FIC: The Space Between
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paulacasTitle: The Space Between
Author: YanzaDracan
Fandom: Kane RPS
Pairing: Vampire!Steven/Chris with a side of Jensen/JDM
Rating: FRA
Summary: Request for a long Vampire!Steve fic got me combining my four c_f’s then filling in the story around them. Someone asked how Steven and Chris got back together, so my brain started rolling that around along with all the other tenants in my brain. These energizer plot bunnies are killin’ me.
“Just how much do you and beautiful Jensen love each other, Christian?” A low raspy voice asked a breath away from his ear.
“That is none of your fuckin’ business, darlin’.” Chris growled right back.
Anger flared at Christian’s defiance.
“It is very much my business. You are mine, Christian Kane.”
The hunt was on. Supernatural was on hiatus, Christian and Jensen were putting the final touches on the band’s tour. Steven and Jeffrey began their quest to win back their mortals.
They had the schedule and were ensconced in Steven’s office to map out their travel plans.
“Places where they’re appearing several days in a row will be no problem.” Steven tapped his bottom lip as he worked the schedule in his head. “The one night stands may not be possible to attend.”
He heard his sire growl.
“I know Kane did this on purpose to keep me from Jensen.”
“We don’t know that. They could have planned this together knowing how limited we are on travel time.” Steven went back to the airline schedules.
“Their longest stops are Tulsa and Dallas. More than likely to give them time with their families before Jensen goes back to Vancouver.” Steven considered his sire. “You never said how you managed filming with Jensen.”
“Jensen is the ultimate professional, the closer we got to wrapping, the intensity of the scenes was wearing badly on him, and luckily my scenes were shot after sunset.” Jeffrey sighed as he threw himself into the leather arm chair.
“Off camera he was skittish as a wood’s colt.” He scrubbed his hands over his face. “Jared and his mutts were a formidable blockade.”
He glared at Steven’s chuckle.
“I see you had it worse than I. Christian simply refused to acknowledge my presence.” The blond sighed heavily.
As much as his vampire side enjoyed the chase on which Christian was leading him, the rest of him was tired and simply wanted the comfort of his home and mate.
“Perhaps we should leave them in peace.” Steven suggested.
Jeffrey leaned forward eyes intent on his childe.
“Steven, are you giving up?”
He looked at the younger vampire with fresh eyes. Steven was paler than normal—less vital than usual.
“Are you feeding?” Brown eyes narrowed.
Steven waved off his concern.
“Yes I’m feeding, but I find it less than satisfying.”
Jeffrey sat up straighter. This was bad. If Steven was starting to pine for what he thought lost, he could lose his childe.
“I’m not giving up…it’s been a year…it just seems inevitable. Christian is most stubborn…” He trailed off, eyes not seeing the page before him.
Jeffrey had heard enough. It was time to fight dirty. He dropped his voice so it was low and hypnotic.
“He smells like him all the time.” The dark voice teased.
“Who?” Blue eyes came back into focus.
“Jensen and Christian. They always smell like each other.”
“But…Christian said they were not…” Steven remembered the times he’d seen them together.
Always they were touching, brushing together, making contact. Anger pushed away the depression.
“You think?” There was a growl before Steven paused. “No, Christian would not lie about that.”
The low voice was back in his ear.
“Perhaps Christian is not your mate. They are together constantly, heads together, whispering.”
Jeffrey continued to taunt Steven’s vampire nature, trying to shake him out of his lethargy. Even as his words provoked Steven, they also provoked his own nature that saw Jensen as his. He calmed himself with the thought that if Steven got Christian to surrender, then Jensen would be alone and vulnerable. For him.
Unless Christian pulled Jensen along with him. The younger vampire could end up with both mortals. Hearing himself growl brought Jeffrey out of his thoughts to see Steven watching him closely.
“What?” The elder’s voice was defensive.
Steve smirked knowingly. “I could keep them both.”
With another growl, Jeffrey snatched the airline schedules off the desk.
“Not happening. Now let’s figure this out.”
The vampires had to settle for making every other city until they got to Tulsa. After Dallas they would be back in LA, and Jensen would be heading to Vancouver to film Supernatural’s third season. They had the bones of a plan.
By the time they got to Tulsa, Chris and Jensen were showing the strain of being pursued by the vampires. Staying with Chris’ family gave the men much needed breathing room.
On their last night, they sat after their sound check working on the set list for Dallas. The rest of the band had gone to dinner so Chris and Jensen ordered take-out while they worked in the backstage lounge.
Heads bowed over the sheet music, there was barely a breath between them as the music consumed them. It came to a nerve jangling stop when Jensen looked up. Standing just inside the lounge door was Jeffrey and Steven. At Jensen’s gasp, Chris looked up.
“Jenny what’s…?” His words died when he saw who had his partner’s attention.
He carefully put his guitar away as he stepped between Jensen and the vampires.
Tired of feeling hunted; tired of Jen waking from nightmares of his time with Weatherly; tired of burnt out emotions attempting to rekindle, Kane came up with blue eyes blazing and fists clenched.
“What the fuck…” His voice trailed off at the touch of Jensen’s hand on his arm.
He saw the dark circles and the fatigue in the green eyes.
This tour was supposed to be relaxing, a chance away from LA and their vampire problems, but things were worse now than before they left.
“Let’s hear them out. I can’t keep doing this…I just can’t.” Jensen rested his forehead against Chris’ shoulder.
Jensen settled back in his chair while Chris remained standing, Jensen leaning into his side. Arms crossed over his chest, Chris glared at the immortals.
“So talk. It’d better be really fuckin’ good to cause all this fuckin’ misery.”
The vampires exchanged a guilty look before turning back to their mortals.
Jeffrey wished he could produce some of the composure he normally had in volatile situations, but all he could do was stare at Jensen. He knelt in front of the young man and started to reach for his hand. He was stopped when he heard Christian growl.
“Don’t you fuckin’ touch him. You don’t get to do that.”
Jensen reached out and wrapped his hand around the singer’s clenched fist.
Chris calmed considerably while Jeffrey and Steven marveled how Jensen’s touch not only soothed vampires, but angry humans as well. Jeffrey started again.
“Jensen,” He looked up at Chris. “Christian, Steven and I, we’re sorry. We handled this whole thing badly, but we can’t—we won’t give you up.”
Chris had been watching Steven while Jeffrey talked. The vampire looked almost as exhausted as Jensen.
Steven ached to touch what he’d been denied so long.
Chris cut Jeffrey off in mid sentence.
“What’s wrong with Steven?”
Both vampires looked blankly at Chris.
“He doesn’t feel right. What’s wrong?” His voice was impatient.
That’s when Steven felt it. Christian’s natural curiosity and empathy had lowered his defenses enough that the vampire could feel and read his emotions.
Jeffrey’s rough baritone sounded in Chris’ ear.
“You’re his mate. He pines for you. He doesn’t feed enough or rest enough. This is the first time in 500 years he’s found his mate.”
The whole time his sire spoke, Steven simply stood relishing in being able to connect with Christian again. For a year he’d been closed off—only allowing Jensen inside his walls. These past few minutes he felt himself—whole.
Removing just that small piece of scab caused the wounds on Chris’ heart and soul to begin purging the poison of his anger and pain.
Chris tried. All his vaulted stubbornness and control could not slow the purge. As the pain drove Chris to his knees, Jensen moved toward him only to be stopped by Jeffrey. He twisted out his grip, desperate to get to Chris.
Just as he reached for him, the elder vampire wrapped his arms around the actor pinning his arms and pulling him away from Chris.
“LET ME GO!” He fought against Jeffrey’s hold to no avail.
“Please let me go. He needs me.”
Worn down and exhausted the fight soon went out of Jensen. It broke Jeffrey’s heart to hear the boy beg to go to Christian, but Steven and Christian belonged together. It had to be Steven he turned to—not Jensen.
He felt Jensen go limp in his arms and feared he’d held him too tightly until he heard the plaintive request.
“You can let go now. I won’t go to Chris anymore.”
Jeffrey looked over to see Steven and Christian wrapped around each other. The elder smiled as he watched his childe start reconnecting—healing with his mate. It would take time to work out the past hurts and mistakes, but they had a start.
Turning his attention from Steven and Christian, Jeffrey realized he no longer sensed Jensen. His guitar and notebook still sat where they’d been when the vampires had entered the room, but the man himself was gone.
Hoping he’d gone for a drink, he ran into the bar, but the room was deserted. When he got back to the lounge the two men had settled on the couch, Christian tucked against Steven’s body.
Feeling the worry coming from his sire, he nudged Christian to get his attention.
“Jeffrey?” Steven’s voice was soft with concern.
“He’s gone.” He ran his hands through his thick dark hair.
“Jensen?” He asked quietly.
“I think I may have broken him.” The elder said sadly.
The words penetrated the fog surrounding Chris’ brain.
“What do you mean you broke Jensen?” He struggled to get up.
Jeffrey looked guiltily over at the guitar on the table.
“I kept him from you. It had to be Steven you turned toward, not Jensen.” The vampire’s voice asked for understanding.
Chris got to his feet, digging through his pockets for his phone. The glare was back in full force.
“Why is it I’m always having to clean up your fuckin’ messes, Morgan!?” He hit speed dial 3. “You couldn’t have left him alone when you were after Weatherly. Oh no. You took one look at that pretty face and mouth like a wet dream and you made him believe.” Chris’ tirade stopped when he got Jensen’s voicemail.
“Jensen Ackles, you call me just as soon as you hang up from hearing his message. If I have to hunt you down you’re not gonna like it.”
He glared at both vampires. “You’ve turned me into my fuckin’ mother. Arrogant, no-thinkin’ sombitches.” He grumbled as he carefully placed Jensen’s guitar in its case.
He pointed a finger at Jeffrey. “You have taken everything from him.”
“Would he return to where you were staying?” Steven asked quietly.
“No. We’re getting’ on the bus for Dallas after the show.
They checked the bus and around the building but the distressed man had disappeared.
The longer they looked, the angrier Chris became. Steven did his best to keep him focused, but after two hours of nothing, Kane blew.
His rage and words flowed over Jeffrey like white hot lava, only Steven’s hand on his arm kept him from physically attacking the vampire. Chris was drawing a breath for the second round when his phone rang.
“Jenny, where the fuck are you?” He shouted.
Only vampire reflexes kept Chris upright as the blood drained from his face and his knees buckled.
“Where?” He asked softly.
“I’m on my way. You do what you gotta.” He snapped.
“Yeah I do. There’s a copy on his phone.”
Chris leaned heavily on Steven as he made a flurry of phone calls while Jeffrey got their rental car. When they got to the hospital he sprinted from the car to the information desk.
“Jensen Ackles, where is he?” He demanded.
“He’s on the third floor in the step down ward.” The receptionist read off her screen.
“What’s that?” Chris asked.
“His condition isn’t serious enough for ICU, but he has a head injury so the doctors want to monitor him until he wakes up.” She answered calmly.
When they got to the third floor the doctor had just come from checking Jensen. He heard Chris identify himself to the nurse.
“Mr. Kane? I’m Dr. Worth—Mr. Ackles doctor.”
Chris shook the doctor’s hand. “What happened to Jen?”
The doctor led them over to the chairs. He slanted a look at Steven and Jeffrey.
“You can talk in front of them. Save me repeatin’ everything later. Steven Carlson and Jeffrey Morgan,” Chris hesitated briefly, “friends.”
“Mr. Kane…”
“Chris.”
“Chris. I have to ask…has Mr. Ackles been depressed, withdrawn or spoken of harming himself?”
“WHAT!” Chris shouted, drawing everyone’s attention. “Are you outta your fuckin’ mind!? No, he’s not suicidal!” His fists clenched in his lap.
Steven’s hand on his shoulder kept Chris in his chair.
“The driver of the car that struck Mr. Ackles said he ran out in the street with stopping or looking.”
“We’re playin’ a gig at a club a couple miles over. We’d just finished our sound check and had supper. Jen got a call. He walked away from the table so he could have some privacy. We’d been goin’ over our set lists for our gigs in Dallas…so I wasn’t payin’ attention to what Jen was doin’. When I looked up Steven and Jeffrey came in the club, but Jensen had disappeared. We were lookin’ for him when ya’ll called me.” Worried blue eyes met sympathetic brown. “I guess whoever it was really upset him if he wasn’t payin’ attention to where he was goin’.”
The doctor nodded at Chris’ story. “It was a low speed impact, thankfully. His right side is badly bruised, sprained wrist, contusions. His head injury has me worried. If he was highly stressed at the time he may need to be convinced to wake up.” The doctor continued to nod at his own conclusions. “You need to convince him everything’s okay. Get him to wake up.”
“I…we can do that.” Chris glared at Jeffrey over the doctor’s head. “Can I see him?”
“Follow me.”
The three men followed the doctor to Jensen’s bed. Tears misted Chris’ eyes when he saw his battered and bruised friend.
“Ah Jenny.” He spoke quietly, running his fingertips over the splinted wrist and hand.
Ignoring everyone else, he began to talk, starting with how he was kicking Jensen’s ass for scaring ten years off his life.
Jeffrey gasped at seeing the consequences of his actions. He turned away intent on leaving before he caused anymore damage. A strong hand on his arm stopped him. He looked into Steven’s angry blue eyes.
His childe spoke softly to Christian before dragging Jeffrey out to the deserted waiting room.
“So after all your talk of wanting Jensen, you’re leaving?” Steven hissed.
“He walked in front of a car because of what I did.” Jeffrey whispered.
“Yes he did. You cut him off from the only person who really understands him, and now you walk away while his soul bleeds out.” Steven said bluntly.
“I always hurt him…every time it gets worse. The next time may just kill him.” Jeffrey turned away to stare out the window.
“If you leave this place, Christian and I will take him and keep him, and I will have your resignation as head of the Council. Jensen’s soul won’t ever be whole, but we will heal him as best we can.” Steven’s eyes glowed with his anger at his sire’s actions.
Chris saw the two vampires in the corner of the waiting room as they turned toward him he wondered what they’d been arguing about.
“I have to go to the club. I have to play this gig, even with Jen in here.” Not trusting the older vampire he turned pleading eyes to Steven. “Stay with him. Talk to him. See if your mind mojo can reach him.”
Before Steven could answer, Jeffrey answered. “I’ll stay. He is mine, and I would help to heal what I have wounded. You and Steven can take the rental car back to the club. We’ll make sure you get to Dallas so you can be here for him.”
Chris looked at Jeffrey warily. “You hurt him again, and there will be no place you can hide.” The singer hissed before grabbing Steven’s hand and tugging him toward the elevator. “We’ll be back after the show.” He made it sound like a threat.
“I will not leave him.” Jeffrey looked at Steven, but spoke to Chris.
As the elevator doors closed, two blue eyed glares promised dire consequences if he did.
Halfway through the show, Steven felt his phone vibrate.
“Awake. Won’t talk to me. Dr. says can leave tomorrow.”
The crowd was raucous enough that when he laughed at Jeffrey’s message, no one paid him any attention. He felt the question from Christian across their bond. He held up his phone and gave him a thumbs’ up. With a dazzling smile and his trademark growl, The Christian Kane Band brought down the house.
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Date: 2009-09-24 10:29 pm (UTC)That doesn't count the other three stories knocking on the inside of my head. *headdesk*
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Date: 2010-03-26 05:11 am (UTC)Awesome 'verse. I just sat here and read all of them tagged with Vampire!Steve....
Poor poor Jenny! *Smacks Jeffery and Michael Weatherly for being stupid*
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Date: 2010-08-18 03:25 pm (UTC)I'm a bit confused. I want to read your vampire!fic but don't know where to start and in which order read the fics...
Could you help me ? Maybe you have a masterpost ?? thanks.
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Date: 2010-08-18 11:26 pm (UTC)Then someone, don't remember who wanted a longer Vampire!Steve, so I combined those four into Could Find No Comfort.
Then they wanted the story of how Chris and Steve got back together, so I came up with The Space Between.
And just to wrap everything in a bow, I wrote Controlling The Fallout, which is Jensen and Vampire!Jeff's story.
Hope that helps the confusion. :-)