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01 July 2008 @ 02:55 pm
Irish AU Fic: Steal Away - part 4/?  
Title: Steal Away (4/?)
Author: fallonblackdays
Characters/Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles; Steve Carlson/Christian Kane; appearances by Sandy McCoy, Chad Lindberg, Jeffrey Dean Morgan
Disclaimers: It’s all pretending, folks. We don’t own these people, they own themselves, and we sure don’t claim to know any of them. None of this ever happened.
Thanks: to jelloh0530, for the amazing prompt: I love you woman!! ♥ To my sparkly baby [Unknown LJ tag] and the awesome eilan for the support and beta job.
Warnings: AU
Summary: Roundstone, County Galway, Ireland, 1905. Jensen never quite experienced the true feeling of belonging, at least until "the kid from Dublin" comes into the village, and into his life. (yes, I suck at summaries, so what??)

Previous chapters:

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three





“What possessed you?!”

Jensen sighs. He really wishes that he could roll his eyes, but he knows that it wouldn’t be the smartest move to try and placate Sandy. She’s been holding back all evening, merely contenting herself with a few dirty looks shot in his direction here and there, but now that the pub’s closed and all the patrons are gone, there’s no restraining her. He can’t say that he’s surprised.

“Really, Jensen, you could have waited for me.”

Jensen stifles a moan. Not all the patrons are gone.

“Chad, do me a favour, drink your pint and keep your mouth shut.”

Chad gives him a grin and toasts him, and Jensen wonders once again why do they let him stay after closing time.

“He went too far,” he justifies himself for the umpteenth time that night.

Sandy scoffs, throwing her mug on the counter and planting her hands on her hips to glare at him. The posture reminds him so much of Mr. Morgan that Jensen wonders if maybe she isn’t really his biological daughter.

“Keith always goes too far, Jensen, always, but you never do!” she cries. “You never hit him before!”

“I beg to differ,” Chad supplies helpfully once again. “When he was fourteen and he had just moved here –”

Thank you, Chad,” Jensen cuts him off with a glare.

Sandy stares at the both of them for a moment with an eyebrow raised before she decides to discard the information and rounds back on him.

“What did he do?” she demands. “What can he possibly have said that was worse than what he usually does?”

Jensen shrugs. “He was provoking Jared.”

Chad’s grin gets broader then, knowing even. The bastard.

“So that’s what it was about? You were defending Jared?”

Sandy positively gapes at him.

“Jensen?” she calls after a moment. “Is that what happened?”

“So what if it is?” he challenges, lifting his chin defiantly.

Sandy snorts in disbelief.
“You finally hit Keith Finningan because of someone that you don’t even know?”

“He deserved it.”

Chris speaks up before Jensen has the chance to say anything else, and all eyes snap over to him. He has kept quiet throughout the whole exchange, and Jensen is quite surprised to hear him take up his defence, especially after all the nasty looks he has given him during the night.

Sandy sighs in obvious frustration.
“That’s not the point. It was stupid. I mean, we all have seen Jared; does he look like he cannot defend himself?”

“And that is not the point,” Jensen says, meeting Sandy’s reproachful eyes straight on for the first time since she has started yelling at him.

“Then what is? Explain it to me, Jensen, because I really can’t see it! Now Mr. Finningan will – ”

“I don’t care!” Jensen finally snaps back, fists curled tight around the edge of the counter. They don’t get it. They never will. “Jared needed someone to stand up for him. I’d do it again, and I couldn’t care less about what Mr. Finningan will do.”

“Why?” Sandy snaps back. “Jared’s a grown-up, he doesn’t need – ”

“You don’t know how it feels! You were born in this damn place! You don’t know what it’s like!”

An eerie, stunned silence follows his outburst. Chad takes a long swig of his beer, unflappable as ever; Chris is staring at him as if he’s trying to gauge his thoughts just by looking; and Sandy’s anger has been replaced by confusion.

“What are you talking about?”

Her voice is gentle now, but Jensen doesn’t care. He can feel his own shoulders pull with both new and residual tension under his shirt.

“Forget it,” he says curtly, and then strides out of the pub before anyone can even attempt to stop him.

Chad shakes his head at the bemused expressions that Jensen’s departure has left on Chris and Sandy’s faces.

“I love you both dearly,” he announces, “but dear God, can you be slow.”

+++

'They don’t understand.'

Jensen says it to himself over and over as he tries to walk off his frustration by roaming the dark, silent streets of the village. He’s like a shadow, and the thought brings a bittersweet smile to his lips. There was a time when he used to be a shadow even in daylight; sometimes he still is.

That is what strangers are to these people; someone to either overlook or study with superior wariness, in turn. There is no way to become a real member of the community without being a native, no matter how many years pass.

Jensen has given up on that sense of belonging a long time ago. He’s not even sure that he wants it anymore, but he sure could do without the whispers that even today float behind his back.
Chris and Sandy don’t know how it feels to be a shadow in Roundstone, and so they will never quite understand why he stood up for Jared the way he did.

There’s a sudden noise behind him, and Jensen spins around, squinting to try and make out the shape standing in the darkness of a street corner.

“Don’t you know that it’s dangerous to walk around in the dark?”

He relaxes as soon as he hears the familiar voice.
“Oh, it’s you. I thought maybe it was –”

“Keith.” There’s a somewhat pleased grin over Steve’s lips when he steps out and under the pale moonlight. “I hear that you weren’t quite willing to put up with his shite tonight.”

Jensen frowns. “How do you – ”

“Word travels fast,” Steve says, grin widening. “Christian.”

Of course. Christian. Jensen really shouldn’t be surprised.

“It really is dangerous to go about without a light,” Steve speaks again after a moment. “Especially after pissing off someone like Keith Finningan.”

Jensen shrugs. “He’s too cowardly to come after me.”

“Possibly,” Steve concedes.

“And I can take care of myself.”

“Obviously.”

Jensen turns around. He manages to take only two steps before he’s slammed forcefully against the nearest wall, one arm twisted behind his back, effectively preventing him to move any further.

“Do you see my point now?” Steve says, releasing him as fast as he had grabbed him.

Jensen spins back towards him, his punch swinging on instinct. Steve blocks it easily.

“You have to think before you threaten someone, Jensen,” the Traveller says calmly. “Keith didn’t come after you tonight, but if he did, it could have ended badly. Don’t make the mistake of thinking of him as harmless only because he’s a coward; cowardly people are the most dangerous.”

“So what was I supposed to do?” Jensen says, jaw clenching as he lowers his arm back at his side. “Let him get away with it?”

Steve shrugs. “Jared looks like he could have handled it; if not this time, maybe the next.”

“You don’t – ” Jensen stops. Steve doesn’t say or do anything; he doesn’t arch a blond eyebrow in challenge or glares warningly at him. He merely stares, and Jensen clamps his mouth shut. He knows Steve is well aware of what he has about to say, and he also knows that he can’t say it, not to him.

You don’t understand.

Except that Steve does, because “different” is another forbidden word in this guarded, closed-off place, and Steve is as different as they come. He looks so peaceful and at ease in his own skin that sometimes Jensen forgets. Maybe they could be friends, if Chris wasn’t so intent on getting himself lynched because of him.

Jensen takes a deep breath. “I’m sorry,” he offers quietly.

Steve smiles. “I understand why you did it,” he says, and Jensen suddenly feels like an even bigger of an idiot. “I probably would have done the same.”

Jensen frowns. “Then why – ”

“I don’t have to live here, Jensen,” Steve interrupts him gently. “I can afford to piss them off,” he says with a small grin.

Jensen finds himself grinning back despite everything.

“They’re going to make it hell for him,” he says after a moment. “I know it.”

Steve sighs a little.
“Then help him out. But let him fight his own fights, it’s the only way he can earn their respect.”

Jensen knows that Steve is right, so he nods. “Yeah. All right.”

Steve gives his back a pat. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Jensen doesn’t say anything as he watches him walk away into the night. He’s surprised at how Steve’s words are clinging to him and echoing into his ears, but then again he probably shouldn’t be; outcasts speak to outcasts.

+++

Keith may be a coward, but he seems to at least be true to his word, because the next morning, 8 o’clock sharp, Jonathan Finningan walks into the pub. His black, elegant staff thumps authoritatively over the wooden boards of the floor as he advances with superior dignity, his long elegant coat flapping around him.

Chris wants to throw up.

“Good morning, Christian,” the man greets with detached politeness.

Chris forces out a smile. He can’t afford to piss him off, God knows Jensen has done a good enough job of it as it is.
“Good morning, sir.”

“Is Jensen around? I need to talk to him.”

A really good job of it.

“No, sir, he will be in a little late this morning.”

Mr. Finningan leans his hip against the counter, a posture that irritates Chris like no other and that Keith has obviously picked up from his father.
“And why is that, pray tell?”

Chris wants to tell the old bastard that Jensen’s whereabouts are no concern of his, but he knows only too well that he can’t do it. Still, he also can’t tell him that it’s because Chad has convinced Jeffrey to give Jensen a few hours off so that he could cool off properly (he still suspects that Jeffrey never needed any convincing to begin with and had been putting up the stern act just to pull their chain).

He’s still trying to come up with an answer when the door opens and Steve walks in, blond hair slightly tussled by the wind that’s blowing outside, eyes of a darker shade of blue than usual (has Chris mentioned how Steve’s eyes change with the weather?), a dazzling smile plastered on his face.

Perfect. Now that Steve’s there, looking like that, Chris knows that he has no chance of keeping his head on straight and focus on the matter at hand.

“Good morning, Christian,” Steve greets cheerfully as he walks up to the counter. “Good morning, Jonathan.”

Titles don’t exist to Steve, and Chris has to fight off a grin as a corner of Mr. Finningan’s mouth twitches in barely restrained annoyance.

“Good morning, Steve,” the man grinds out.

“Can I have a coffee, please?”

Chris is already brewing some when Steve asks.

“Black,” he grins, and when Steve smiles back in that quiet way of his, Chris’ stomach flutters.

“Black,” Steve confirms with a nod. “What brings you here so early?” he then asks conversationally.

Mr. Finningan is clearly put out at being questioned by a Traveller, but he answers anyway.

“I need to speak to young Mr. Ackles, but apparently he’s not here at the moment. Christian was just about to tell me why.” His dark eyes bore into Chris as he speaks, searching for that excuse that Chris is still trying to come up with.

“Well, Jensen is a very busy young man,” Steve says, nodding his thanks as he’s presented with a steaming cup of coffee. “I’m sure you will find him here later today.”

Mr. Finningan straightens up further, looking for all the world like a black cock ruffling his feathers, his coat rustling indignantly about his figure.

“I’d very much like to get this out of the way as soon as possible, as I am a very busy man myself.”

“Which is exactly why I’m surprised to see you here,” Steve replies without missing a beat. “I would have thought you already at work.”

Mr. Finningan presses his lips together in a thin, white line that clearly speaks of mounting anger and that Chris knows for a fact doesn’t affect Steve in the slightest.

“There are some events that took place and that I wish to discuss.”

And still, for all his irritation at Steve ignoring the laws of social politics, Jonathan Finningan keeps answering his questions. Chris knows why that is; Steve just can’t be ignored, not even by a powerful man such as this one.

“Ah, yes,” Steve says, taking a long sip of coffee, “I hear things got a bit heated here last night.”

“I suppose everyone’s heard,” Mr. Finningan huffs.

“Well, yes. But you needn’t worry, none’s reputation is in any danger. Lads will be lads, right?”

Chris has no idea of where Steve is going with this, but he’s more than content to let him handle it while he plots his own personal revenge on Jensen for getting them all in such a spot.

“Are you implying that my son’s reputation could be in danger for brawling with a barman?”

“Not at all.” Steve smiles and raises one hand in surrender. “Are you?” he asks candidly, and Chris almost sends the pile of plates that he’s carrying crashing to the floor.

“I will not discuss my son or his actions with a nomad.”

Mr. Finningan has clearly had enough, but fact is, so has Chris. He spins around so fast that he ends up knocking out the salt shaker, salt spilling all over the counter (Sandy is going to have a fit and cry out about upcoming years of misfortune as soon as she sees it).

“Mr. Finningan, I do not believe that is a word that you should be using.”

Steve flashes him a smile.
“It’s all right, Christian. After all, it’s what I am.”

“Exactly,” Mr. Finningan spits. “And I will not discuss such matters with someone who has no notion of how the civil world works.”

Steve arches an eyebrow. “Indeed.”

Chris is seeing red by now. Suddenly every purpose of revenge towards Jensen disappears from his mind; if this is what his friend has felt the night before, he can’t really blame him.

“Mr. Finningan, I suggest that you tone it down.”

Mr. Finningan regards him with a cold, calculating stare; like a snake eyeing a mouse. Chris can’t say that he likes it, but he’s not about to back down now.

“Are you really telling me how I should be talking? Do I need to remind you who it is that you’re speaking to?”

Chris’ jaw twitches. “Sir, I don’t really - ”

“Ah, Jonathan.”

Jeffrey picks that exact moment to show off his impeccable timing and appear on the staircase.

“I thought I heard a familiar voice.” He takes the last steps and walks up with his hand extended. “Fancy having you here.”

Mr. Finningan looks down at the outstretched palm and then back up at Jeffrey, making no attempt at a handshake. Chris feels like groaning. Open hostility. It never sits well with his boss.

“You should keep your employees in check, Jeffrey.”

Jeff lets his hand fall back to his side with a deliberate movement.
“I beg your pardon?”

“They do not know how to treat certain figures.”

The way the Finningan’s talk about themselves unfailingly makes Chris feel sick. He shoots a look at Steve, who winks at him in return, and he can’t help but giving a small smile at that.

“What happened?” Jeffrey demands.

“He was insulting - ”

“Nothing happened,” Steve speaks calmly as he cuts him off, but it still stings. Chris looks uncomprehendingly at him, but Steve’s gaze is fixed on Jeffrey.

“Yes, I’m sure they could learn to handle certain matters better than this,” Jeffrey concedes. “Then again, Jonathan, you must remember that the person behind the counter is the one who dictates the rules.”

Chris doesn’t know whether to grin smugly or be very, very worried. He can see that something’s going on, but what that something is, he does not know. Jeffrey and Mr. Finningan are clearly studying each other. It feels like a duel, and Chris has no idea what they’re duelling for.

“Do we really want to discuss authority, Jeffrey?” Mr. Finningan says now. “I trust not.”

Jeffrey cocks his head to the side and smiles. “Like I told your boy last night, Jonathan, this pub has no other owner than me. I therefore believe that no authority is needed.”

Mr. Finningan straightens up further. Jeffrey, of course, isn’t intimidated in the least, but Chris can smell trouble brewing.

“Chris, would you go and buy some more coffee? We’re running out.”

Chris blinks. “But Jensen has just - ”

“I’ll come, too. I need to get something myself.”

Chris stares at Steve hesitantly, but he eventually gives up with a sigh.
“Fine.” He disappears into the back room to get some money from the pub’s fund. He’s about to head back when a warm hand’s pressed over his shoulder.

“Come on. Let’s use the back door.”

“But why do we have to leave?”

Steve chuckles as he shoves him gently towards the exit.
“Me, I don’t have to. You’re the one that Jeffrey wants to get rid of.”

Why?

Steve rolls his eyes at him. “Jesus, Christian, move it. I’ll explain later.”

Chris takes a calming breath. He hates being kept in the dark almost as much as he hates Mr. Finningan & son themselves. But it’s Steve’s hand on the small of his back, so he eventually gives in and lets himself being led away.

+++

They don’t buy coffee in the end. They bypass Mrs. Murphy’s shop and its windows displaying sugar and honey and head straight for Bertraghboy Bay. It’s fishing season, and all the ships have already left except for a few unused currachs.

Water sloshes lazily against the slightly muddy shore, the wind tossing around grass and seaweeds alike. There’s no one around, the silence utter and slightly surreal. Chris thinks it’s beautiful. He sits down on the stone wall of the bay and breathes in a lungful of salty air.

He snaps out of it only when Steve settles himself next to him and starts to tune his guitar. Chris knows that he has to act quick before he starts playing and gets lost in that world that Steve goes to whenever he plays; there where none can reach him.

“So will you tell me why you and Jeffrey wouldn’t let me stand up to the bastard?”

Steve doesn’t look up from the strings as he answers. “You don’t need that sort of trouble.”

“And you do?”

“I know how to handle it. So does Jeff.”

Chris snorts. “I know how to handle it, too. Need I to remind you that I’ve been dealing with Mr. Finningan and his shit for years?”

“You wouldn’t know how to dodge a bullet of his,” Steve says with a kind smile that for the first time since Chris can remember actually infuriates him. “You wouldn’t see it coming.”

“What are you talking about?” There is something that Chris can’t stand, not even from Steve, and that is being treated like a kid.

Steve looks up at him then, studying him carefully. “How many bullets has he shot back at the pub?”

Chris frowns. “Uh... He... he was trying to provoke me, but...”

“Christian, he was threatening you.”

Chris stares. He tries to think back on the whole conversation, but comes up empty-handed. He has heard insults, he has heard anger; but he hasn’t heard threats.

“He wasn’t asking where Jensen was, he was demanding it,” Steve says again, and Chris exhales in frustration.

“Aye, I got that.”

“Well then you should also know that when Jonathan Finningan demands, you either give him what he wants or you’re in deep shit.”

Chris rolls his eyes. “Oh, for God’s sake, he’s just a politician.”

Steve laughs, a sort of hollow, bitter sound that for some reason sends a chill down Chris’ spine.
“There’s no such thing as just a politician. Keep it in mind. They can make your life hell.”

“I just...” Chris has the feeling that the ground is slowly slipping from underneath his feet, and he’s not enjoying it in the slightest. “I just don’t get why it’s so important. Jen was rash, but - ”

“See, Christian, the point is,” Steve begins quietly, “that no matter how small a politician is, he will always think of himself as much bigger. And in a village like this, he actually is big. He’s the centre of Roundstone’s political and social life. Whether you like it or not, if you screw with him, you screw with the biggest authority around here, possibly even with the whole community on some matters.”

Chris sighs. He thinks he gets it, but it still sounds like the stupidest thing ever. “It was just a brawl.”

Steve smiles. “I know. I don’t understand the fuss, either. But he wouldn’t keep his authority if he let it pass without speaking.”

Chris nods, thinking it over for a few moments. “What about Jeff? Will he get in trouble?”

“I’d like to see Jonathan Finningan try to take down Jeffrey Dean Morgan,” Steve grins.

Chris gives him a small, relieved smile back. He knows that what Steve is really saying is that Jeff has some ace up his sleeve; he also knows that Steve won’t tell him what that is, so he doesn’t ask. There’s another question running around his mind though, something that he can actually afford to voice.

“Was he threatening you, too?”

Steve looks surprised for a moment, but then he chuckles. “How could he threaten me? I don’t even live here.”

Chris shrugs. “You were in the way, too.”

Steve scratches his stubbled cheek thoughtfully. “True. But trust me, Christian, he couldn’t threaten me.”

Chris narrows his eyes. He replays it all in his head again, from the moment in which Steve has walked into the pub to the time when he shoved him out. Realisation hits him so fast and hard that his head almost spins with it. Mr. Finningan hadn’t engaged into conversation with Steve despite being fiercely annoyed by it because of Steve’s insistence or charisma; he did it because he had no say in the matter. He did it because he couldn’t afford not to.

“Are you implying that my son’s reputation could be in danger for brawling with a barman?”

“Not at all. Are you?”


Chris can feel his own eyes widen with something very close to shock.
You were threatening him!”

All the response he gets is a dazzling grin before Steve goes back to focus on his guitar.

“Steve!” Chris cries. “You were -”

“Yes, Christian, I was,” Steve cuts him off patiently.

“With what?” Chris really can’t fathom what a Traveller could actually threaten Jonathan Finningan with.

Steve lets out a series of chords to test the tuning and then looks innocently up at him. “I’m sorry, did you say something?”

Chris sighs inwardly. He will not be getting anything out of Steve.
“No. Nothing.”

Steve smiles at him and goes back to his music.

As the powerful chords to “Angi” rise in the air, Chris decides that he doesn’t care about politicians and hidden weapons. Steve is playing next to him in the empty bay, a few errand locks of honey-coloured hair escaping his pony tail and falling in front of his features, eyes closed, fingers skimming sensually over the strings.

No, Chris really doesn’t care about anything else.

+++

Jensen walks to Morgan’s later that morning in a slightly better mood than the night before. There’s still that something crawling under his skin, that everlasting frustration that he knows by now will not be going away anytime soon. But Steve’s talk has soothed him; for all that he doesn’t like to admit it.

He has spent the better part of the night and morning overthinking it all, as he always does. Steve is right, Jared needs to earn the villagers’ respect on his own. Still, Jensen isn’t comfortable with standing aside and just wait for it to happen. He remembers how much it meant to him that first time that Chris stood up for him, years ago, and he thinks that Jared could use pretty much the same thing.

Maybe he’s taking it too much at heart, maybe it’s his past and present clouding his judgement. He doesn’t care. He’ll give Jared some tips on how to handle the people in Roundstone, and he’ll stand up for him whenever said tricks will prove not to be enough.

Keith was obviously shoving something right into Jared’s face. Whether it was a rumour or effectively some part of Jared’s story, Jensen doesn’t know nor care. What he knows is that he doesn’t want to see that look in Jared’s eyes ever again. No matter what social position the Finningan’s happen to hold, Jensen thinks it’s high time that they tone it down.

He aims a kick at a stone on his path and watches it bounce ahead of him. Mr. Morgan has yet to talk to him about the accident, but Jensen knows it’s coming. He will probably be asked to promise not to let it get to him like that again. He will have to refuse.

When he reaches the pub a few minutes later, Jensen peers through the window and exhales slowly at the sight. Mr. Morgan is leaning casually against the counter and engaged in what appears to be quite an animated discussion with Jonathan Finningan. That is, the tension all comes from Mr. Finningan, whose body is taut and whose jaw twitches every few seconds; Mr. Morgan seems as relaxed as ever.

Jensen can’t say that he hasn’t been expecting it. He takes a breath and pushes the door open, remembering to straighten his shoulders at the last moment. He hasn’t done anything wrong, he has no reason to be sheepish. And yet, the small bell over the door chimes as loud as if it belonged to a church.

“Good morning, Mr. Morgan,” he greets as casually as he can. “Mr. Finningan.”

Mr. Morgan grins over at him. “Good morning, Jensen.”

Mr. Finningan turns to face him, and Jensen tries to prepare himself not to let his nerves get the best of him. But the man doesn’t say a word. He merely stares at him for what feel like hours but are in fact only a bunch of moments before grabbing his hat from the counter and shoving it on his head.

“I think there’s nothing left to say here,” he seethes.

Mr. Morgan nods. “I happen to agree. Oh, Jonathan,” he calls after an already retreating Mr. Finningan. “Your boy owes me a pint.”

Mr. Finningan stiffens further, but he reaches into the depths of his elegant pockets and takes out a few coins.

Mr. Morgan shakes his head as the money is held out to him. “To Jensen. He was the man behind the counter.”

Mr. Finningan looks like he’s about to explode for a moment, but he eventually turns around and slaps the coins into Jensen’s palm before striding to the door.

“Have a good day,” Mr. Morgan calls politely after him.

The door slams shut with a bang. Mr. Morgan chuckles and shakes his head a little.

“Jensen, come here,” he beckons, and Jensen walks up to the counter, licking his lips nervously.

“I’m not going to apologise,” he speaks before anything can be said.

Mr. Morgan arches an eyebrow at him. “You aren’t?”

Jensen clenches his jaw, his fist curling around the money. “I’m not.”

Mr. Morgan gives a small grin. “Aye, I had a feeling you wouldn’t. And in fact you shouldn’t, either. Jared told me what happened.”

“Is he all right?” Jensen blurts out. Words can sting, and he had seen Jared flinch under their assault the night before.

Mr. Morgan seems slightly taken aback by the question, but he smiles. “He’s fine. My nephew’s tougher than he looks.”

“So he really is your nephew?” Jensen asks curiously, going to sit on a stool.

“Why, did you think they made it up?”

Jensen flushes a little at the stupidity of his own question. “Uh... I... No, I was just... surprised. I didn’t know you had a nephew.”

All he’s ever known about Mr. Morgan’s brother is that he moved to Dublin two years before Jensen himself arrived in Roundstone with his own family. Mr. Morgan never talks about him, and none ever asks.

“Yes, you wouldn’t,” Mr. Morgan admits. “Me and my brother don’t really get along. But Jared’s a good kid.”

“Is that why you went to Dublin?” Jensen ventures. “To talk to your brother about Jared?”

“Aye.”

“Why is he here?”

Mr. Morgan seems to consider answering for a moment, but he eventually shakes his head.
“That’s Jared’s story to tell.”

‘He’s been kicked out.’

Keith’s cruel words from the night before echo unbidden into Jensen’s ears. He wonders how much of it is true; he wonders if Jared’s father really did kick him out. He wonders how could he do it.

“But Jensen,” Mr. Morgan’s voice pulls him away from his reverie, “as much as I understand and even share your reasons, I have to ask you to never do something like that in my pub again.”

Jensen sighs inwardly. ‘Here we go.’
“I’m sorry, sir,” he says, voice firm and quiet. “I can’t promise that I won’t.”

Mr. Morgan levels him with such an impenetrable stare for the next few minutes that it takes the whole of Jensen’s resolve for him not to look away. Eventually though, his boss breaks into a wide, blinding smile. To say that it confuses him would be an understatement.

“Get to work, lad. Your shift has started ten minutes ago.”

Two hours later, as he stores away clean tankards in the back room, Jensen still hasn’t understood what it all was about.


Chapter Five

Note: the song Steve plays in this chapter can be downloaded HERE.

 
 
feeling: draineddrained
singing along to : Bert Jansch - Angi
 
 
 
kuhekabirkuhekabir on July 1st, 2008 02:30 pm (UTC)
awesome. Please post more soon :)
Sonia: Supernatural | Dean | blue promofallonblackdays on July 1st, 2008 05:25 pm (UTC)
I'll try to be as quick as I can with the next chapter. I'm already halfway through it so it shouldn't be too long. :) Thanks so much for reading and commenting, I'm glad you enjoyed this part. :D
...fromyourashes on July 1st, 2008 02:48 pm (UTC)
YAY!!!!!!!!
Sonia: Supernatural | Jared | 100% awesomefallonblackdays on July 1st, 2008 05:26 pm (UTC)
*beams* Love you lady! MUAH! ♥
slash_freak_oz: smileslash_freak_oz on July 1st, 2008 03:02 pm (UTC)
Awesome so far....love to see more!!!
Sonia: Supernatural | Dean | wayward sonfallonblackdays on July 1st, 2008 05:27 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'm so glad you're liking it! :) I'll try to be as quick as I can with the next part.
(no subject) - slash_freak_oz on July 2nd, 2008 12:47 am (UTC) (Expand)
Live like you mean it and love til you feel it: Sam Dean [working]rei17 on July 1st, 2008 03:39 pm (UTC)
I love Chad!!
*needed to say that*
Chris and Steve are so loveable, I´m probably going to die of cuteness one day. *melts in a puddle of goo*
JDM is like the coolest person ever and boy, do I love Jensen. So sweet and tough at the same time.
I´m sorry this is not a more constructive comment but more a declaration of undying love. ;-)
Anyway - I really enjoy reading this and I´d love you for more chapters. And hope for more Jared of course. ;D
Sonia: Supernatural | J2 | otpfallonblackdays on July 1st, 2008 05:29 pm (UTC)
Do not apologize! Any feedback is awesome, and yours really means a lot. :) I'm real happy to know that you're enjoying this story and its characters so much. Characterization is the thing I try to be more attentive to, so thank you, really. :) I'll be as quick as I can with the next part. I'm already halfway through it so it shouldn't be long. ;)
Once again, thanks so much for reading and commenting!
no matter what: demons I getsanann on July 1st, 2008 05:16 pm (UTC)
ohhh, new part.
I love the way you keep the mood of the story.
I can see it in the colours: it's yellow and grey.
And I can see in in the images: the yellow sand, the dry wind and the old buidings.
And there are real men.
Sonia: Supernatural | J2 | hallelujahfallonblackdays on July 1st, 2008 05:32 pm (UTC)
Wow. Thank you so much for this comment. I'm truly speechless. All I can say is that I'm extremely happy to know that you're liking this story so much and that it's working so well for you. Thank you. *hugs*
tigerpinkytigerpinky on July 1st, 2008 06:19 pm (UTC)
Loved this chapter. I get a kick out of how Steve handles Chris, and look forward to more ;)
Soniafallonblackdays on July 1st, 2008 06:23 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'm glad to know that you're liking the dynamics between those two. They're great fun to write. :) I'll try to be as quick as possible with the next part. Thanks so much for reading and commenting!
9thof99thof9 on July 1st, 2008 06:29 pm (UTC)
I am so intrigue with Steve. I've loved the People for years. Done a bit of studying on them too. Never had the stones to write about them though. You're doing marvelous.

Damn, Mr. Finningan really pissed me off; pompous asshat. I hope you reveal what ace Jeffery has up his sleeve.

Great update.
Sonia: Kane | Steve | clouds borderfallonblackdays on July 1st, 2008 10:10 pm (UTC)
Unfortunately there's nothing on Irish Travellers here in Italy... I mean, no books or anything. So I'm always terrified of fucking it up with the little that I know. *sighs* I'm glad it's working so far tho. :)

And yes, Jefferey's ace will definitely be revealed. Maybe not that soon, but it will be. ;)

Thanks so much for reading, I'm happy that you're enjoying this!


deanshot: Hug of Lovedeanshot on July 1st, 2008 06:53 pm (UTC)
I need more of this.
I love the fact that Jeff believed Jared about what happened but your story has me so intrigued about why Jared is there.
You're doing a terrific job so far by the way.
*hugs*
Sonia: Kane | Steve | cloudsfallonblackdays on July 1st, 2008 10:13 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! I'm glad to know that you're still enjoying it this much, you don't know how much it means to me. :D
Shellztrueshellz on July 1st, 2008 10:01 pm (UTC)
awesome update
sorry for the late read
life has been a mess lately
x
Sonia: KANE | Chris&Steve | hugfallonblackdays on July 1st, 2008 10:17 pm (UTC)
You're not late at all! I'm glad you liked this part. :)
I hope everything's okay with you and that RL calms down soon. *hugs*
Jules Mystjmystic on July 1st, 2008 10:01 pm (UTC)
Heee.. that was a great chapter. I loved how Jensen stood his ground. Steve and Jeffrey rock and Chad was pretty cool too. LOL Poor Christian is a little behind on things. The entire chapter has me excited about whats to come. I can't wait for the next installment.
Sonia: KANE | Chris&Steve | your heart in minefallonblackdays on July 1st, 2008 10:21 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much! I'm real glad to know that you're liking the characters. :D Yeah, poor Chris really can't follow at the moment. LOL *pets him*
I'll try to be as quick as I can with the next chapter. Thanks for reading!
lea: Love PINKchained_blunt on July 2nd, 2008 01:30 am (UTC)
OOOOOHHHH,steve makes me(and chris)go ga ga and in awe!damn,no wonder chris's so crazy bout him*grin*

and i really wanna know what Jeff 'ace' is,that make the bastard-pardon-Mr.Finnigan i mean,retreat his threat to Jen.

this is awesome.need more!
Soniafallonblackdays on July 2nd, 2008 10:38 am (UTC)
Thanks so much for reading! I'm glad you're enjoying it so much. And Jeff's ace shall be revealed... sometime. :P I just finished chapter 5 and sent it over to the betas, so hopefully it will be posted soon. :)
Lynsyspazzer_mctwich on July 2nd, 2008 01:58 am (UTC)
HMMM, I'm all intrigued now.
Sonia: Supernatural | J2 | costarsfallonblackdays on July 2nd, 2008 10:39 am (UTC)
Glad to know it! ;) More will be posted soon. Thanks so much for reading!
pyroblaze18: SPN: Jensen - shy grinkultiras on July 2nd, 2008 02:43 am (UTC)
This AU is so different from anything else I've read, and I absolutely love it!

The characters, the flow of the story, and the scene that you've set are so perfect and beautiful that I keep rereading the chapters that you've posted. =)
Sonia: Kane | Steve | clouds borderfallonblackdays on July 2nd, 2008 10:42 am (UTC)
Wow. Thank you so much. I'm really happy to know that you're enjoying it. I never wrote something like this before, so it really means a lot to know that it's working for you guys. :)
Deb: Steve LAdebarouchi on July 2nd, 2008 02:46 am (UTC)
Honey I don't think I ever got back to you after I read chapters 1-3. Sorry!

I'm so enjoying this verse, the change of setting & time is great to read and your Steve just gives me this mythical feeling. Really looking forward to learning more about both Jensen & Jeffrey.

Jared's backstory makes me curious. Thanks for sharing :)

Sonia: KANE | Steve | poetfallonblackdays on July 2nd, 2008 10:46 am (UTC)
Don't apologize! I'm so glad to know that you're liking this story so much. *beams* :D Thank you for reading. Next part's coming shortly. *hugs*
mre_queckymre_quecky on July 2nd, 2008 05:39 am (UTC)
Yay for more! Liked it plenty :D
Sonia: Kane | Steve | cloudsfallonblackdays on July 2nd, 2008 10:46 am (UTC)
Thank you! I'm really glad you did! :)
nairie: Stevenairie on July 2nd, 2008 07:58 am (UTC)
Still love it. And I really wanna know where all of that is heading. To trouble I guess.
Soniafallonblackdays on July 2nd, 2008 11:11 am (UTC)
Thanks so much for reading! I'm glad you're still enjoying it this much. :)
ramona4jakeramona4jake on July 2nd, 2008 05:13 pm (UTC)
To say I love Jesnen it would be an understatement, but can I say also how much I start to like Chris, Steve nd now Jeffrey ? :o)
Thank you, I like this story more and more, it's staring to really reveal itself.... with some extended help from you ! ;D Cannot wait to hear Jared's story !
Soniafallonblackdays on July 3rd, 2008 09:58 am (UTC)
Thank you for reading and dropping me a line. :D I'm so glad to know that you're enjoying the story so much! As for Jared's story... well... it shall be revealed. Eventually. LOL Thanks again. :)
nachekana: Pieds de Stevenachekana on July 2nd, 2008 10:02 pm (UTC)
The way you write Chris and Steve does strange things to me! lol I love the fascination Chris has for Steve and I love how mysterious sSteve is. Can't wait to read more, I want to see Jared and Jensen in the same room again! XD
Soniafallonblackdays on July 3rd, 2008 10:02 am (UTC)
Aw. Thanks so much! I pay extra attention to the balance of Chris and Steve's interaction in this fic, 'cause it's pretty complicated, so I'm really happy to know that it's working for you. :)
The next part has already been sent to the betas, so it should be posted soon. Thanks for reading!
nicklovessnnicklovessn on July 2nd, 2008 11:13 pm (UTC)
YAY, you updated it!

I think I didn't comment in this story yet, but yes, I'm reading. :P

Please, update it soon. :)
Soniafallonblackdays on July 3rd, 2008 10:03 am (UTC)
Hey there! How you doing? *squishes you*
I'm so glad to know that you're reading and enjoying this one! :D
lhuthiel on July 3rd, 2008 12:17 am (UTC)
Omg, I loved this chapter sooo much. :)

Steve was totally awesome.
He's a little mysterious appearing out of nowhere when Jensen is wandering around the village at night. He also seems to have seen quite a bit of the country and of people in general. I love this kind of 'wisdom' he has.
And I was so full of glee at his exchange with Mr. Finningan. It made me so happy, I actually read it several times, just because it was so cool. ;)
“Which is exactly why I’m surprised to see you here,” Steve replies without missing a beat. “I would have thought you already at work.” Omg, lol.
I can totally picture Steve, all 'innocent' and unimpressed, and the seething Mr. Finningan. :D
Also, I really liked how Steve can handle Chris so well.

Jeff putting Mr. Finningan in his place was almost as great as Steve's conversation earlier. I loved these bits particularly:
“I happen to agree. Oh, Jonathan,” he calls after an already retreating Mr. Finningan. “Your boy owes me a pint.” [...]
Mr. Morgan shakes his head as the money is held out to him. “To Jensen. He was the man behind the counter.”


I really enjoyed the chapter before, too btw, I just wasn't fast enough with catching up to comment before this one came up. I felt so bad for Jared who appeared to be so shy, which is why I totally loved Jensen defending him. :)
Soniafallonblackdays on July 3rd, 2008 10:06 am (UTC)
Wow. Your feedback is very thorough, thank you so much for taking the time to write it!
I'm really glad to know that you enjoyed those exchange that much, as they're among my favorite as well. So I'm happy to know that they worked for you guys, too. :D

The intreactions between Steve, Jeff and Mr. Finningan is one of the key points to this story, so I'm extra glad that you're enjoying them.

Once again, thanks so much for reading and commenting. More should be coming soon. ;)
novascotiasam: spiritboysnovascotiasam on July 4th, 2008 09:14 pm (UTC)
I get so totally involved with this story. All your characters are so finely drawn, even the original ones are fully formed and intriguing.

It is so unique and never fails to leave me in thought and wanting more. All the intersecting undercurrents to dissect!

Just love it. A must save, must share. *bounces*
Sonia: KANE | Chris&Steve | hugfallonblackdays on July 4th, 2008 09:24 pm (UTC)
I am so excited that you would like it so much. :) I never wrote anything like this before (I wasn't much into AUs :P), and it makes me so happy to know that you're liking the characters! ♥ Thank you so much for your feedbacks, they're always appreciated. :D
lelann137lelann137 on July 6th, 2008 07:02 pm (UTC)
love it! it keeps getting more and more interesting. thanks for updating!
Soniafallonblackdays on July 9th, 2008 01:14 pm (UTC)
Thank you for reading! I'm really glad you lied this part. :)
fanofsuperfanofsuper on July 7th, 2008 02:35 am (UTC)
Glad that Jensen had Steve to talk to who can really understand what it's like to be an outsider.

I am intrigued by Jared's story & want to hear more

Looking forward to the next update
Soniafallonblackdays on July 9th, 2008 01:16 pm (UTC)
You will know a bit of Jared's story soon. ;) I'm glad that you're enjoying the story! Chapter 5 has already been sent to the betas, so hopefully you guys will have it soon. :) Thanks so much for reading!
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elebridith: Chris - Braceletselebridith on July 7th, 2008 11:19 am (UTC)
I may have just over-stretched my lunchbreak a little... I read all four chapters in a row... *g* This is beautiful! I love Ireland, and this has just the right *feel*. Old Tommy talking about Sidhe, and the way the whole village is described, yup, I'm not an expert, but it sounds definitly genuine. Love it that Jensen is kinda ok with Chris' feelings for Steve but that he's afraid what other people will do if they found out... Portrayal of Steve is awesome - yeah, someone who gets around should have lots of gossip and infos up his sleeve... Very curious where this will lead!
*sigh* And now I'm gonna start "Snapshots" in my next lunchbreak... I really don't know if I love or hate WIPs... *g* make that "love WIPs, hate waiting, try to be patient because anticipation is a good thing" *lol*
Awesome work!
Soniafallonblackdays on July 9th, 2008 01:53 pm (UTC)
LOL Sorry that we're taking over your lunchbreaks. *pets* But I'm so happy that you're liking this story so much! \o/ Knowing that it all feels genuine to you means a lot, 'cause that's what worries me much about this story. It's not an easy setting to work on. :P Thank you so much for your feedback! *hugs*
angels3angels3 on July 8th, 2008 05:12 pm (UTC)
I understand, both Steve and Jeff. I swear those two boys are daft. They need to stop breathing the alcohol fumes.

Can't wait for more.
Soniafallonblackdays on July 9th, 2008 01:36 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much for reading. :) More is coming soon.