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And be yourself my ally in love's battle 
17th-Feb-2011 04:33 pm
And be yourself my ally in love's battle Part 1/4

series: Then let me build a bridge

verse: Battlements

author: calamitycrow and kasman

artist: naisica

beta readers:beadslut and zubeneschamali

rating: NC-17

warning: disability, alcoholism, sheer, unadulterated shmoop - yeah, these guys were due for something good. :)

disclaimer: No matter how much we think it, they're not ours, alas.

pairing: J2

summary: Being a series of fics about the boys' wedding and honeymoon

Quick time line:

Thursday Night: "let me build a bridge"

Friday Morning: "like the breath of the moon" "...and maple syrup"

Saturday Night: rehearsal dinner

Saturday Night: ”of intervening time and place”

Sunday Morning: "as constant as any sun"

Sunday Night: "and be yourself my ally in love's battle"

title: And be yourself my ally in love’s battle (Sappho)


Part 1: And what did I especially desire

Wedding - Sunday night

Jared gave Jensen's tie one last tweak, smoothed his hands gently on Jensen's shoulders, smiled. "Done like a Sunday dinner. Now, do you think you could just sit down for a bit while I get ready?"

"Yes, Mom," he accepted Neil's hand to sit down in the wheelchair, unusually compliant. "Mind if I watch?" Jensen asked, grinning.

Jared rolled his eyes, jerked his chin for Neil to go. "Voyeur. It's not a peep show, ya know."

"Coulda fooled me." Jensen was deliberately keeping it light, worried that Jared was walking a fine line. Jared seemed OK, but he just couldn't tell. The guy could certainly fake it with the best of them when the occasion called for it--he was an actor, after all.

"Knew you had an ulterior motive."

"Always." Jensen's lips quirked in a smile. "Marry some rich movie star, live in the lap of luxury."

"Have a threesome with the pool boy." Neil stopped with his hand on the door knob, his face bland, expressionless, "At least, according to those movies that Jensen rents."

"Out!" Jensen jerked his head towards the door, "Someday, I'm going to figure out why I ever let Chris talk me into hiring him." He deliberately said the last loud enough to be heard through the thin door.

Jared flashed him another grin, then began getting dressed in earnest, while Jensen openly enjoyed the view. Back on Supernatural, he'd enjoyed Jared's body, but that enjoyment had been much more physical. Maybe it was because he'd missed having Jared in his life, or maybe it was because he was forced now to sit on the sidelines, but more and more, Jensen found himself happy to just watch Jared.

For his last role, Jared had trimmed his hair shorter than he usually wore it. He was also tan and lean from all the exercise he'd been doing the past few months. Neil had harassed Jared into cutting back on the running, adding in some swimming, and weight lifting. Jensen knew Neil had done it because he felt Jared needed more balance in his work-outs, but Jensen certainly appreciated the results.

It sure didn't hurt that Jared's new tux fit him like a glove.

Beth had insisted one of her friends handle Jared's tux, even though Jensen already had somebody who tailored most of his clothes for him. Jensen had to admit that Beth's friend had done a good job. The tux hugged Jared's broad shoulders, set off his narrow waist.

Jared fiddled with his shirt cuffs, looked down at Jensen, "You could stop staring at me like I'm a side of beef."

"My side of beef," Jensen quipped back.

Jared huffed, loudly. "Well, if you are done staring, I think I am ready." He turned back, glancing at himself in the mirror, tugged at his tuxedo jacket. That little nervous gesture told Jensen all he needed to know.

"Jared? Come here."

"I'm not freaking out." Jared glanced over his shoulder.

"Really?" Jensen raised an eyebrow, and Jared shook his head, walked over.

"I... I am not freaked out, I just--" He squatted down, put his arms on Jensen's knees. His eyes had darkened, his voice dropping into an almost whisper. "I just want this day to be perfect. For you. For us."

Jensen wished he could say something assuring, or even romantic right now, but he knew Jared. He smiled, keeping his tone joking. "Is that why we're allowing an entire herd of children to 'help' with the wedding?"

"You could try taking this seriously." But Jared was smiling back as he stood up, and he let his words stretch out into thick Texas drawl as he held his hand towards Jensen, "All right, darlin', let's go get hitched."


A half an hour later, Jared and Jensen waited in a small vestibule outside the room where the wedding ceremony was to be held while Ty went to find out if everyone was ready. Jensen was still surprised at how easily it had all come together, with a lot less fuss than he'd expected.

Beth's friend had earned her fee, and then some. With the way Jared had been freaking out, having a wedding consultant had been the way to go, but it also showed in the results. She had done a good job of sorting out the nitty-gritty, with a little assistance from both Beth and Ty. The organization was pretty much faultless--or as faultless as these things could be.

The biggest question had been the ceremony. There had been a lot of discussion early on about the type of service - religious, secular, non-denominational, whatever. Jared, when asked before the options were completely taken away from his hearing, had expressed a preference for something with at least a mildly religious overtone-- to please his parents--while Neil had kept insisting that it be short, for which Jensen was grateful. The last thing he wanted was to worry about keeping his balance, or needing to sit down.

Jared had peeked a few minutes earlier, and now he made another lap around the tiny room.


'Yeah, sorry." He crossed the room, sat down next to Jensen, nervously jiggling his knee.

"Hey," Jensen reached out, put his hand on Jared's knee, stilled the movement. "Relax."

Jared looked down at his knee, back up into Jensen's eyes, and his face changed at Jensen's concern. "Yeah, OK." He rolled his shoulders, took a couple of deep breaths. Nodded a couple of times, "Yeah, I'm good." Gave Jensen a half-smile. "I can't believe I'm the nervous one. I mean, you've always hated this public stuff."

"Yeah, well, I guess... I dunno. Maybe... maybe it's because I believe this is absolutely what I want to do."

"I want this as well, you know I do, it's just, I guess, it's such a big thing. And I'm sorta scared of messing it up. It's not like filming a TV show where you get a few takes, ya know?"

"And what about all the times you've gotten it dead right on the first take? Hmmmm?"

"Yeah, I guess." Jared turned his head at Ty's knock on the door. "And I guess I shouldn't mention all the times we totally screwed... it... up."

"They're ready for you now," Ty said, sticking his head around the door, for once not using one of the ubiquitous terms of endearment that normally peppered his speech.

"Thanks, Ty."

Jensen waited for Ty to leave them, gave a cheeky grin. "Jared, I wouldn't mention that."

"OK, then I won't," Jared deadpanned, obviously feeling a little less stressed. He stood, tugging at his jacket to straighten it, then adjusting his tie. He put out a hand, helped Jensen to his feet. Cocked his head to check Jensen's appearance as well. "Sure you don't wanna sit down for this?"

Jensen snorted.

"Well, I guess it's show time."

"I still say the song is sappy." Jensen tossed it out, just to see Jared roll his eyes. Chris had gotten his band together, recorded a cover of Keith Urban's Your Everything for the processional music, changing the bit about 'the veil' to something about 'harbor' and 'gales.' It was a bit sappy, but it also fit. Especially the line about 'not feeling this way with anybody else.' Besides, that's what came of putting Chris in charge of the music. They were at his mercy.

The room was thankfully right next to the resort's wedding chapel. The rest of the wedding party was lined up, waiting for the music to start. All the kids were swinging their baskets, trying hard to keep quiet and mostly failing. Figuring out how to let all the kids participate had been one of the biggest issues. Beth had finally suggested giving each one a small basket of rose petals to toss. Not exactly a cheap solution, but worth it for the row of excited smiles.

The music started, and Beth reached out, urged KC and Jake forward, and the rest of the children followed, arranged by height. Jensen watched for a moment, glanced back up at Jared, who had definitely tensed back up, nervously shuffling his feet. Jensen caught his eye, made the 'Blue Steel' face.

Jared gave him a weak smile, and tugged at his tie again, as he attempted to pull himself together. Then he adopted a more serious expression, and his feet stopped their incessant shuffling as Jensen caught at Jared's sleeve with his good hand, smiled. "Let's go."

Jared took Jensen's left hand in his, firmly placed his forearm in the grip of his right hand and they both started walking slowly together, following at the tail end of the herd of kids and the paired attendants. Jared dropped his voice in a sotto whisper, "We got us some marryin' to do. And you're right, it's a little sappy."

The wedding chapel was small, and they'd filled it to the bursting point. Under Beth and Ty's direction, the seats had been decorated with large green and white bows in alternate rows, to go with the Greendog color theme. Jared and Jensen and their male attendants--Chris, David, Josh and Jeff, Lamar and Dennis--also wore single white rosebuds tied with a green ribbon, while there were bunches of white roses for Krystal, Jennifer, Mackenzie, Megan, Stephanie and Beth.

The minister was an older man, tall and rangy, with gray hair going to white. He looked out at the crowd, his voice tinged with a Midwest accent, "Welcome, and please stand." That was the cue for the intro for Your Everything to start to play. Jensen had a flash of self-consciousness, all too aware of his disjointed gait as they walked down the aisle together. He forced himself to relax, to focus on Jared and the minister and tune out the sea of people looking his way. He told himself they were friends and family, they must be there to wish them well, not to gawk. It didn't really work, though, he still felt discomfited.

Jared and Jensen stopped on a carpet of rose petals from the kids' baskets when they reached Reverend Thompson, who smiled warmly at them and began to say to the words of the service. The minister gestured for the congregation to be seated before continuing. Jensen caught the movement from the corner of his eye as everyone sat down, and attempted to compose himself.

"We gather today for the joining of Jared and Jensen in the bond of matrimony. We are here to celebrate love. To face the world of “No, you can't” and “It is not done" with other words. We are here to say “Yes love can!" and "Yes love does!” Today the world is invited to witness and solemnize a love between two people, love that binds them together and makes them one."

Jensen made an effort to concentrate on his words in spite of the stares he could still feel. Either Jared noticed, or he was nervous too, because he shifted closer.

"We have all been invited to witness the partnership they are forging, their pledge to be true, to respect one another, and grow through the years together. Time may pass, fortune may smile, trials may come; no matter what they may encounter, the vow they make here today to face it together will be the beginning of a life long journey of love and commitment. We have been chosen to honor their willingness to make their home in each others' hearts from this day forward." Reverend Thompson continued, "The reading is by Jim Beaver."

Jim rose from his seat, looking neat and scrubbed, and took his position at the lectern. He cleared his throat once, and pulled out a pair of reading glasses. "Today's reading is from Ecclesiastes, chapter 4, verses 9 to 12," he said, cleared his throat again, looked out over the sea of faces, his expression serious. "Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their toil. For if they fall, one will lift up his fellow; but woe to him who is alone when he falls and has not another to lift him up. Again, if two lie together, they are warm; but how can one be warm alone? And though a man might prevail against one who is alone, two will withstand him."

Jensen caught Jared's eye. The reading had expressed exactly what he felt: that they were stronger together than apart. He felt his heart lift, and in a moment of clarity, realized he was going to have to hold it together for both of them.

The minister nodded as Jim took his seat again, and continued, "Marriage should not be entered into lightly, but thoughtfully. With it are both deep joys and heavy responsibilities. Please remember that your miracle lies in the path you have chosen together. Enter into marriage knowing that the true magic of love is not to avoid changes, but to navigate them successfully. Commit to the miracle of making each day work together, for no human ties are more important or more tender." He smiled, "Please face each other."

Jared turned and faced Jensen, automatically holding Jensen's elbow as he half turned himself to face Jared. Much as he hated the need, Jensen was so fucking grateful for that little piece of assistance as he coaxed his feet to move in the required direction.

"Jared, please repeat after me:

"Today I, Jared Tristan Padalecki, join my life to yours as your friend, your lover, and your confidant. Let me be the shoulder you lean on, the rock on which you rest, the companion of your life. With you I will walk my path from this day forward to the end of my days."

Jared took a breath, looked at Jensen, repeated the words, a slight tremor in his voice, his eyes serious with concentration, giving Jensen a little grin as he finished.

The minister then turned to Jensen and said, "Today I, Jensen Ross Ackles, join my life to yours as your friend, your lover, and your confidant. Let me be the shoulder you lean on, the rock on which you rest, the companion of your life. With you I will walk my path from this day forward to the end of my days."

Jensen repeated them, looking up in to Jared's eyes, voice low and steady, his expression calm, almost serene, and smiled as he finished.

"Do you have the rings?"

"Yes, I have them," Chris answered, pulled the box out of his coat pocket, handed over the two rings - a matching but not identical set.

"Let these rings be a sign of unbroken love. Please repeat after me:

"Jared, I offer myself to you today. I will always love you, respect you and be faithful to you and I give you this ring, in token of my commitment and love."

Chris stepped forward to assist, carefully molded Jared's ring into Jensen's fingers, making sure he had hold of it properly so that it wouldn't fall. He held Jensen's arm steady for a moment so that he could feed it onto Jared's finger as he repeated the words. They'd practiced having Jensen pick up the ring, attempting to place it on Chris's finger a number of times, but the results had been far from satisfactory, ranging from a complete inability to grasp the small gold band, to dropping it, to not being able to maneuver it onto the finger. It had been frustrating, but Jensen had finally had to concede defeat and admit he was going to need help. But he hadn't wanted Jared to have to help him put on his own wedding band, which is where Chris had stepped in.

Reverend Thompson turned to Jared then. "Jared, would you please repeat after me:

"Jensen, I offer myself to you today. I will always love you, respect you and be faithful to you and I give you this ring, in token of my commitment and love." Jared repeated the words, pushed the ring onto Jensen's ring finger, kept his hands there, holding onto Jensen's. Jensen couldn't help feeling that he was probably grinning like an idiot, his smile a reflection of the one on Jared's face.

"Now that you have joined yourselves formally in matrimony, may you strive all of your lives to meet this contract with the same sense of love and commitment. Oh God, we call down your blessings on Jared and Jensen and ask that their days be long, and be seasoned with love, understanding, and respect. And may all of us be blessed by Your love as it shines through them all of their lives. It is now with great pleasure that I pronounce you spouses for life. You may kiss."

There was applause as Jared changed his grip, pulled Jensen in close, wrapped arms around him, and kissed him. That was the cue for more music. Jared released Jensen, stepped back a little and took his arm to walk out to the opening chords of one of Chris's original songs, More Than I Deserve. Chris's choice again, but it summed up a lot of what they both felt, like they'd been given a second chance, and they were both determined not to mess it up this time.


Jared gently guided Jensen into the area that had been set aside for the formal photographs. Beth had already set up her equipment , including placing two chairs in the center of the backdrop. It seemed she'd figured it'd be less of an issue if they were both seated--she knew Jensen too well to do anything else. Jared was both pleased and relieved to see that she was prepared for them--it was good to have a photographer who was all too well aware that Jensen was likely to protest any preferential treatment. Jared could already feel Jensen faltering somewhat as he assisted him into one of the chairs. He'd been on his feet a lot longer than usual, and Jared was well aware there could be repercussions. He sat down beside Jensen, wrapped an arm around his shoulders and murmured, "You good?" in his ear while Beth fussed with the camera.

Jensen leaned into Jared's side, reached for Jared's hand and wrapped his fingers around it. "Yeah, 'm good." He cocked his head to smile up at Jared, eyes crinkling, just as Beth's flash went off, and Jared would be damned if he didn't think that was going to be the photo of the night--he could see the love shining in Jensen's eyes like a tangible thing.

"That? Was a beautiful shot." Beth's smile was affectionate, almost motherly, "Now tilt your chin down just a little, Jared." She continued to call out suggestions, occasionally stepping over to reposition an arm or a leg or a hand. At first Jared was really concentrating, trying to follow her directions, wanting these to be perfect, but then Jensen started making faces whenever Beth changed out a lens or stopped to fuss, and Jared finally had to clamp a hand over his mouth, trying not to laugh.

Beth arched one eyebrow, "Jensen, knock it off or I'm going to double the price."

Jensen gave her his best wide-eyed innocent look, and Jared really did lose it. Beth let out an exasperated sigh, "I give up. I'm going to get the rest of the wedding party."

Jensen waited until the door shut behind her, twisted so he could press his lips against Jared's jaw. "Dude, you might want to get it together, these are our wedding photos."

Jared stopped laughing, and turned so he could gaze into Jensen's eyes. He could hear everything that Jensen wasn't saying, knew Jensen was trying to help him relax, but everybody was going to be bursting through that door in a minute and he had one thing he really wanted to say, one thing he needed Jensen to hear, that he hadn't vowed in front of their friends; it was just between them. Gathering Jensen's hands into his, he brushed a soft kiss over the knuckles. He took a deep breath, spoke quickly. "Jensen? Look, I know you said you didn't want to use traditional vows, and I get why, but I want to say it anyway. You saved me, you know. You've taken me for better or for worse, and," he had to swallow hard, because there was suddenly a lump in his throat, "I do take you in sickness and in health. Marrying you is--"

Right then the door opened, and the entire wedding party poured in, everybody talking and laughing, while the kids all started vying rather vocally to be the first to have their picture taken.

Jensen moved his head, his lips brushing Jared's ear, "Me, too."


They emerged from the taking photos a half an hour later, and were immediately converged on by several men in suits, who turned out to be part of the resort's catering staff. The catering staff rounded up the wedding party with the brisk efficiency of sheep dogs, herded everybody down a short hall, and through another door into the reception hall. It was a large room, with a dance floor in the center, and a wall of windows that looked out towards the snow-covered Dollar Mountain. Jared's eyes, however, went straight to the small open bar on one side and he briefly hesitated.

Shit. Maybe he shouldn't been so adamant that he was OK with there being alcohol served at the reception.

Neil's hand brushed against Jared's shoulder for a second, and at the same time Jensen caught Jared's eye. Jared raised his chin, gave them both a small nod to let them know he was all right. Of course, that just meant Neil and Jensen exchanged a look, before Neil followed his husband over to their assigned table. Jared whispered, "I'm all right." as he steered Jensen over to head table, which was the one table that had wooden chairs with padded seats instead of the slighter fancier sloped-back chairs. Somebody must've said something to the catering staff as well, because one of the men in suits materialized, set a couple of glasses of water on the table--one only half full, with no ice. Jared made sure Jensen was seated, then sat down himself.

The catering staff must've been waiting for them to sit down, the rest of the staff appeared. seemed to appear out of nowhere, carrying plates of food. Choosing the wedding menu had been one of the easier decisions, they'd both immediately agreed on the quesadillas and fajitas. A waiter set two plates in front of them--Jensen's plate slightly bigger, the food carefully cut small and arranged neatly, and Jared made a mental note that he really needed to find a way to thank Beth's friend personally, she apparently had taken care of everything. He took a bite of his own shrimp and chicken quesadilla, and blinked because it actually had some kick. It was also really, really good.


There was a sudden loud thud through the PA, and Jensen and Jared both looked toward at the bandstand. Jeffrey Dean Morgan, who had been roped into the job of MC, had keyed the mike, tapped his finger on it loudly to get everyone's attention. He grinned. "Now that I have your attention," he said, "it's time for the boooooorrrrrring part of the evening." Grinned again at the collective moan of the guests and winked at the pair at the center of the main table. "So, without any more ado, I'm going to hand you over to Chris for the first of the speeches." There was a momentary delay as Traci, Jennifer's eldest, ran the mike across the room from the bandstand to Chris, where he sat beside Jensen at the head table.

Chris stood thinking for a moment, waiting for silence. He took a breath. "It's been quite a few months, hasn't it," he said by way of preamble in his soft, southern accent, "No one could've thought back in June when Jared came back to LA that by Christmas we'd be hearing wedding bells."

There was a momentary delay as someone from the back yelled out, "Ding dong!"

Chris grinned, "Yeah, all right, thanks for that." He gathered himself again. "I'm going to be honest here, I had my doubts when Jared... forced his way back into Jensen's life."

"Yeah, with your fists," Jared heckled him, a smile on his face.

"I'll see you afterwards, Padalecki," Chris quipped back quickly, no malice in the words. "Can I continue?" he asked.

"Feel free," Jared responded, making a go ahead gesture. He leaned back in his chair, laughing, an arm around Jensen's shoulders. He felt the shake of Jensen's amusement and his smile grew larger.

"I'm pleased to say I've been proven wrong, and, well, that's why we're all here, isn't it?" He waited while there were affirmative responses from around the room. "Whatever their past history--and I'm not going to go into that--these two guys, well, together they make one helluva team. I'm happy to say they seem to bring out the best in each other. So, I'd now like to propose a toast to the happy couple."

"The happy couple!"

Jared raised his champagne glass of sparkling apple juice, tapped it against Jensen's glass of the same, trying not to wince at the taste. Jared loved his sugar, but he'd never been fond of the overly-saccharine taste of apple juice, and the bubbles just made it worse. However, all in a good cause. And damnit, being in a roomful of alcohol just made worse. Jared had been fighting off the craving all night so far, hadn't realized how hard it would be. He should've listened to Ty and Jensen's suggestion not to have any alcohol, but he hadn't wanted to deny their guests.

Jared accepted the microphone from Chris, reaching across Jensen to take it. He stood, gathering himself. "Thank you, Kane. I'll see you later as well," he finally said, and Chris just grinned back. "It's been quite a six months, hasn't it." He almost quoted Chris's opening words, grinned out at the guests. "OK." Looked down at Jensen then back out over the gathering. "When I came back to LA in June, one of the things on my to-do list was getting back in touch with this guy." He patted Jensen's shoulder. "He didn't make it easy. I mean, everyone had heard the rumors, right? About both of us. As it turned out, only one lot was true--and that was about me." He took a deep breath, "We've both had our issues in the years between Supernatural and now. So, uh, what was I saying? Oh yes, getting back in touch with Jensen. He didn't make it easy." Jared repeated, smiled down at him, and found himself distracted by Jensen's answering smile. He pulled his eyes away, resisted the temptation to say something about how royally he had screwed things up in the past. "I kinda had to force the issue." "Yeah, the way to my heart has always been through every cake shop in LA and barbecue from the Salt Lick," Jensen's tone was dry, his eyes openly laughing.

"Well, I'm sure glad I did." Jared had to throw it in, " Of course, little did I know that I'd be getting myself involved in some whacked out commune." There were laughs from around the room. "But hey, whatever, right?" He steadied himself, became more serious. "Jensen, you're the best thing in my life. I love you with my whole heart, and if anything's gonna keep me on the straight and narrow, it's knowing I have you at my side. And I know they really have no say in what you do, but I want to thank your family as well for letting me have you." He raised his glass, "To Jensen and the Ackles Family! Thank you for having me back."

He couldn't restrain the grimace at the taste of the apple juice this time. Took a small sip and sat down. He was surprised when Jensen leaned towards him, reached out with his good hand and pulled him in for a long kiss.

"Ew, that's yucky!" A child's voice - KC, Jared thought. There was more laughter from around the room.

Jensen pulled back a little. "My turn," he said softly, glancing at the mike.

Jared nodded at the unspoken request. He stood, helped Jensen's to his feet, wrapped him in a hug, and held Jensen's good hand around the microphone with both of his.

"Everyone havin' a good time?" Jensen grinned at the responding laughs and catcalls. "Back in June, this guy here," he turned his head, looked at Jared, "came back to LA, and with all the skill and tact of a bull in a china shop, came barging back into my life, stirring things up like he's always done." He waited for the laughter to die down, "Neither of us is who we once were. But in some... many ways, that's a good thing. In the past, well--saying we both screwed things up is probably an understatement. But I think we have truly moved past that. These last six months, in so many ways, have been the best of my life. Sure, we're making mistakes, but they're not the monumental failures that plagued us the last time around." And how good it felt to get this stuff out in the open. "Jared completes me, he pulls me out of my narrow world, and for that I thank him.

"He's my rock." Jensen smiled. "Hell, he even feels like a rock." He shivered as Jared laughed softly in his ear. "I've said it before and I'll say it again, he's about as soft and cuddly as a steel security door, but I'll be damned if that security door doesn't have a heart as soft as marshmallow." Jensen took a breath, leaned into Jared's chest. Thought for a moment. "Anyway, before this all gets maudlin or goes to Jared's head, which is already big enough," he turned his head, catching Jared's eye, "I'd like to propose a toast - to Jared and my new in-laws, clan Padalecki."

Once everybody had toasted, Megan stood up and gestured for the microphone. Jared handed it back to Chris, and he and Jensen sat back down. If Jensen had been trying to stop things from getting too maudlin, he'd failed, because everybody now had to have a turn, and the comments were becoming more and more emotional.

Krystal finally intercepted the mike, taking it from Josh. "Finally. I was beginning to think there was a conspiracy to silence me. Now that all of you said what is expected at these events, I am going to interject some truth. After all, I have to work with that guy over there. " She let the laughter die down. "Actually, I have a story to tell. As most of you know, Dennis and I met with Jensen nearly six years ago, and when we were driving back to the office, Dennis and I talked it over and decided Jensen might bring some valuable insight into how we were restructuring the company. And then about a month after we hired Jensen, I ran into Ivan, who used to do the CGI for Supernatural." She turned and put a hand on her hip, "And he reminded me of a certain interview. What did you say in that interview, Jensen?"

"I might have referred to Ivan and his guys as nerds. A couple of times." Jensen put a hand up in self-defense, "But I have learned the error of my ways."

"This from the man who matched his wedding to his company's colors." Krystal said it sweetly, then dropped the act and smiled, "Well, Robin and the rest of the 'nerds' wanted to do something special for you and Jared for your wedding. So Greendog had a contest."

Jensen gave a Jared a sharp look, and he shook his head, because this was a surprise to him too.

"For the best design for a cake topper. Which we have had created in loving detail." Krystal paused, looked around the room, "Who wants to see these two cut the cake?"

There was applause and cheering, and this must've been a signal to the catering staff, because a moment later, two waiters rolled out a cart with an enormous five tiered cake. Jensen threw back his head, laughing, while Jared just stared at the topper.

He and Jensen were in the Impala, with a green sheepdog hanging its head out the back window.

"Um, wow." Jared got to his feet, trying to find words. He was suddenly thinking of all the hours he and Jensen spent on the set in the cars on Supernatural, and he had to swallow the lump in his throat. "Uh, thank you." He realized then that Jensen was pushing himself to his feet, and reached over, sliding his hand under Jensen's elbow. "So, I, uh, guess we, um, got a cake to cut."

Jennifer had pulled a camcorder out, and Jensen turned, looking straight into it."Sorry, Jared's smooth as always. That? Is truly an awesome cake topper. And it brings back a lot of memories, a lot of really good memories. So thank you, it means a lot, to both of us."

The wedding planner really had thought of everything, because there were even two dotted lines on the bottom tier, where they were supposed to make the first cuts. Jared took the knife, let Jensen wrap his hand around it, then guided it down. Made a second cut, then Jared reached down and picked up the slice of cake while the caterers discreetly removed the cake topper and the top layer, so it could be saved for later.

He held the piece so Jensen could take a bite. Jared couldn't resist any longer, leaned down. He meant to just steal a quick kiss, but this was Jensen, his husband. The guy who'd given him a second chance and he lost himself for a second, tasting the frosting and the richness of the chocolate cake--

A voice came from the back of the room, "Hey, when are we going to get some of that cake?"

Jensen pulled back, leaving his good hand on Jared's chest. "Wait your turn!" he mock-growled.

What the hell, they were only going to get married once.Jared grabbed Jensen's other hand, tugged him in for another long kiss, only half-listening to the cheers in the crowd. Finally broke it off, "All right, now we can pass out the cake."

Part 2
18th-Feb-2011 07:48 pm (UTC)
This...was awesome, and exactly what I needed to cheer me up on a cold Friday night. I love this 'verse, it's the triumph of hope that things can get better. Thank you for this great chapter..and for the rest that are yet to come LOL
18th-Feb-2011 09:06 pm (UTC)
Wow, you're quick. :D Glad you liked it.
18th-Feb-2011 08:56 pm (UTC)
Aww, I love this! So good to see the boys getting to have this. Great job!
18th-Feb-2011 09:07 pm (UTC)
Another fast one. Glad you enjoyed.
18th-Feb-2011 09:16 pm (UTC)
So excited to see more from this verse. You guys continue to amaze me with this story.
18th-Feb-2011 09:25 pm (UTC)
We kinda amazed ourselves with this one. Believe me when I say there's an awful lotta words to come...

Glad you enjoyed.
19th-Feb-2011 04:21 am (UTC)
This is really beautiful. Yay for married J2! Their vows are especially lovely.
19th-Feb-2011 04:37 am (UTC)
There was much research and discussion of the vows. I really liked the ones we used as well. Happy it worked for you.
19th-Feb-2011 06:39 pm (UTC)
Wonderful update for my favorite verse! Fantasic written! Looking forward to the next update! ;-) THX
27th-Feb-2011 01:19 am (UTC)
Always glad to please. :)
20th-Feb-2011 08:50 pm (UTC) - And be yourself.... 1
Battlements is a verse I do like to read things from, as this of course.
27th-Feb-2011 01:19 am (UTC) - Re: And be yourself.... 1
Yeah, Battlements is one of my favourite reads. Glad you liked it.
21st-Feb-2011 05:35 pm (UTC)
aw, lovely, you guys!
27th-Feb-2011 01:19 am (UTC)
Thank you. :)
27th-Feb-2011 01:15 am (UTC)
Aww..lovely! I might have got a little teary eyed there ;-)
27th-Feb-2011 01:17 am (UTC)
And a box of tissues over here. Glad you liked it. :)

Edited at 2011-02-27 01:20 am (UTC)
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