Sunday Ficcing: End of Out of Control (PT II)
The wind whipped up and mingled with its whistles were screams and yells from the den.
Some cared, and others stayed away, waiting to see the outcome.
**
Katie and Sandy followed the scent of the baby. They slipped stealthily up the stairs. They didn’t really need to be stealthy. The house was full of grunts and moans. It seemed the occupants of the room were a little distracted.
They walked into the bedroom to see Sammarie in the crib on one side of the room and a writhing mess on a bed on the other side.
Sandy was a little ball of rage. She clenched her fists, disgusted and ready.
“Lookie,” Katie said dryly. “A whore fucking. How shocking.”
The two bodies on the bed stopped.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Stephen said angrily, head popping up from under the blanket.
Sandy breathed to calm herself and went over to the crib and picked up Sammarie who buried her head in Sandy’s neck. Sandy made comforting noises as she rocked the girl, soothing her.
She ignored the two people in the bed, just making sure that Sammarie was okay. She murmured that it was okay, holding on to her daughter. Katie stood watch, ensuring that nobody moved.
It was a minute before Sandy turned to the rest of the room.
Sandy kissed the top of Sammarie’s head and then passed her to Katie.
The maternal posture was gone. She looked at the other two people in the room as if they were the dirt on the bottom of her shoe.
“You gave me that little girl,” Sandy said, stepping forward. “You couldn’t get what you wanted from Jared so you left her with me. She was mine and then you sell her out to get some kind of prestige by fucking the fourth son at a second rate trash pack.”
Lauren looked at her and raised an eyebrow. “Like you’re so much better. You live for his crumbs without even asking for better.”
Sandy bared her teeth. “I treasured, I have everything. You are trash. I wouldn’t trust you to borrow my shoes. I would never ever trust you with a child, and it never crossed his mind either. Never.”
Lauren snorted.
“I’m taking my daughter back,” Sand said with deadly certainty.
“Doubtful,” Lauren said standing up, a head taller.
Sandy grinned. “I was hoping that you would say that.”
She wolfed out.
**
“Hi,” Jensen said to Billy and Daniel. “I’m going to kick your asses.”
They looked at each other.
“You? Just you?” Daniel asked.
He grinned at them, baring his teeth before attacking.
**
“You came here to drink?” Chris asked, taking on three of the Baldwin’s men and Jeff while Chad watched.
One lunged forward and Chris took him down. Another came on only to be met with a hard elbow in the larynx. Chris was fighting, in his element. He was mocking Chad, but he really didn’t want anyone to help him out at the moment. It had been so long since he had been involved in something so visceral. So real.
Part of him was more than okay with Chad sitting at the long table, helping himself to the cistern of wine, and propping his feet up.
“I came to watch Jared’s back, maybe by proxy Jensen’s, but probably not,” Chad said, looking over at where Jensen was more than holding his own. “This is some good wine. Besides, you have two partial cripples and Jeff is a wuss who ran away, so that kind of only leaves Dane and you just have to feint to his face and he goes down.”
Dane glared at Chad. Chris made a threatening face at him and Dane jumped back.
Chris laughed. “Kind of funny there, man.”
Chad kept an eye out on Jared. He sat up as Alec pulled out a cat-o-nine tails. “Fucker.”
“Yeah,” Chris said. “Keep an eye on him, these guys aren’t any problem.”
**
“Remember this?” Alec said, brandishing the whip fondly. “You would be bad so often because you loved it so much.”
Jared swallowed.
He was taller than Alec now. He was broader.
He had never realized that before.
He wasn’t the boy who Alec had known. He was a grown up now. He could feel Jensen’s anger. His rage. He could feel the punches that Jensen landed. He could feel the crazy.
Jared realized that he wasn’t just fighting for his life; that would be easy enough. He was fighting for the whole thing. He was fighting for a future with Jensen, he was fighting for his children, he was fighting for the most loyal friends anyone could ever ask for.
Jared looked at the whip that had torn him to shreds back when he thought that he didn’t have any kind of say in life; back when he was helpless.
And he smiled.
He cocked his head towards Jensen who was doing a great job of taking on both of the younger Baldwin brothers.
“My mate,” Jared said with pride, let every bit of awe that he felt about Jensen creep into his voice, just the name in this horrific place gave him chills. “He doesn’t know how to stop. He will fight it until he kills them or he is dead. Let me tell you that it isn’t going to be him who goes down and I’m not going to say a word to stop him. Right now you’re watching yourself lose your inner circle. I’m going to let you watch and then I’m going to tear your throat out so you never hurt anyone ever again.”
Alec’s eyes registered a little bit of uncertainty, but he maintained his composure and tipped his glass to Jared.
“What a way to go.”
**
“You’ve gotta get up,” Chris said, looking at the door. “Looks like big brother called for reinforcements.”
In the door were a few big burly men; overgrown mutts who looked like they could pack quite a punch. Jeff was nowhere to be seen.
Chad looked at the door and cracked his neck. “That yellow dog better run far and fast, ‘cause I’m going to break his many bones next time I see him.”
“Can you break the bones in front of you first or do you need help?” Chris asked.
“Well if you’re done with the two cripples and the pretty boy I think it might be nice if you help me with these eight,” Chad said evenly. “I’m good, but not that good.”
“I’m that good,” Chris informed him.
“Congratufluckinglations,” Chad said. “I hope that the bodyguard can do better than the errand boy. Now get over here.”
**
Alec flicked the whip.
It hit Jared, but he didn’t call out.
**
Jensen was being held by Daniel and pummeled by Billy. He looked almost like he was laying in the sun.
Finally, he flipped Daniel over his head on top of Billy. He kicked Billy in the face, wishing he had shoes.
Then he went down and put his hands around Daniel’s neck.
He looked over at Jared dancing with Alec. Alec flicked the whip, marking Jared’s skin.
He twisted Daniel’s neck and moved to Billy.
**
Jared looked over at the newcomers. Chris was doing a great job of keeping them off, but the odds weren’t great.
Jensen came over wiping his hands on a scrap that had been Billy’s when he had been alive.
“Stay,” Jared said low.
Jensen planted his feet, but looked ready to spring.
“If you need someone to help you I understand” Alec asked in his most patronizing voice. “Are you getting scared? All you have to do is submit and I’ll pull off all my dogs and you’ll spend the rest of your life screaming.”
“Don’t you know, Alec?” Jared asked scornfully.
“Know what, little one?” Alec answered with a raised eyebrow.
“I have everything. I have loyalty and love. I have the territory,” Jared told him.
“How touching,” Alec replied.
“I am going to take everything that is yours in the next four minutes,” Jared retorted. “Including your breath.”
Jared looked at Alec and grinned.
For the first time in his life he saw Alec visibly shaken, realizing that perhaps this time wasn’t going to go in his favor.
Then Jared wolfed out.
**
They walked out of the main building minutes later. Chad’s nose was busted and bleeding while Chris looked untouched. Jensen’s hair was in every direction, but the only marks on his body, besides red, were the marks that Jared had left. Jared was wild, his mouth was covered in blood, and the rain began to wash it off as they walked across the lot, blood dripping down his chest.
The rest of the crew were waiting by some vans.
“We’re stealing these,” Hartley told them. “We can’t carry the baby in the rain.
“It’s done?” Jared asked.
“Everyone is cleared out,” Hartley acknowledged. “In there?”
“Dead,” Jared said with finality.
“Let’s go and blow this place,” Hartley said.
Jared looked at Jensen, could feel the hunger the antsy ness in the connection. They needed some things. They need to get something out before they could go home, and they both knew it. They both were in sync now.
“We’re running,” Jared said, rolling his shoulders. “Meet you at the compound. Call dad, I want the kids there tonight.”
Jared changed and ran, Jensen on his heels.
**
The rain poured down as lightning streaked through the sky. Jensen followed on Jared’s heels, having no idea where he was, but not caring. He was going to follow Jared wherever he was going.
Jared shifted and kept running, bare feet on the ground. Jensen caught up to him and tackled him.
Jared’s hands pulled Jensen’s mouth to his and used it as his lifeline, hands pulling Jensen’s hard body to his.
Jared rolled him over.
“I know you’re sore, baby,” Jared said, biting along Jensen’s shoulder. “Please, I need —“
“Fuck me,” Jensen said, bucking up into him. They were both running on adrenaline and hard as shit, so it wasn’t going to take long. It wasn’t about satisfaction, but rather it was about need.
Jensen was slick with water and sweat, still loose from earlier. He still hissed at the burn of being full of Jared. He was sore, but the need was more than pain.
The noises that they made were wild, purely animal as they clung together. The lightning and the thunder rumbled the earth beneath them.
And in the distance, the Baldwin’s den burned to the ground.
**
Daylight came and Jensen and Jared walked back into Jared’s home.
Chad was cleaning out the pool, picking up the debris and tree limbs that had been thrown around.
Upon seeing them, Chad let out a whistle. Everyone came pouring out of the houses.
Jared saw Sandy carrying Sammarie and he ran to her and held the girl close.
Sophia came out with clothes for the both of them and Jensen began to pull on the shorts.
“Hey baby girl,” Jared was saying to the little thing in his arms.
“Be careful, daddy,” Katie advised. “You’re getting her dirty.”
“I don’t care,” Jared said, a real smile crossing his face.
Hartley was the last to arrive, hanging up his phone as he came onto the patio.
“What’s the word?” Jared asked him.
Hartley fiddled with his phone. Jared turned towards Jensen, exchanging a glance. It wasn’t anything that they didn’t know was coming. In fact they had been waiting for this. This is what their fight had been for. To prove that they belonged.
Jared stood tall. Jensen stood next him. Sammarie slept soundly in Jared’s arms, safe. The crew stood around, waiting for the pronouncement of what they knew to be inevitable.
“Your dad didn’t come back,” Hartley said.
“He stayed with the elders,” Jared said quietly.
“Yeah,” Hartley said softly.
“Yeah,” Jared said.
Jensen looked up at him. “What does that mean?”
“I’m Lead Alpha. It’s all mine now,” Jared said. Raising an eyebrow, he turned towards Jensen. “You with me?”
“You and me,” Jensen told him. “We’re in this until we’re done.”
Jared grinned. “And it starts. Today, life started.”
They grinned at each other manically.
**
“Where the fuck is he?” Hartley asked as he paced across the floor.
“He’s at Jagger’s game,” Jensen said, hunched over a computer.
Chad had an odd smile on his face. “He’s keeping the leaders of the other packs waiting for a random soccer game.”
“You all are almost a disappointment,” Chris said from the corner, yawning.
“Two weeks ago we did some damage to a rival pack,” Jensen pointed out.
Chris looked pointedly at the picture on Jensen’s desk. Jagger had drawn it. It was in marker and had a picture of Jensen at a computer with blood dripping off his mouth.
Jensen looked uncomfortable. “I couldn’t hurt his feelings.”
“I would like to point out that the triplets like to play Chris,” Sophia said with a laugh. “They like to fight really fast and then stand with their arms crossed.”
“Yeah, I’m totally offended that I’m the least favorite father,” Jared announced as he breezed in. “The new guys come in and steal my son’s affections. Where is my suit?”
Everybody in the room stood up straight when Jared walked in. They were his people, but they were still getting used to the fact that he was elevated to leader of the pack, not just their merry band. The pack had sworn allegiance and he was being recognized by the leaders of the other Texas packs that afternoon. Out of a long born instinct they showed him more than due respect.
“Seriously, that will never stop freaking me out, so can you please stop doing that?” Jared asked as Misha handed him his dry cleaning.
Misha shrugged. “Get used to it, boss.”
“Don’t worry. We’ll always remember how you used to cry when you dropped your ice cream,” Chad placated.
“I love me some ice cream,” Jared sighed.
Jared shucked his shirt and reached for his pants.
Everybody halted.
“Boss,” Katie said from the corner. “You’re making us all real uncomfortable.”
Jared paused and raised an eyebrow. “This is nothing I haven’t done a million times.”
They all looked at each other.
Finally it was Misha who spoke. “Yeah, we’re weirded out by the fact that we suddenly are all a cult-like following too. Can we just give you reports while you are half naked and then go and greet the delegations while you finish?”
Jared fiddled with his belt buckle, an impish smile on his face.
“The additions to the compound are going nicely,” Chad said quickly. “You will have your house back from the women and children in two weeks. Which is good because Misha and Chris sharing a house is weird and Hartley freaks if I leave the television on. He’s such a pain in the ass.”
Hartley’s jaw dropped. “You leave Real Housewives of some goddamned city on at full blast at three am. Give me a break!”
“Let’s see if we can move up the building schedule,” Jared said with a laugh.
Hartley rolled his yes. “All deals are running, and I think Jensen is maybe using roofies on some of the clients because they should not be going through as smoothly as they were, but things are well under control and our Q3 profits are going to knock your socks off.”
“You having sex with them to get deals done?” Jared asked Jensen with faux seriousness.
“I think you’d know,” Jensen said, looking back down at the monitor. “I don’t know where I’d find the time, I’m always about five feet from you.”
“We have run off all of Baldwin’s and Chamber’s men into the ether,” Katie said with a smile. “They’re running scared.”
Jared just smiled. “Good girl.”
“Internal pack morale is good,” Sophia added. “We’re going to have to add some things that we are going to have to put up for judgment, but it’s only minor things. I can show you a list, but most of it is pretty intuitive.”
“I trust you,” Jared said. “Just bring me the worrisome ones.”
He turned and looked at Misha. “And the word on the street?”
“You are well beloved,” Misha said. “Everybody was worried that Jeff would take over.”
Jared raised a questioning eyebrow.
“No word,” Misha added. “None at all. Big brother is running very scared.”
Jared looked down at his belt buckle.
“We’ll take care of it when we can,” Jensen said softly from the desk. “Nothing to worry about now.”
Jared ground his teeth.
“I’ve had three ruckuses to deal with,” Chris interrupted with a smile. “I think people understand what I’m all about now.”
“I hope you don’t look like you enjoy it that much when you are with them,” Jared snorted.
“No sir,” Chris said with a little mocking. “I’m serious and scary.”
Jared snorted again. “Okay, all people who are bothered by me disrobing, get out. I have ten minutes to change and meet with the other leaders.”
Everyone stood up quickly.
“Seriously, guys,” Jared said as they started to file out. “You have seen me naked plenty.”
Chad turned around. “Yeah, but now you are the leader of the area and Jensen gets all growly. We’d rather not.”
Jared turned around and Jensen was leaning back, hands behind his head, looking completely unaffected.
“Growly?” Jared asked.
“Mine,” Jensen told him simply.
Jared rolled his eyes and took off his jeans and reached for his suit.
“You have anything to say?” Jared asked, buttoning up his shirt.
“Nice view,” Jensen offered.
Jensen was just watching.
“Yeah, cause you are so just the piece of arm candy.” Jared laughed. “Nothing has happened in the last two weeks without you having your fingers in it; I’m kind of impressed. I’m thinking that I’m going to sit back and just let everybody else handle everything.”
Jensen stood up. “Your fingers have been right next to mine. You didn’t need this little download. You have your transition on lock down.”
Jensen picked up the tie and put it around Jared’s neck.
“I’m nervous,” Jared admitted quietly. “I’m suddenly allowed at the adults table.”
“My father is there,” Jensen told him. “Josh gave word this morning. Everything is going to go great. None of them are going to challenge you.”
Jared bit his lip. “I’m twenty six; most of them have been doing this longer than I’ve been alive.”
Jensen cupped Jared’s face. “They all started somewhere.”
Jared nodded. “Goddamn. This is the big time.”
Jensen smiled. “Buck up, I mated you because you were going to be important.”
“Liar,” Jared said with a smile.
Jensen’s answering smile showed just how untrue his statement had been.
“So if it’s too big, we can always run away,” Jensen said with a half smile. “Leave the territory, take the money, and live in some sunny locale.”
“Sounds like fun,” Jared said with a bit of interest.
“Yeah, but we worked pretty hard to get here. Be a pity to waste it,” Jensen pointed out.
Jared nodded. “Fair enough.”
He took a step back, held out his arms, and slowly rotated in a circle.
“How do I look?” Jared asked, nervousness sliding under his cool exterior.
Jensen looked at his mate, every stitch perfectly in place, nothing amiss that he was nervous or half an hour ago he was cheering on seven year olds on the soccer field.
He was the young leader of one of the most prominent packs in the western hemisphere.
Jensen smiled. “Like a leader.”
A/N: Thank you so much for reading this. I've had a lot of fun!