FIC: Playing Doctor, Jensen/Misha, PG-13
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cloudy_ficTitle: Playing Doctor
Author: CloudyJenn
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Pairings: Jensen/Misha
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 937
Story Number: This is Fic #3.
Disclaimer: These people do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Warnings: Real Person Slash and unapologetic fluff
Summary: Misha suffers an on-the-job injury.
Author's Notes: This story was written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
schmoop_bingo for the prompt, "injury-minor."
It’s a good week before Jensen can convince himself to take that extra time for himself during Misha's lessons. It's not like music class is his only chance to be around Misha. He's not exactly sure what they're doing, whether they're dating or supposed to be exclusive already or whatever, but they'd spent two evenings together that week. One evening out at a film Misha ripped to shreds during the dinner that followed and another evening in, supposedly watching a DVR'd collection of Jensen's latest TV shows, but really talking about nothing important in between long bouts of kissing.
So, he doesn't have to worry that watching Misha teach the kids how to play their recorders will be the only time he sees him. But it's hard to tear himself away from the spectacle of Misha's teaching style. He vacillates between moments of great passion and inspiration, which Jensen privately terms Misha's "O Captain, My Captain" mask and moments of making fun of the kids. Not cruelly, of course, but gentle teasing that makes the kids laugh and Jensen smile like a dope at Misha's back.
Still, recorders.
On the Monday following Misha's introduction into his life, Jensen decides he's had enough. The combination of his hatred for recorders and his guilt at leaving Jared hanging for so long has Jensen waiting at the door for Misha to arrive so he can escape down the hall.
"Is this the gauntlet?" Misha asks as he passes Jensen on his way into the classroom.
Jensen is sorely tempted to smack his ass, but doesn't want to risk the pandemonium if the kids see it.
"Nope, I'm leaving," he says. "They're all yours."
He skips out the door and towards Jared's classroom, smiling to himself as he hears Misha say something about 'Mr. Ackles abandoning us, so we'll have to have a lot of fun to punish him.' Jared looks surprised to see Jensen duck into his classroom.
"Doth mine eyes deceive me?" Jared asks, pressing the back of his hand on his forehead as if in shock. “Is that really Jensen Ackles walking through my door?”
Jensen does smack Jared's ass, but that's only because his classroom is already empty and they have a habit of doing these things to each other. They slip out to the smoker's area, though Jared doesn't smoke and Jensen only does occasionally, and commandeer one of the concrete tables provided for the teachers' apparent discomfort. Jensen isn't bothered by it though because Jared brought a paper football. They spend the next forty-five minutes trying to flick it through each other's hand goal posts.
When he returns to his classroom, the kids are in an apparent uproar. Mandy Simmons is rifling through the back closet while Danielle Mathers stands at her side whispering furiously. Most of the class is half out of their desks, peering up at the front while a small knot of students cluster around Misha.
"What's going on?"
Stephen Cho looks at Jensen with big concerned eyes and says, "Mr. Collins is bleeding!"
In his rational mind, Jensen knows the situation is well under control. The kids are excited because anything different and involving blood is cause for agitation. Misha is standing under his own power, so he's obviously not badly hurt.
It doesn't stop the sick swoop in Jensen's stomach or the flutter of worry in his chest.
"What happened?"
Jensen plows through the students up to Misha, who's pressing his dark green tie against his palm. Without thinking, Jensen tugs Misha's good hand away from the injured one. He carefully peels the tie back and hisses a little when he sees the small, but deep cut across the very center of Misha's palm.
"What did you do?"
"Oh, it was my stupid metronome," Misha complains, sounding more annoyed than pained. "I guess the thing broke in my bag and the pieces turned into jagged instruments of death."
"He shoved his hand into the bag and then said a bad word," Clay Whitley says helpfully as Mandy and Danielle deliver the first aid kit they'd finally found. "But it's okay because my dad said people can't help it sometimes when they hurt themselves."
Jensen raises an eyebrow at Misha, who very deliberately doesn't meet his eyes. The smile threatening the corners of Jensen's mouth is not easily quelled. He can't begin to imagine which colorful phrase Misha chose.
"Alright, well, everything will be okay. Everyone go line up for lunch. I'll take care of Mr. Collins," Jensen says.
The kids obey with some reluctance, muttering quietly and staring up at Jensen and Misha, but the anticipation of lunch steals their attention when the aide arrives to take them away. As soon as they gone, Misha smirks at Jensen.
"If you wanted to play doctor..."
"Shut up," Jensen says absently. He cradles Misha's hand, brushing his fingers over the smooth unmarred skin around the cut. Misha's sharp intake of breath brings Jensen back to the present. "You should be more careful."
"Yes, Mr. Ackles," Misha says as Jensen begins cleaning the cut.
He doesn't like the little pained face Misha makes when Jensen swabs peroxide over the wound. So much so that Jensen can't help leaning over to kiss it away, half his focus on Misha's soft lips and half on making sure he doesn't unnecessarily jostle Misha's hand between them.
"My doctors are usually so much more professional than this," Misha murmurs against Jensen's mouth.
"Can't say I'm upset about that," Jensen says with a smile.
It turns out he's sort of hoping they're going to be exclusive after all.
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Author: CloudyJenn
Fandom: Supernatural RPS
Pairings: Jensen/Misha
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 937
Story Number: This is Fic #3.
Disclaimer: These people do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Warnings: Real Person Slash and unapologetic fluff
Summary: Misha suffers an on-the-job injury.
Author's Notes: This story was written for
schmoop_bingo for the prompt, "injury-minor."It’s a good week before Jensen can convince himself to take that extra time for himself during Misha's lessons. It's not like music class is his only chance to be around Misha. He's not exactly sure what they're doing, whether they're dating or supposed to be exclusive already or whatever, but they'd spent two evenings together that week. One evening out at a film Misha ripped to shreds during the dinner that followed and another evening in, supposedly watching a DVR'd collection of Jensen's latest TV shows, but really talking about nothing important in between long bouts of kissing.
So, he doesn't have to worry that watching Misha teach the kids how to play their recorders will be the only time he sees him. But it's hard to tear himself away from the spectacle of Misha's teaching style. He vacillates between moments of great passion and inspiration, which Jensen privately terms Misha's "O Captain, My Captain" mask and moments of making fun of the kids. Not cruelly, of course, but gentle teasing that makes the kids laugh and Jensen smile like a dope at Misha's back.
Still, recorders.
On the Monday following Misha's introduction into his life, Jensen decides he's had enough. The combination of his hatred for recorders and his guilt at leaving Jared hanging for so long has Jensen waiting at the door for Misha to arrive so he can escape down the hall.
"Is this the gauntlet?" Misha asks as he passes Jensen on his way into the classroom.
Jensen is sorely tempted to smack his ass, but doesn't want to risk the pandemonium if the kids see it.
"Nope, I'm leaving," he says. "They're all yours."
He skips out the door and towards Jared's classroom, smiling to himself as he hears Misha say something about 'Mr. Ackles abandoning us, so we'll have to have a lot of fun to punish him.' Jared looks surprised to see Jensen duck into his classroom.
"Doth mine eyes deceive me?" Jared asks, pressing the back of his hand on his forehead as if in shock. “Is that really Jensen Ackles walking through my door?”
Jensen does smack Jared's ass, but that's only because his classroom is already empty and they have a habit of doing these things to each other. They slip out to the smoker's area, though Jared doesn't smoke and Jensen only does occasionally, and commandeer one of the concrete tables provided for the teachers' apparent discomfort. Jensen isn't bothered by it though because Jared brought a paper football. They spend the next forty-five minutes trying to flick it through each other's hand goal posts.
When he returns to his classroom, the kids are in an apparent uproar. Mandy Simmons is rifling through the back closet while Danielle Mathers stands at her side whispering furiously. Most of the class is half out of their desks, peering up at the front while a small knot of students cluster around Misha.
"What's going on?"
Stephen Cho looks at Jensen with big concerned eyes and says, "Mr. Collins is bleeding!"
In his rational mind, Jensen knows the situation is well under control. The kids are excited because anything different and involving blood is cause for agitation. Misha is standing under his own power, so he's obviously not badly hurt.
It doesn't stop the sick swoop in Jensen's stomach or the flutter of worry in his chest.
"What happened?"
Jensen plows through the students up to Misha, who's pressing his dark green tie against his palm. Without thinking, Jensen tugs Misha's good hand away from the injured one. He carefully peels the tie back and hisses a little when he sees the small, but deep cut across the very center of Misha's palm.
"What did you do?"
"Oh, it was my stupid metronome," Misha complains, sounding more annoyed than pained. "I guess the thing broke in my bag and the pieces turned into jagged instruments of death."
"He shoved his hand into the bag and then said a bad word," Clay Whitley says helpfully as Mandy and Danielle deliver the first aid kit they'd finally found. "But it's okay because my dad said people can't help it sometimes when they hurt themselves."
Jensen raises an eyebrow at Misha, who very deliberately doesn't meet his eyes. The smile threatening the corners of Jensen's mouth is not easily quelled. He can't begin to imagine which colorful phrase Misha chose.
"Alright, well, everything will be okay. Everyone go line up for lunch. I'll take care of Mr. Collins," Jensen says.
The kids obey with some reluctance, muttering quietly and staring up at Jensen and Misha, but the anticipation of lunch steals their attention when the aide arrives to take them away. As soon as they gone, Misha smirks at Jensen.
"If you wanted to play doctor..."
"Shut up," Jensen says absently. He cradles Misha's hand, brushing his fingers over the smooth unmarred skin around the cut. Misha's sharp intake of breath brings Jensen back to the present. "You should be more careful."
"Yes, Mr. Ackles," Misha says as Jensen begins cleaning the cut.
He doesn't like the little pained face Misha makes when Jensen swabs peroxide over the wound. So much so that Jensen can't help leaning over to kiss it away, half his focus on Misha's soft lips and half on making sure he doesn't unnecessarily jostle Misha's hand between them.
"My doctors are usually so much more professional than this," Misha murmurs against Jensen's mouth.
"Can't say I'm upset about that," Jensen says with a smile.
It turns out he's sort of hoping they're going to be exclusive after all.
Next Story
