?? I'm absolutely intrigued!

Date: 2009-08-03 07:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] magser.livejournal.com
Hi!Yes this I got this bunny from the Garth Brooks song "Beaches of Cheyenne"
I have a habit of getting these from country songs!
Thanks for being here!

Date: 2009-08-01 03:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] la-bellavita.livejournal.com
yay a new story from you !!!!! yay!!! so awesome cant' wait for more.

Date: 2009-08-03 07:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] magser.livejournal.com
Thank you so much!

Date: 2009-08-01 04:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sn-143sn.livejournal.com
N'awww this has already hooked me. Love the story's premise
looking forward to more soon

Date: 2009-08-03 07:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] magser.livejournal.com
Thank you! There will be more I promise!

Date: 2009-08-01 06:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kes1807.livejournal.com
Great start, I love your descriptions of the lake, made me feel like I was sitting there too. Looking forward to more and seeing where you take this.

*hugs*

Date: 2009-08-01 10:21 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] angels3.livejournal.com
Haughting start. Can't wait for more.

Date: 2009-08-03 07:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] magser.livejournal.com
Thank you sweetheart! There is more to come!

Date: 2009-08-02 06:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dserene1.livejournal.com
Consider me hooked!

Date: 2009-08-03 07:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] magser.livejournal.com
Yay!!!
Thank you!

Date: 2009-08-02 11:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alena2b.livejournal.com
wow! awesome hun! can't wait for more!

Date: 2009-08-03 07:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] magser.livejournal.com
Yay you're here!
wait....did you get lost?

Date: 2009-08-02 06:02 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Wonderful start!!! This looks like it's going to be a great read. I can't wait for more!

Date: 2009-08-03 07:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] magser.livejournal.com
Thank you!
I hope it will be a great read!

Date: 2009-08-09 11:57 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] babycin.livejournal.com
Ohhhhhhhhhhh awesome start!! I'm in late sorry
*runs to the 2nd*

Date: 2009-09-04 05:43 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Finally I am getting a chance to catch up on this story. I’m starting to think it’s haunted though cos every time I go to read it the phone rings or the doorbell.
What an intriguing beginning. I love ghost stories. One of my favourite romance writers does alot of them and the time travel ones, which I love even more.
Can’t wait to see how you do this. jen

Date: 2009-09-05 03:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] magser.livejournal.com
You made it!!
My fics just dont feel complete till my annonymous friend makes it on here!

Date: 2010-04-25 08:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gunznammo2.livejournal.com
You've hit a couple of happy favorites in my Supernatural fic. Cabins and hauntings are a great start. Add JENSEN and (soon, hopefully ) JARED and I feel blissed out. Thank you, hon. Off to read more. :)

Date: 2010-04-25 08:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] magser.livejournal.com
Yay thank you!!
I got a message today that ch 4 was missing so I had to report, but I think its ok now!
I look forward to more hearing what you think!

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