Felisblanco The Doors of Time Extra (pdf)

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knuckles over Jared s cheek.
Jared frowns. Oh? Why?
Because in my dream you walked away.
Jared looks at him, like he doesn t quite know what to say. Then he rolls his eyes and leans
over, giving Jensen a quick kiss on the nose. Your head is a stupid place sometimes, he
tells him with a smile.
Jensen can t really argue with that but he gives Jared a small glare just the same. Which
would have been a lot more impressive if he hadn t yawned at the same time. Jared grins and
calls him an old man then snuggles down, one arm around Jensen s waist and a long leg
thrown over his. Jensen closes his eyes.
He dreams of a desolate graveyard and Jared by his side, clasping his hand so tight it hurts.
The ground is covered in red and yellow leaves and somewhere far away a raven croaks. The
air smells of winter and Jensen s heart feels as heavy as a stone. He looks up at Jared and
Jared smiles sadly down at him. Jensen opens his mouth, about to ask, Was it me? Did
I& ? when he sees the specks of grey at Jared s temple. He blinks, confused, and looks back
down at the headstone in front of him. Oh. Oh!
A smile breaks out on his face and the cemetery is instantly bathed in sunlight. Jared looks at
him surprised but he s never been able to resist Jensen s smile and soon he s smiling back, if
a little bemused. He puts his arm around Jensen s shoulders and pulls him in, burying his
nose in Jensen s hair and murmuring something Jensen can t quite hear. It doesn t really
matter; he ll get another chance to listen in about fifteen years.
He turns away from the quartz spattered granite headstone glittering in the sunlight and
together they walk through the cemetery, to wherever they live now. He ll probably wake up
before they get there but that s all right. It s no fun knowing everything that lies ahead.
Guess he should call his mother. In a day or two. Or possibly twelve, that sounds like an
appropriate amount of time. She has fifteen years left to get to know him, a few days waiting
won t hurt. Petty as it is, he figures it s her turn.
We should call the guys, he says. Invite them over for dinner. Have a few drinks.
Jared looks at him, frowning a little. Now? he says carefully. You know they re...
When I wake up, Jensen hastens to clarify before Jared lets something slip they shouldn t
know.
For a moment Jared looks confused but then his face brightens and he smiles. Please tell me
I m still young and pretty, he jokes, fingers coming up to touch the burst of grey at his
temple.
Jensen laughs. He stops and tugs at Jared s hand, until he s facing him, the cold breeze
blushing his cheeks pink. Jared s eyes are still as brilliant, his smile just as beautiful. You ll
always be young and pretty to me, Jensen says softly, reaching up to palm Jared s cheek.
They re still kissing when Jensen wakes up.
fin
Welcome To Where Time Stands Still
Timestamp. Takes place approx 18 months after the epilogue. Jensen's past catches up with him.
Jensen? Jensen. I want you to meet someone.
Jensen slowly opens his eyes, blinking up at the shadow silhuetted against the grey light from
the windows. Tall, broad-shouldered, shaggy hair. Jensen breathes out.
Jensen? Jensen, this is...
Jared, he thinks. He s smiling even if his face stays blank. It doesn t matter, Jared will
know. Jared always knows.
I ll leave you to get to know each other. Jensen?
He nods. The shadow comes closer, the shy steps of a young man not yet grown. Has it really
been that long? Is he really that tall already? Because it s not a shimmer, there are no
shimmers in here. No colors, no music, no... weirdness. It s just this. Sitting. Waiting. Hoping
for someone to come. His mom or his dad... No, not his dad. His dad is dead. That s what she
said. You killed him, didn t you? You killed him! Slapping his blank face so hard the sound
echoed through the room. He hadn t felt anything. Not the sting from her palm, not the heat
in his cheek, no tears in his eyes. No grief.
Jensen? You alright? Jensen? Hey...
A hand on his arm. Then the solid pressure of a body sitting next to his, arm around him, [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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