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FIC: Going Home, Jensen/Misha, PG-13
Title: Going Home
Author: CloudyJenn
Fandom: Spn RPS
Pairings: Jensen/Misha
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 786
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Warnings: Total AU
Summary: Jensen wants to take Misha home to meet his parents. Misha is probably more nervous than the occasion warrants.
Author's Notes: This was originally posted as a twitfic a billion years ago. Anyway, it makes me smile, so I thought I'd post it. Enjoy!
Jensen first notices that Misha's acting weird when they wake up that morning. While Misha is conscientious about dental hygiene, it usually doesn't take him fifteen minutes of repetitive brushing while staring sightlessly into the mirror to get his teeth clean.
"You okay?"
Misha startles and swallows more toothpaste than is probably healthy.
"Yeah," he grunts in his gruff manly 'don't look at me while I'm being vulnerable' voice. Which makes Jensen sling an arm around his chest and kiss the back of his neck.
"Whatever you say."
It has to be about the meeting, Jensen decides. He's pretty nervous himself, but for different reasons. He knows his parents will love Misha. But taking Misha home is pretty much like putting his heart on a platter and holding it out for his whole family to see.
Misha's nerves don't get any better through breakfast or packing up the car with their luggage. He cuts up a banana for Jensen, even though he knows Jensen hates them before eating a whole bowl of cornflakes, which is food he hates. He doesn't glance at the news, which he usually watches with attention to detail that worries Jensen and when they get into the car, he puts it in drive instead of reverse and nearly plunges the car through the back of the garage.
Jensen makes them switch seats after that. Misha stares quietly out the window all the way to the airport. Jensen's stomach gets tighter and tighter as time passes. Being nervous is one thing. Misha's acting like he's full of dread.
"Hey," Jensen says after he parks the car in the lot where it'll stay till they return from Texas. Misha lets out a long sigh before turning to face him. His blue eyes, usually so bright with good humor, are hooded and dark with worry.
"You don't have to do this, you know," Jensen says.
He didn't think it was too fast. They'd been together for over year. Just moved into the same home last month. It's past time really, so Misha's reaction is scaring Jensen.
"No, but we do," Misha says. He grabs Jensen's hand. "I mean, I want to, okay? So let's go."
It's not very reassuring, but Jensen has little choice. They cart their luggage into the airport and start the long process of making it to the terminal. It's almost an hour and a half before they find their way into the waiting area outside the plane and another half an hour till they board.
Thank goodness Misha splurged on first class tickets.
Thank goodness Misha makes an obscene amount of money at his publishing company.
"Have I told you lately that I only love you for your money?" Jensen says as he sinks down into his wide plush chair and groans happily.
Misha doesn't even bother to respond.
Jensen frowns at him. Normally, after a comment like that, Misha would say he only loved Jensen for his amazing blowjobs or sweet ass or something equally sexually harassing. But this time, he just stares ahead, fingers white on his armrests and jaw clenched tight.
He's trembling faintly.
"Oh my god, it's the airplane, isn't it?"
Jensen feels like a monumental idiot. Since when was Misha afraid of meeting someone? Misha could charm wallpaper off the damn walls.
"You're scared of flying."
The way Misha's cheek ticks gives Jensen his answer.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"What good would it have done?" Misha says through his gritted teeth. "Would you suggest we walk to Texas?"
"No, but..."
Jensen turns all the way in his seat and lays his hands over Misha's fist. "Hey, look at me."
There's no way for Misha not to respond to that soft sweet tone of Jensen's and Jensen knows it. He smiles when he finally sees those pretty blues resting on his face.
"We can get off the plane right now," he says. "We can fly my parents here."
That finally earns him Misha's first smile of the day. An incredulous smile, but a smile nonetheless.
"You're just...I don't know." Misha turns his hand over and grasps Jensen's rather hard. "I'm writing a book on love and all the stories are about you."
Jensen grins and looks away. Only Misha could say things like that and not sound ridiculous.
"Well, I'm just saying, we could," he murmurs.
"No because you grew up in Texas and if I don't see it, you'll have to keep it to yourself and I'm a greedy bastard," Misha says.
"Okay, but..." Jensen turns back to him and squeezes his hand. "It's going to be okay. I'm here, so..."
"You'll keep the plane in the sky with your magic powers?"
Jensen grins. "Yeah."
Author: CloudyJenn
Fandom: Spn RPS
Pairings: Jensen/Misha
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 786
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Warnings: Total AU
Summary: Jensen wants to take Misha home to meet his parents. Misha is probably more nervous than the occasion warrants.
Author's Notes: This was originally posted as a twitfic a billion years ago. Anyway, it makes me smile, so I thought I'd post it. Enjoy!
Jensen first notices that Misha's acting weird when they wake up that morning. While Misha is conscientious about dental hygiene, it usually doesn't take him fifteen minutes of repetitive brushing while staring sightlessly into the mirror to get his teeth clean.
"You okay?"
Misha startles and swallows more toothpaste than is probably healthy.
"Yeah," he grunts in his gruff manly 'don't look at me while I'm being vulnerable' voice. Which makes Jensen sling an arm around his chest and kiss the back of his neck.
"Whatever you say."
It has to be about the meeting, Jensen decides. He's pretty nervous himself, but for different reasons. He knows his parents will love Misha. But taking Misha home is pretty much like putting his heart on a platter and holding it out for his whole family to see.
Misha's nerves don't get any better through breakfast or packing up the car with their luggage. He cuts up a banana for Jensen, even though he knows Jensen hates them before eating a whole bowl of cornflakes, which is food he hates. He doesn't glance at the news, which he usually watches with attention to detail that worries Jensen and when they get into the car, he puts it in drive instead of reverse and nearly plunges the car through the back of the garage.
Jensen makes them switch seats after that. Misha stares quietly out the window all the way to the airport. Jensen's stomach gets tighter and tighter as time passes. Being nervous is one thing. Misha's acting like he's full of dread.
"Hey," Jensen says after he parks the car in the lot where it'll stay till they return from Texas. Misha lets out a long sigh before turning to face him. His blue eyes, usually so bright with good humor, are hooded and dark with worry.
"You don't have to do this, you know," Jensen says.
He didn't think it was too fast. They'd been together for over year. Just moved into the same home last month. It's past time really, so Misha's reaction is scaring Jensen.
"No, but we do," Misha says. He grabs Jensen's hand. "I mean, I want to, okay? So let's go."
It's not very reassuring, but Jensen has little choice. They cart their luggage into the airport and start the long process of making it to the terminal. It's almost an hour and a half before they find their way into the waiting area outside the plane and another half an hour till they board.
Thank goodness Misha splurged on first class tickets.
Thank goodness Misha makes an obscene amount of money at his publishing company.
"Have I told you lately that I only love you for your money?" Jensen says as he sinks down into his wide plush chair and groans happily.
Misha doesn't even bother to respond.
Jensen frowns at him. Normally, after a comment like that, Misha would say he only loved Jensen for his amazing blowjobs or sweet ass or something equally sexually harassing. But this time, he just stares ahead, fingers white on his armrests and jaw clenched tight.
He's trembling faintly.
"Oh my god, it's the airplane, isn't it?"
Jensen feels like a monumental idiot. Since when was Misha afraid of meeting someone? Misha could charm wallpaper off the damn walls.
"You're scared of flying."
The way Misha's cheek ticks gives Jensen his answer.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"What good would it have done?" Misha says through his gritted teeth. "Would you suggest we walk to Texas?"
"No, but..."
Jensen turns all the way in his seat and lays his hands over Misha's fist. "Hey, look at me."
There's no way for Misha not to respond to that soft sweet tone of Jensen's and Jensen knows it. He smiles when he finally sees those pretty blues resting on his face.
"We can get off the plane right now," he says. "We can fly my parents here."
That finally earns him Misha's first smile of the day. An incredulous smile, but a smile nonetheless.
"You're just...I don't know." Misha turns his hand over and grasps Jensen's rather hard. "I'm writing a book on love and all the stories are about you."
Jensen grins and looks away. Only Misha could say things like that and not sound ridiculous.
"Well, I'm just saying, we could," he murmurs.
"No because you grew up in Texas and if I don't see it, you'll have to keep it to yourself and I'm a greedy bastard," Misha says.
"Okay, but..." Jensen turns back to him and squeezes his hand. "It's going to be okay. I'm here, so..."
"You'll keep the plane in the sky with your magic powers?"
Jensen grins. "Yeah."