The One worth Suffering for chapter 3

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Running his hands through his hair, he gave a big sigh and explained, “He made it through surgery just fine but he still has a rough road ahead of him. Right now he is in the recovery room and should be in a private room within the hour.”

“Truthfully, is he going to be ok Chad?” Alan Ackles pleaded, speaking the first time since he and his family arrived at the hospital.

“He’s a fighter Mr. Ackles, so I’d put my money on Jensen.”

“When can I see him?” Jared asked.

“As soon as he’s settled into his room,” Chad answered giving him a little smile. “But he’s not in the ICU, so that’s a good thing and he can have more visitors.”

“When can we question him?” Samantha Ferris asked ignoring the death glares from both mothers.

“I’m not sure, but not tonight. He is heavily sedated and he probably will not wake until tomorrow,” He stated giving the detectives a glare of his own.

To Jared it seemed as though the hour he had to wait for Jensen to come from recovery was the longest of the day. It’s just the waiting to confirm for himself what Chad had told them was the truth, that he can see for himself that Jensen is ok.

Everyone agreed to let Jared enter the room first because they know that as much as they loved Jensen it did not equal his. When he entered the room, he took in the deformed nose, the eyes that were swollen shut, the butterfly bandages and the cast on his arm and thought that he had never seen the man look more beautiful.

While he was taking inventory, he became aware of the shocked gasps from behind him as well as sobs and it made him thankful that he saw Jensen before the ambulance wheeled him away. Had he not seen the damages this morning he would be reeling from the shock as well?

In a show to let everyone know that everything is ok, he walked to the bed and stroked Jensen’s hair which was now free of blood and whispered “Sleep baby, you’re safe now.

A week later, the doctors felt that Jensen was well enough to be released. Going from the information from both Chad and Jeff, Jared thought he would have been released earlier, but it seemed as though Jensen made up reasons for the doctors to keep him there. Jensen was assured that this was not a hotel and had there not been problems, he would have not have been sent home.

As they pulled up in front of the house, it felt surreal to Jensen. Here he was back in a place where most of his greatest memories were made and now they had all been overshadowed by his worst.

The feeling of joy at being released from the hospital quickly disappeared and now the only feeling was the sheer terror of the event that was the reason for the stay.

Jensen knew that as soon as the police gave their permission, their friends and family made sure the house was clean so that he and Jared would not have to face the mess when they came home, but there were things that disinfectant cannot wash away no matter how hard you scrub.

Things like the smell of your own blood, your fear thinking that you were going to die. The sound of your heart beating so fast that you thought it was going to jump out of your chest, and the taunting laughter of two men doing their best to hurt you.

Chad noticed the shaking first, and silently made Jared aware. Jensen reluctantly walked into the house, but the moment the trio moved towards the stairs he started shaking so hard his legs could not hold his own weight.
When Jensen looked at Jared, he saw that Jared could read the fear that accompanied the shaking the two men turned him around and headed back outside.

“My place?” Chad asked.

“For now,” Jared agreed.

The twenty-minute ride to Chads place was difficult, the entire ride Jensen was in an almost catatonic state rocking back and forth against the seatbelt saying I’m sorry repeatedly. At first, Jared and Chad tried to tell him that he had nothing to be sorry for, but then they both realized that he was not listening to them, that he was there. When the car pulled into Chad’s drive, the words had stopped and only the rocking continued.

Chad’s spare bedroom had been a crash site for them over the years when one or both of them had too much to drink, or they were just too tired to drive. Today it was a retreat for Jensen so that he didn’t have to face what happened to him in theirs.

Once he was in bed Chad was going to stick around while Jared made a run to the pharmacy to get prescriptions filled and pick up supplies. Once he opened the door, he knows that was not going to happen right now because Sheppard and Ferris were standing on the doorstep.

“Fuck!” slipped from his mouth. He did not mean to say it aloud but he did mean it.

“Nice to see you too honey,” Ferris greeted. Opening the door wider, he stepped aside and let the pair in.

“We need to talk to Jensen, Jared.” Sheppard stated as he stepped inside, his tone brooking no room for argument.

“Since you followed us here you know that he’s here and you know that he’s not up to talking to you yet.”

“Ok, how about you Mr. Padalecki?” Ferris, the female detective asked, “Are you too delicate for our questioning?”

“Don’t you fucking dare mock him!” Jared spat at her.

“I’m not…”

Chad walked into the den and upon seeing, the two police officers decided that it was best that he should go get the prescriptions and the medical supplies Jensen needed.

“Just get this over with man,” he suggested as he walked out the door. At Chad’s parting words, Jared sat down and gestured for the detectives to do the same.

Taking a deep breath, Ferris jumped right in “Ok Jared, you were out of town when the attack took place, right”

“Yes,” he answered, “Look we went over this last week, why aren’t you harassing Morgan? I gave you everything you asked for including body fluids and…”

“He was arrested two days ago,” Sheppard interrupted.

“What? If you arrested his then why the fuck are you here putting me through this shit?”

“He confessed you know,” Ferris said nonchalantly, “Admitted to everything, but the thing is, even with him singing like a songbird, he can get a good lawyer and say we forced him to confess, so we still need to make our case Jared. We still need you and Jensen and all of your arrogant little friends to cooperate!”

Sheppard could see the anger rising in the young man seated across from him because Ferris tended to do that to people; she was always the bad cop. They needed more information in the event that Morgan unexpectedly did change his mind and Jared keeping things from them was not going to help.

“Jared, please forgive my partner, bitch is her default mode, but we need some things cleared up in the event he changes his mind.”

Looking at Ferris then down the hall to as though to make sure Jensen couldn’t hear them, Jared nodded his head and relented “Ok, how can I help?”

“Why were you out of town and please don’t lie and say business.” Ferris asked all pretense of niceness gone.

Jared glanced from Ferris to Sheppard trying to decide whether he wanted to share something that was that private with these two. Something he had not even told Jensen.

Jensen, Chad and Jared’s mothers had been friends since high school and though it would be cute if their boys shared a similar bond. The three women had all moved from their home state and all came back when they married hometown boys. The three of them were five years old when they first met and Jared fell in love at first sight. Chad had always teased him and said because Jensen was so pretty that Jared thought he was a girl. Even though Chad teased him and gave him the hated nickname of Princess, he was always there to help him protect Jensen who was always smaller than they were.

When they turned sixteen Jared was able to understand these feelings and was not sure if they were returned and he was not going to risk ruining a friendship if the feelings were not returned. Two days after his sixteenth birthday, Jensen learned he was a Carrier and Jared was elated, he could possibly have Jensen and children with Jensen, but then the news reports started. It seemed as though every week for the next two years there was a Carrier who died in childbirth or from complications of pregnancy. Scientists had only been aware of male pregnancy only for a couple decades before the boys were born, so not everything was known about it. When the rash of deaths occurred, Jared’s view changed drastically. He and Jensen could adopt or do surrogacy, but he was not willing to risk Jensen’s life.

When the three boys graduated from college, it became clear that Jensen returned Jared’s feelings and the relationship progressed from there. In an attempt to protect Jensen, Jared had had a vasectomy and did not feel the need to tell his lover. This past year however, the past caught up with him. Jensen wanted a child. Jared’s child. Unable to tell Jensen what he had done, he had his brother arrange a reversal of the procedure and had it done under the guise of a business trip so Jensen wouldn’t know.

Jared explained this to the detectives with a heavy heart because he knew this would kill Jensen and possibly cause irreparable harm to their partnership as well as their friendship.

As Jared explained this to the officers, he actually felt as though a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, it had felt good to tell someone this, but as usual. Ferris had to burst his bubble.

“So Jensen does not know about this?”

“No.”

“You know this can be used against you right? Any attorney fresh out of law school can argue that you did this to have

Jensen turn to you for comfort and would easily forgive you for your deception.”

Jared looked at her as though she had grown a third eye. Used against him? He would cut off his right arm before he hurt Jensen.

“Why didn’t he put up a fight?” Ferris asked the question so softly that he almost didn’t hear it.

“Sorry?”

“Why didn’t he put up a fight? “ She asked again. “The crime scene photos show that the room was in shambles, but when we took pictures of Morgan, that there was no sign that he had been involved in something violent. There were no scratches or bruises…nothing.”

That revelation was just registering with him when Sheppard piped in “All of your friends agreed that you were coming home on Saturday, but in reality you weren’t due until Sunday. Morgan’s defense can also make the argument that Jensen knew about the vasectomy and picked up someone else to get even with you. With Morgan always around, he would have been an easy choice for the discretion.”

Jared didn’t understand, what did she mean he did not put up a fight? Jensen did not, couldn’t know about the surgery. The Jensen he knows would have put up a fight.

“What makes you think he didn’t put up a fight?” Jared asked.

“In addition to the pictures of the lack of bruising or marks on Morgan, the photos we took of Jensen in the hospital show no defensive wounds. No skin under the nails or broken nails and nor were there were bruised knuckles, he just… submitted.”

Looking at the confusion on Jared’s face the detectives stood to leave, they had accomplished what they came for.
As they opened the door Jared ground out “I don’t believe you, the Jensen I know would put up a fight.”

“Like the Jared he knows would tell him he had a vasectomy,” Ferris returned as she walked out the door.

Once the pair was gone, Jared quietly walked down the hall where Jensen slept fitfully. There was not a place on his body that probably did not hurt, and as his shirt rucked up, he could see the colostomy appliance and the mass of bruises that colored that same body, and he whispered, “Why didn’t you fight back?”

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