Long Way Home, CWrps, JA/JP, PG-13
Title: Long Way Home
Fandom: CWrps
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating/Warnings: PG-13. Threats, abuse (non-sexual), off-camera parent deaths.
Length: ~29,000 words
Disclaimer: Clearly, this never happened, but just in case you're confused, nope, I don't know anything about anybody.
Notes/Thanks: Written for the 2010
j2_everafter challenge, riffing off of Candleshoe. Thanks to
tassoss for cheerleading me through the rough draft;
hurricanemegan for telling me it held together; and
pensnest for Brit-picking. Serious editing handled (as always) by the ever-patient and -excellent
without_me. And of course, much love to
withdiamonds who traipsed around Disney World with me, plotting stories for prompts we didn't get. Next time!
Also posted to AOOO, starting here.
Summary: All Jared had to do was get in, find the treasure, and get out before everybody figured out the scam. Simple. Yeah, right.
Prologue
September, 1986
Later, they would call it one of the worst freeway accidents Los Angeles had seen. Three tractor trailers jack-knifed; a dozen cars twisted and crumpled, all but unrecognizable; dozens more totalled; traffic snarled for miles in both directions. Helicopters circled overhead, whipping the smoke that poured from the worst of the cars into a fog that drifted over everything. Emergency-band radios blared non-stop with calls for metal cutters and chemical packs and EMTs right the fuck now.
In the confusion, it was easy for the little boy, cut from the back of a destroyed Mercedes sedan while the firefighters worked to get to his parents, to run from the noise and the smoke and the heat, to tumble down the hill on the side of the freeway and run and run until he found someplace safe and quiet to hide himself away.
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Prologue | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Epilogue
Fandom: CWrps
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating/Warnings: PG-13. Threats, abuse (non-sexual), off-camera parent deaths.
Length: ~29,000 words
Disclaimer: Clearly, this never happened, but just in case you're confused, nope, I don't know anything about anybody.
Notes/Thanks: Written for the 2010
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Also posted to AOOO, starting here.
Summary: All Jared had to do was get in, find the treasure, and get out before everybody figured out the scam. Simple. Yeah, right.
September, 1986
Later, they would call it one of the worst freeway accidents Los Angeles had seen. Three tractor trailers jack-knifed; a dozen cars twisted and crumpled, all but unrecognizable; dozens more totalled; traffic snarled for miles in both directions. Helicopters circled overhead, whipping the smoke that poured from the worst of the cars into a fog that drifted over everything. Emergency-band radios blared non-stop with calls for metal cutters and chemical packs and EMTs right the fuck now.
In the confusion, it was easy for the little boy, cut from the back of a destroyed Mercedes sedan while the firefighters worked to get to his parents, to run from the noise and the smoke and the heat, to tumble down the hill on the side of the freeway and run and run until he found someplace safe and quiet to hide himself away.
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Prologue | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Epilogue
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