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stephanometraTitle: The Road You're On
Pairing: Jared/Sandy
Rating: PG
Summary: Whose idea was it to let Jared drive, again?
Warnings: Saccharine cuteness, guys. I mean it.
Notes: Part of the Stairway to Heaven Verse, tying into It Makes Me Wonder. 500 words.
***
There are two things in this world Jared loves more than any others: being in love and surprises.
Wait. No, maybe make that three things; he likes dogs an awful lot. And candy! Better make it four things.
And, shit. What about Sandy? He's not sure that she's, like, automatically included under the being-in-love heading, so he'd better add her to the list, too. So that's five things he loves better than anything else. Although—
"Jared," Sandy says. "Stop thinking."
He laughs, looks at her in that way he knows she describes as "besotted" to her friends on the phone when she thinks he isn't listening. "I know, I know; I'll hurt something."
"Oh, sweetie, I wouldn't say that to you. But you are going to miss the turn if you don't—"
"Shit!"
He almost gets them killed swinging across two lanes of traffic, but he makes the turn.
Vancouver International Airport, the sign says, and Jared knows he's grinning like a maniac, but he just doesn't care, even though Jensen is cursing a blue streak from the backseat.
***
Steve's waiting for them at the curb, smoking, a beat-up duffel at his feet. Sandy rolls down her window and waves, and he nods, chucks the cigarette into the street.
Jared throws the car into park before they're even all the way stopped and jumps out before Sandy can stop him. "Hey, man, I'm so glad you could make it, this is going to be such a great time, right?" He pulls Steve into a massive back-slapping hug, practically vibrating with excitement.
Sandy giggles at the startled look on Steve's face when Jared scoops up his bag, drops it, and then picks it up again—knowing Jared, it probably occurred to him that he was kind of implying that Steve couldn't handle his own luggage, but then he decided that he didn't care—and shoves it into the trunk, mouth still running a mile a minute. "Seriously, this is going to be so much fun. And oh man, Mike is going to be so happy to see you, he's totally going to lose his shit. Not that he's not, like, losing his shit already, because he loves hockey, dude, it's almost weird. But then again, pretty much everyone in my family is that way about football, so I guess I don't have too much room to talk..." And he just keeps going, chattering like a chipmunk on amphetamines, as he gets back in the car.
Steve shoots Jensen a look across the backseat. "Is he always like this?" he asks, pitching his voice low.
Jensen laughs. "Only when he's really excited about something. Or hopped up on sugar."
"Well, that's good to know."
She puts down her sunshade and meets Steve's eyes in the mirror, grinning. "Clearly Jensen hasn't told you about his sugar intake."
"Oh, that reminds me," Jared cuts in. "I'm out of gummi worms. Do we have time to stop?"
"No," Jensen and Sandy say together, and Steve just laughs.
***
NOW WAS THAT ADORABLE OR WHAT.
Pairing: Jared/Sandy
Rating: PG
Summary: Whose idea was it to let Jared drive, again?
Warnings: Saccharine cuteness, guys. I mean it.
Notes: Part of the Stairway to Heaven Verse, tying into It Makes Me Wonder. 500 words.
There are two things in this world Jared loves more than any others: being in love and surprises.
Wait. No, maybe make that three things; he likes dogs an awful lot. And candy! Better make it four things.
And, shit. What about Sandy? He's not sure that she's, like, automatically included under the being-in-love heading, so he'd better add her to the list, too. So that's five things he loves better than anything else. Although—
"Jared," Sandy says. "Stop thinking."
He laughs, looks at her in that way he knows she describes as "besotted" to her friends on the phone when she thinks he isn't listening. "I know, I know; I'll hurt something."
"Oh, sweetie, I wouldn't say that to you. But you are going to miss the turn if you don't—"
"Shit!"
He almost gets them killed swinging across two lanes of traffic, but he makes the turn.
Vancouver International Airport, the sign says, and Jared knows he's grinning like a maniac, but he just doesn't care, even though Jensen is cursing a blue streak from the backseat.
Steve's waiting for them at the curb, smoking, a beat-up duffel at his feet. Sandy rolls down her window and waves, and he nods, chucks the cigarette into the street.
Jared throws the car into park before they're even all the way stopped and jumps out before Sandy can stop him. "Hey, man, I'm so glad you could make it, this is going to be such a great time, right?" He pulls Steve into a massive back-slapping hug, practically vibrating with excitement.
Sandy giggles at the startled look on Steve's face when Jared scoops up his bag, drops it, and then picks it up again—knowing Jared, it probably occurred to him that he was kind of implying that Steve couldn't handle his own luggage, but then he decided that he didn't care—and shoves it into the trunk, mouth still running a mile a minute. "Seriously, this is going to be so much fun. And oh man, Mike is going to be so happy to see you, he's totally going to lose his shit. Not that he's not, like, losing his shit already, because he loves hockey, dude, it's almost weird. But then again, pretty much everyone in my family is that way about football, so I guess I don't have too much room to talk..." And he just keeps going, chattering like a chipmunk on amphetamines, as he gets back in the car.
Steve shoots Jensen a look across the backseat. "Is he always like this?" he asks, pitching his voice low.
Jensen laughs. "Only when he's really excited about something. Or hopped up on sugar."
"Well, that's good to know."
She puts down her sunshade and meets Steve's eyes in the mirror, grinning. "Clearly Jensen hasn't told you about his sugar intake."
"Oh, that reminds me," Jared cuts in. "I'm out of gummi worms. Do we have time to stop?"
"No," Jensen and Sandy say together, and Steve just laughs.
