magser | Someone Else's Life

Title:Someone Elses Life
Chapter: 4/?
Wordcount: 2,341
Characters, Pairing: Jared/Jensen, Chad, Sandy, Chris, Steve/Sophia, Patrick Dempsey, Robert Wisdom, David Boreanaz, mentions of Jared/omc; Jensen/ David .
Summary:Jared Padalecki is a young man living hand to mouth, trying to save the only two friends he has in the world. Jensen ackles is a man with a broken heart and dented pride, and enters Jareds life long enough to leave him with a drawing and a dream of what Jared could have had. When one of Jareds friends dies tragically, Jared is left with no choice but to run, and ends up living a life that isnt his, a life that he can never have. What happens when Jensen finds Jared living in the house meant for the fiance that broke his heart, and can they come to an arrangement that suits them both?
Auhors note: Banner with thanks to

imogen_lily .
Warning:There is suicide in this chapter.

Chapter 3

A week later and Jared was back to pretending. His chin was up and life carried on. He was back at work at the bar/restaurant, and he had heard from Tony about how Jensen had come in to apologise. That had surprised Jared. It wasn’t often someone did that. No one ever came back to say they were sorry, hadn’t in a long time. Every time his mind wandered to the surprise of Jensen seeking him out to apologise, his mind wandered back to Edward, the only other person who ever had sought him out and he couldn’t go there. So he put all thoughts of both to the back of his mind and carried on.

Sunday found him lying in his bed in his apartment, Sandy’s small body wrapped around his. There were only two beds in the apartment, and therefore more often than not he found a small body wrapping itself around him in the early hours of the morning when Sandy returned home. Sometimes she crawled in with Chad, but they loved to argue about Jared having the better body to cuddle up to and Jared was a natural cuddler. It was early afternoon when he woke, he had worked very late the night before and wasn’t due in until evening so he was in no hurry to leave the warmth of the bed.

Sighing as he came to full wakefulness, he smiled down at the little scowl that crossed Sandy’s feature when he moved onto his back. She slept on however and Jared lay still for a few moments longer, just relishing the quiet and the knowledge that both his friends were here and safe and he could go to work knowing they were safe. A loud snore from the other bed had him rolling his eyes, but he couldn’t help the smile that crossed his features. God his life was fucked up on so many levels, when he was lying in bed on a Sunday morning smiling because his drug addict friend and his prostitute buddy were all safe and sound.

He grew restless eventually though and moved to crawl out of bed and into a shower. He needed to get ready for work, ready to face a world he was no longer even remotely interested in. But these guys needed him and here he would stay for as long as they did. He left Sandy sleeping and spent the next fifteen minutes cursing his way through a cold shower (no way was he approaching Robert to get it sorted!). A half an hour later saw him standing in their tiny kitchen savouring a coffee with an hour to spare before he had to leave, whistling a random tune as he prepared a fresh pot of coffee before the other two joined him. He wondered what had caused his good mood, he guessed it was the two hundred dollars he had made last night, but whatever it was, he had a wide grin on his face for Sandy when she emerged some twenty minutes later.

“Hey Sand!” He couldn’t help the affectionate grin as she stumbled in his direction sleepily and wrapped her tiny arms about his waist as if trying to snuggle back to sleep where they stood.

“Come on, I got fresh coffee.” He kissed the top of her head and handed her a hot mug and watched over the rim of his with a small smile on his face as she slowly came awake. As she sat herself down on one of the two stools at the table and gratefully sipped, Jared was able to watch her unobserved. This was usually about the only time he was able to see how she was doing, usually she was so defensive when he scrutinised her, looking to make sure she wasn’t on deaths door or something. Today she looked good. Her skin was still pale and grey looking, but the bags under her eyes weren’t as prominent and with her hair tied back off her face you wouldn’t even see how dead and lifeless it was.

God he had begged and pleaded with her to get some help. He had even gone with her to a local clinic to talk about making that first step, but, that’s as far as she ever got. Within days she was back on the hard stuff and Jared was back to worrying himself sick. Pulling himself out of morbid thoughts he wasn’t going to think today, he smiled over at Sandy and watched an answering smile break out on her face, before something he couldn’t define flashed in her eyes and she looked ready to cry. Before he could ask what was up though she had put the cup down, kissed his cheek and ran for a shower. Jared thought about chasing her down and dragging whatever it was out of her but put it down to just one of Sandy’s moods.

The arrival of a very dishevelled Chad, erased all thoughts from his mind and pretty soon the kitchen was filled with the noise of laughter as he told a particularly funny story about one of his clients the night before. He was still chuckling some time later as he went to pick up his jacket to leave. He had told Chad he would be finished early, he was only going in for a few hours and he would bring Chinese and they would eat and drink some cheap wine. He was in a good place in his head as he headed for the door and tonight they would sit out n the roof and eat and hopefully get pleasantly drunk.

He had one hand on the door when Sandy rushed from the bedroom, dressed carelessly in one of Jared’s shirts.

“Jared!”

Jared turned a little surprised to hear such urgency in her voice and was startled when she flung herself into his arms and held on.

“Hey, hey Sand, what’s wrong honey? You ok? Talk to me sweetheart...”

But all she did was bury herself deeper into his arms and clung for dear life for a moment longer before letting go and stepping back, trying to smile but it wasn’t reaching her eyes.

“Sandy? You’re scaring me honey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing I just...god...Jared I just, I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I know I put you through a lot, we both do and...I’m just...I’m so sorry Jared. Please, just believe I’m so fucking sorry?”

Jared stood staring in surprise at the tears in Sandy’s eyes as her voice broke on her last words. Reaching for her once more he pulled her into a hug squeezing her tightly and whispering softly into her hair, “I love you Sandy.” He set her down and she smiled through tears and tried for a joke.

“Good now get out of here, I want to go back and hog the bed while I have the chance!”

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For once Robert didn’t move to intercept Jared as he came down the stairs and left the building. He didn’t miss the look of apprehension on the young beauties face before he slipped out into the late afternoon sun with an audible sigh of relief. Today, Robert was content to watch from a distance. Because today he knew, Jared was his. He could bide his time now. It would all fall into place soon enough, and he would have Jared here, with him. He licked his lips absentmindedly as he watched Jared’s progress up the street. Watched the easy way he held that huge body of his. The effortless way he moved as if he weren’t six foot plus of muscle. He smiled to himself at the though of finally, finally getting his hands on that body. He had eluded him long enough and last night....he smiled wider, last night a deal had been struck.....Jared was now bought and paid for.

Jared was his, and pretty soon, he would know it. ‘Cause Robert never failed to collect a debt, and this one, he would take great pleasure in collecting. The fact that Jared had no idea that he had been offered as payment was neither here nor there, he would be made aware soon enough.

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Jared made his way back from the Chinese; food tucked under one arm and a couple of bottles of cheap red wine safely under the other. He felt lighter than he had in months, he had a great day. Granted he had taken longer at work than he had originally intended but Patrick had been pissed after Jared had publicly turned the tables on him after he had made yet another oh so tiring move on Jared. So he had been forced to work an extra three hours. But even that hadn’t killed his mood, ‘cause those three hours extra had proved very productive and a flash of the eyes and a showing of the dimples here and there and his pockets were now lined once again with a couple hundred dollars. This month’s rent was almost taken care of. That meant Chad could take a night off and relax with him, it was all good.

He was humming as he entered the building, faltering slightly as he passed Roberts apartment, but it all seemed quiet. Out beating the crap of some poor victim he guessed, he shook his head refusing to let Robert dampen his good mood and hurried on. Usually he grumbled his way up the stairs after a day running around Patrick’s place but tonight he even managed two steps at a time, looking forward to sitting out on the rooftop with his two friends and just forgetting their life for a while.

He struggled with his keys and ended up putting the bags on the ground beside him to open the door, wondering absently why Chad or Sandy hadn’t come to open it for him. Chad had promised him they would both be there. Picking up the bag he entered the dimly lit apartment and dropped his purchases on the table.

“Guys!”

He called out as he began to take out the food and opening cartons. No answer. Jared frowned. If those fuckers had gotten a head start on him with alcohol he didn’t know about, he was kicking their asses.

“Chad? Sand? Come on dudes! Foods here, It’s gonna get cold!”

Nothing.

Shaking off an uneasy feeling as just his normal overprotective self, he moved through the tiny apartment.

“Guys?”

He was standing at the bedroom door, about to push it in when he heard it.

A muffled sob, coming from the bathroom.

This time he was unable to suppress the cold chill that spread through his body and he forced his body forward and across the hall. Softly pushing in the door that was slightly ajar, Jared stopped dead .

No.

Oh god no. Oh Jesus please god no....

Chad sat with his back to the wall, rocking and sobbing quietly, Sandy’s tiny frame was almost swallowed by the tight hold he had on her and blood covered them both.

Without even realising, he moved and knelt on the floor, hands outstretched, hovering over Chad and Sandy as he sat still rocking, not acknowledging his presence. Shock and horror held tears at bay as his body shut down and his brain froze. No....dear god, no, no,no.

“Chad?”

Chad raised his head and his tear streaked face held a plea for understanding.

“Jared, I didn’t....she, she said she was tired...I didn’t know...I didn’t think to check on her....she said she was going to sleep...Jared...Jared please....help her?”

Finally moving and taking Sandy from Chad’s now outstretched arms as he pleaded for his friend to fix this, Jared gently pushed Sandy’s hair off of her face. She was pale, whiter than usual, almost no colour at all. She still wore his shirt, her thin tiny body almost lost in it. But it was ruined now, he would never get the blood out, and it was covered in blood. Trust Sandy to use his shirt to bloody up. Her wrists were slashed and a razor lay discarded over by the sink. Jesus he was never gonna get the stains off the floor, what was she thinking?

He didn’t see Chad move. He completely ignored the paramedics that arrived some twenty minutes later. He just sat in the middle of the floor, talking to Sandy, telling her how fucking hard it was going to be to get this place cleaned up. How he was never gonna let her wear his shirts again if she insisted on ruining them like this. And how in the name of Christ was he going to explain the ruined work clothes huh? Like Patrick was going to understand that he had been too busy trying to keep her alive. Did she realise the amount of work Patrick was going to have him do to make up for it?

Her face was wet. How was her face all wet? While the medics tried to talk him into letting her go, Jared absently wiped the moisture off her face, but it wouldn’t stop coming. Drop after drop after drop fell onto her beautiful face. Was there a leak in the fucking roof? Damned if he was going to ask Robert to fix it. Sandy would do it, Sandy wasn’t afraid of Robert like he was, she would talk to him. Sandy was shifted in his arms and he growled and clung tighter as another medic talked softly to Jared, trying to explain that he had to let her go now. They couldn’t do anything until he let her go. Five minutes passed before they managed to pry her from his arms and he watched from his position on the floor as the medics worked.

“Her face is all wet, you better wipe her face, and she won’t like it that it’s all wet...”

There must be a leak in the roof, had to be...it wasn’t his day to cry....

So they weren’t his tears.

Chapter 5

Current Mood: calm

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pippii.livejournal.com

Hey there, off to read;)

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blackpanther07.livejournal.com

Oh shit! first she sells Jared to Robert and then she kills herself, you know that kind of pisses me off, her need to get high was stronger than her love for Jared and now he will have to pay the price and Robert will deffinantly collect and it won't be in a nice way. More plez!

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blackpanther07.livejournal.com

*hugz* Poor Jared. I absolutly love it:)

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anifsemaj.livejournal.com

*waah*sniff* *needs a tissue*

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