A Timeless Connection J2 Bigbang
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dol_moonFic title: A Timeless Connection
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dolnmoon
Artist name:cacklesthewitch
Genre: RPS, AU
Pairing: Jensen/Jared brief Jensen/Aldis Hodge
Rating: NC17
Word count: 46,258
Warnings/Spoilers: None read at your own risk
Summary: When Jensen is thirteen years old he discovers that he has the ability to slip through time. Now in the year 2010 he is a thirty two year old man in a committed relationship with Jared Padalecki. In order to help Jared out of a bind at his work he decides to do a small time slip back a few weeks only he accidentally goes too far. He finds himself in the Year 2000 where Jared is an eighteen year old college student who has never heard of Jensen Ackles. This is a story of rediscovery and the finding and or proving that no matter how much space you put between two destined souls that true love is “A Timeless Connection”.
Link to fic: A timeless Connection Master Link
Link to art: Fabulous artwork here
Link to PDF file:PDF
This is my first Big Bang work. I had a completely different storyline halfway through and decided I hated it, was about to scrap the whole idea of doing the big bang and then a short little ficlette called a timeless connection became the work you are about to read. I hope you like it and truly enjoy it, because feedback is more than welcome, just don't be mean remember I'm a virgin here.
My wonderful Artistcacklesthewitch worked very hard and tirelessly on the amazing artwork you'll view on her page. Please give her love too because she is a brilliant person and without her efforts I would have no artwork.
A very big thank you to my two Betasmemoonster and dalethetimelord who took what was just a draft of thought and emotions and helped me to make it correct tenses and 99% correct spelling, also some drafting of my poor paragraph structures.
Aso to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
spn_j2_bigbang and its wonderful Mods for giving me this opportunity to write something I may never would have. Thank You.
A Timeless Connection.
1991
Jensen blows the candles out on his thirteenth Birthday cake as he makes a secret wish.
Later that night he lays in bed with his new baseball mitt on his hand as he throws a baseball up into the air catching it when it comes back down. He thinks about how everyone told him he’s a man today, how thirteen is such a great age, but all he knows is that thirteen sucks so far because he doesn’t feel any different. He rolls over and looks at the poster of Superman hanging on his wall and wishes he had superpowers too. Wishes he could do something special, something so special that even scientists would be baffled at how he can do it, like make himself invisible, or run at lightning speeds, or maybe even be bulletproof. He stares at the poster in a daze as his mother looks in his door. “Okay Jensen, even big boys need their sleep.” She says switching off the light and closing the door. “Good night.”
He rolls over on his back and stares at the ceiling. “Yeah, something really great,” he says out loud as he drifts off to sleep.
*~*~*~*~*~*!*
Jensen sits in history class thinking about how much he really dislikes history, how he hates the fact that history is in the past and he only wants only to be in the future. His teacher Mr. Barnaby always says; you can learn a lifetime of lessons from the past, but all Jensen knows is that the past is over with and long gone now.
Mr. Barnaby is giving another one of his endless speeches about how the Second World War was one of history’s greatest times and Jensen can feel himself slipping off into a dream world. He looks over to see Sandy McCoy staring at him and he smiles at her.
Sandy McCoy is the prettiest girl in his history class; she dates Mike Rosenbaum, a tenth grader who is on the wrestling team.
Jensen isn’t vying for her affections because he isn’t interested in defending himself from the brute force of Mike’s jealousy. He smiles, turning his head to gaze out the window and wishes he was outside instead of here in class being bored to death. He wants to be in the cool shade sitting under the big oak tree like he does every morning before 1st period. He feels himself slipping into a sleepy daze, he feels dizzy, everything starts humming and he closes his eyes with the heady feeling. He suddenly feels startled like he is waking up from a deep sleep, his skin is buzzing and when he opens his eyes he’s outside under the oak tree sitting on the warm green grass.
He’s confused at first not sure what’s happening and then he starts to freak out, he stands up looking around wondering if this is a dream, he warily reaches over and touches the tree to make sure it’s real, pinches himself to make sure he is awake and looks over at the building up to the window of his history class and falls into a panic.
He can see Mr. Barnaby working at the chalkboard, the class is taking notes, and his seat, is empty. He looks around nervously his chest heaving as he’s breathing rapidly. “What the Hell?” He spouts out as he tries to hide behind the big tree so that no one sees him. He tries to stay hidden until he can sneak back into the building safely without fear of being caught cutting class.
He can’t figure out what happened, how he moved from the classroom to outside. He can’t remember what he might have done or what he was doing before he opened his eyes and was outside. He is completely baffled.
Sandy is standing at her locker when Jensen approaches her and asks if he can borrow her notes from history class as he missed them when he left class early. Leaving early is the only lie he can come up with hoping that nobody noticed how he just disappeared from his seat in the middle of class.
Sandy laughs. “Yeah, left class early, who are you trying to fool Jensen?” Her eyes narrow as she glares at him and folds her arms across her chest.
He looks back at her with a startled expression. “What do you mean; I missed the notes when I had to leave class early.” He says trying to pass off the fact that he missed the whole second half of class because he was busy hiding behind the oak tree scared out of his freaking mind.
She makes a funny face at him and blows hard through her lips making a flapping sound. She points a well manicured finger coated in pink lacquer at his chest. “Jensen Ross Ackles everyone knows you skipped History class today. I saw you sitting under the oak tree before class and then you never showed up but when I looked out the window there you were sleeping under the tree. You’re so lucky Principal Jacobs didn’t see you or you would be in detention.” She pulls her notebook out of her locker and hands it to him. “Make copies and give it back before the end of the day.” She walks off flipping her long dark hair behind her and giving Jensen a coy sideways glance before turning the corner out of his view.
Later that night at home Jensen sits on his bed, legs crossed Indian style his palms on his knees, head leaning back, eyes closed and breathing slow and purposeful. He wants to see if he can try and recreate the very thing that caused him to possibly have moved through time or at least through the walls of the classroom. He wonders if he emulates the great Yogis, who claim to be able to move through time and space, if he can manifest it again. He tries to think about being outside on the porch sitting on the swing. He squeezes his eyes tight as he thinks hard about it, wishes upon all wishes that he will be there when he opens his eyes and then he pops his eyes open to see he is still sitting on his bed.
“Damn it.” He curses. He doesn’t know what’s missing, what part of the equation he isn’t repeating.
A feminine voice chimes in from the hallway. “Jensen Ross Ackles watch your language.” Jensen sighs. “Aww Mom.” He groans. The voice echoes back. “Watch your language or no TV tonight.” Jensen rolls his eyes. “Yes Ma’am.” He says compliantly.
Two weeks pass and nothing more happens. He tries repeatedly to move out of history class, to move anywhere at any time, he even tries numerous variations of what he thought he did to move through space, he even went so far as to close his eyes and relax totally causing himself to fall asleep and get in trouble for it, but no more moving, no more disappearing through time.
1993
Two years pass and Jensen has no more incidents with time travel as he likes to refer to it. He tries many times to repeat his process, to rekindle that one time spark he had begun to think was nothing more than a figment of his own imagination or just a dream but nothing, so he decides he won’t think of it again.
Fifteen is a fresh start for him, no more childish dreams and his Superman poster has been replaced with a poster of Cindy Crawford in a bikini from A Sports Illustrated that his brother Jeff has forced on him claiming it’s a coming of age thing. Personally Jensen likes his poster of Joe Lando from Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman much better but he’d never let Jeff know that.
Jensen’s parents have rented the local bowling alley for his party so he invited a group of friends from his baseball team and school to attend. Sandy is the first to show up. “Thanks for inviting me Jensen,” she says shyly.
Jensen smiles as he puts on his rented shoes. “Glad you could make it Sandy.”
Jensen helps Sandy pick a ball off the back wall rack. “This should be a good weight for you.” He says holding it in her hands from behind. She smiles blushing red.
“I’ve really never bowled; I’ll probably make rain gutter balls all night.” She says.
Jensen laughs. “It’s just gutter balls Sandy and don’t worry before anyone gets here I’ll show you how.” He leads her to one of the lanes they have rented for the day.
Jensen starts to show Sandy how to hold the ball, he stands behind her and puts the ball on her hand, positions the ball just right and walks her up the lane before swinging her arm back and showing her how to release the ball. Sandy lets it go, it rolls down the alley at a slow speed but hits seven pins and knocks them over. Jensen smiles at her. “There see no rain gutter balls for you.” Jensen flashes her a smile that is all teeth and lips.
Sandy claps her hands and jumps excitedly. “Yay!” She cheers.
The party is a success, everyone shows up, has a good time, eats, bowls and is getting ready to leave when Sandy walks over to Jensen who is putting on his sneakers and sits down next to him on the bench.
“Jensen?” She says shakily.
Jensen looks up. “Yeah Sandy?”
“I... I...” She stammers on the word.
“You what, Sandy?” Jensen looks in her wide eyes.’
“Oh, I just wanted to say thanks for inviting me.” She smiles shyly.
“Well, thanks for coming.” Jensen says rubbing his hand on the back of his neck nervously.
“Yeah, I had a great time.” She says leaning towards him her lips quivering, her hand hitting his thigh as he leans back against the bench.
“Sandy wha… ?” is all he can get out before Sandy presses her lips against Jensen’s mouth shoving him back against the bench. He can feel his heart race with fear and his palms go sweaty, the room spins, his head dizzy, his ears humming and all he can think is, why did I teach her how to bowl? He closes his eyes tight as his whole body tingles with electricity and he goes blank.
When he opens his eyes, he’s standing behind Sandy showing her how to hold the bowling ball and then his mind snaps into place and he panics. He pulls away from her, his breath hard and he looks around the room. Everything is like it was just three hours earlier.
He’s helping Sandy pick out a ball, the man at the counter is cleaning shoes, his parents are ordering the drinks and food, and Sandy is being all coy and seductive with the “I’ve never bowled before, I’ll probably throw rain gutter balls all night” line. Jensen smiles as his brain assesses the situation and he knows he is right back in his body three hours earlier. He hasn’t had his party, Sandy hasn’t kissed him yet and he has a chance to keep it from happening again.
The next day at School Sandy doesn’t smile at Jensen when she passes him in the hallway and Jensen doesn’t mind because he didn’t have to kiss her yesterday.
When Sandy had come over to the bench for the kiss Jensen was ready for her. She sat down and started her speech but Jensen cut her off.
“Sandy I know you like me, you want to kiss me, you want to date me but it ain’t gonna happen so don’t bother trying.” He tells her. Sandy gets so upset she smacks him across the face. “Humpf. As if I would want to kiss you Jensen Ross Ackles, you, you egomaniac.” She says angrily before getting up and storming off.
Jensen spends the next two weeks trying to hone his newfound skill. He spends lots of time after school alone in his room practicing slipping through time back a few hours doing things differently, watching things he missed on television because of Jeff and his obsession with Baywatch. He’s not mastered it by far but he knows the basic skills of how to go backwards a few hours to be where he wanted to be in that space in time. He often wonders if he could move forward but has no idea how to do it. He doesn’t have a reference to where he would want to be and if he doesn’t exist yet in the future would he have a body to land in?
He thinks he’s figured out that when he slips through time he’s only slipping back into his body from that period in time and that he is not actually in any form of coexistence with himself in that space in time but is actually himself from that time period. He figures that there is no fear of upsetting anything set in stone, only having the chance to relive or redo things he wants to actually be able to change to suit himself. Although if he was able to go into the future he couldn’t be entirely sure that Back to the Future wasn’t actually some kind of a blueprint to a rule of coexistence, but he wasn’t all that worried about going into the unknown as the past is good enough for him right now.
He uses his time bending skills for important things like retaking a test he failed and making sure he was in the right place at the right time to bump into a particular guy he liked for a “chance” meeting. He never wanted to change the world with his skill and he definitely doesn’t want to share this information with anyone else because being a time bender might put him on the CIA’s most wanted list.
Chapter 2
Author name:
dolnmoonArtist name:
cacklesthewitchGenre: RPS, AU
Pairing: Jensen/Jared brief Jensen/Aldis Hodge
Rating: NC17
Word count: 46,258
Warnings/Spoilers: None read at your own risk
Summary: When Jensen is thirteen years old he discovers that he has the ability to slip through time. Now in the year 2010 he is a thirty two year old man in a committed relationship with Jared Padalecki. In order to help Jared out of a bind at his work he decides to do a small time slip back a few weeks only he accidentally goes too far. He finds himself in the Year 2000 where Jared is an eighteen year old college student who has never heard of Jensen Ackles. This is a story of rediscovery and the finding and or proving that no matter how much space you put between two destined souls that true love is “A Timeless Connection”.
Link to fic: A timeless Connection Master Link
Link to art: Fabulous artwork here
Link to PDF file:PDF
This is my first Big Bang work. I had a completely different storyline halfway through and decided I hated it, was about to scrap the whole idea of doing the big bang and then a short little ficlette called a timeless connection became the work you are about to read. I hope you like it and truly enjoy it, because feedback is more than welcome, just don't be mean remember I'm a virgin here.
My wonderful Artist
cacklesthewitch worked very hard and tirelessly on the amazing artwork you'll view on her page. Please give her love too because she is a brilliant person and without her efforts I would have no artwork.A very big thank you to my two Betas
memoonster and dalethetimelord who took what was just a draft of thought and emotions and helped me to make it correct tenses and 99% correct spelling, also some drafting of my poor paragraph structures. Aso to
spn_j2_bigbang and its wonderful Mods for giving me this opportunity to write something I may never would have. Thank You.
1991
Jensen blows the candles out on his thirteenth Birthday cake as he makes a secret wish.
Later that night he lays in bed with his new baseball mitt on his hand as he throws a baseball up into the air catching it when it comes back down. He thinks about how everyone told him he’s a man today, how thirteen is such a great age, but all he knows is that thirteen sucks so far because he doesn’t feel any different. He rolls over and looks at the poster of Superman hanging on his wall and wishes he had superpowers too. Wishes he could do something special, something so special that even scientists would be baffled at how he can do it, like make himself invisible, or run at lightning speeds, or maybe even be bulletproof. He stares at the poster in a daze as his mother looks in his door. “Okay Jensen, even big boys need their sleep.” She says switching off the light and closing the door. “Good night.”
He rolls over on his back and stares at the ceiling. “Yeah, something really great,” he says out loud as he drifts off to sleep.
*~*~*~*~*~*!*
Jensen sits in history class thinking about how much he really dislikes history, how he hates the fact that history is in the past and he only wants only to be in the future. His teacher Mr. Barnaby always says; you can learn a lifetime of lessons from the past, but all Jensen knows is that the past is over with and long gone now.
Mr. Barnaby is giving another one of his endless speeches about how the Second World War was one of history’s greatest times and Jensen can feel himself slipping off into a dream world. He looks over to see Sandy McCoy staring at him and he smiles at her.
Sandy McCoy is the prettiest girl in his history class; she dates Mike Rosenbaum, a tenth grader who is on the wrestling team.
Jensen isn’t vying for her affections because he isn’t interested in defending himself from the brute force of Mike’s jealousy. He smiles, turning his head to gaze out the window and wishes he was outside instead of here in class being bored to death. He wants to be in the cool shade sitting under the big oak tree like he does every morning before 1st period. He feels himself slipping into a sleepy daze, he feels dizzy, everything starts humming and he closes his eyes with the heady feeling. He suddenly feels startled like he is waking up from a deep sleep, his skin is buzzing and when he opens his eyes he’s outside under the oak tree sitting on the warm green grass.
He’s confused at first not sure what’s happening and then he starts to freak out, he stands up looking around wondering if this is a dream, he warily reaches over and touches the tree to make sure it’s real, pinches himself to make sure he is awake and looks over at the building up to the window of his history class and falls into a panic.
He can see Mr. Barnaby working at the chalkboard, the class is taking notes, and his seat, is empty. He looks around nervously his chest heaving as he’s breathing rapidly. “What the Hell?” He spouts out as he tries to hide behind the big tree so that no one sees him. He tries to stay hidden until he can sneak back into the building safely without fear of being caught cutting class.
He can’t figure out what happened, how he moved from the classroom to outside. He can’t remember what he might have done or what he was doing before he opened his eyes and was outside. He is completely baffled.
Sandy is standing at her locker when Jensen approaches her and asks if he can borrow her notes from history class as he missed them when he left class early. Leaving early is the only lie he can come up with hoping that nobody noticed how he just disappeared from his seat in the middle of class.
Sandy laughs. “Yeah, left class early, who are you trying to fool Jensen?” Her eyes narrow as she glares at him and folds her arms across her chest.
He looks back at her with a startled expression. “What do you mean; I missed the notes when I had to leave class early.” He says trying to pass off the fact that he missed the whole second half of class because he was busy hiding behind the oak tree scared out of his freaking mind.
She makes a funny face at him and blows hard through her lips making a flapping sound. She points a well manicured finger coated in pink lacquer at his chest. “Jensen Ross Ackles everyone knows you skipped History class today. I saw you sitting under the oak tree before class and then you never showed up but when I looked out the window there you were sleeping under the tree. You’re so lucky Principal Jacobs didn’t see you or you would be in detention.” She pulls her notebook out of her locker and hands it to him. “Make copies and give it back before the end of the day.” She walks off flipping her long dark hair behind her and giving Jensen a coy sideways glance before turning the corner out of his view.
Later that night at home Jensen sits on his bed, legs crossed Indian style his palms on his knees, head leaning back, eyes closed and breathing slow and purposeful. He wants to see if he can try and recreate the very thing that caused him to possibly have moved through time or at least through the walls of the classroom. He wonders if he emulates the great Yogis, who claim to be able to move through time and space, if he can manifest it again. He tries to think about being outside on the porch sitting on the swing. He squeezes his eyes tight as he thinks hard about it, wishes upon all wishes that he will be there when he opens his eyes and then he pops his eyes open to see he is still sitting on his bed.
“Damn it.” He curses. He doesn’t know what’s missing, what part of the equation he isn’t repeating.
A feminine voice chimes in from the hallway. “Jensen Ross Ackles watch your language.” Jensen sighs. “Aww Mom.” He groans. The voice echoes back. “Watch your language or no TV tonight.” Jensen rolls his eyes. “Yes Ma’am.” He says compliantly.
Two weeks pass and nothing more happens. He tries repeatedly to move out of history class, to move anywhere at any time, he even tries numerous variations of what he thought he did to move through space, he even went so far as to close his eyes and relax totally causing himself to fall asleep and get in trouble for it, but no more moving, no more disappearing through time.
1993
Two years pass and Jensen has no more incidents with time travel as he likes to refer to it. He tries many times to repeat his process, to rekindle that one time spark he had begun to think was nothing more than a figment of his own imagination or just a dream but nothing, so he decides he won’t think of it again.
Fifteen is a fresh start for him, no more childish dreams and his Superman poster has been replaced with a poster of Cindy Crawford in a bikini from A Sports Illustrated that his brother Jeff has forced on him claiming it’s a coming of age thing. Personally Jensen likes his poster of Joe Lando from Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman much better but he’d never let Jeff know that.
Jensen’s parents have rented the local bowling alley for his party so he invited a group of friends from his baseball team and school to attend. Sandy is the first to show up. “Thanks for inviting me Jensen,” she says shyly.
Jensen smiles as he puts on his rented shoes. “Glad you could make it Sandy.”
Jensen helps Sandy pick a ball off the back wall rack. “This should be a good weight for you.” He says holding it in her hands from behind. She smiles blushing red.
“I’ve really never bowled; I’ll probably make rain gutter balls all night.” She says.
Jensen laughs. “It’s just gutter balls Sandy and don’t worry before anyone gets here I’ll show you how.” He leads her to one of the lanes they have rented for the day.
Jensen starts to show Sandy how to hold the ball, he stands behind her and puts the ball on her hand, positions the ball just right and walks her up the lane before swinging her arm back and showing her how to release the ball. Sandy lets it go, it rolls down the alley at a slow speed but hits seven pins and knocks them over. Jensen smiles at her. “There see no rain gutter balls for you.” Jensen flashes her a smile that is all teeth and lips.
Sandy claps her hands and jumps excitedly. “Yay!” She cheers.
The party is a success, everyone shows up, has a good time, eats, bowls and is getting ready to leave when Sandy walks over to Jensen who is putting on his sneakers and sits down next to him on the bench.
“Jensen?” She says shakily.
Jensen looks up. “Yeah Sandy?”
“I... I...” She stammers on the word.
“You what, Sandy?” Jensen looks in her wide eyes.’
“Oh, I just wanted to say thanks for inviting me.” She smiles shyly.
“Well, thanks for coming.” Jensen says rubbing his hand on the back of his neck nervously.
“Yeah, I had a great time.” She says leaning towards him her lips quivering, her hand hitting his thigh as he leans back against the bench.
“Sandy wha… ?” is all he can get out before Sandy presses her lips against Jensen’s mouth shoving him back against the bench. He can feel his heart race with fear and his palms go sweaty, the room spins, his head dizzy, his ears humming and all he can think is, why did I teach her how to bowl? He closes his eyes tight as his whole body tingles with electricity and he goes blank.
When he opens his eyes, he’s standing behind Sandy showing her how to hold the bowling ball and then his mind snaps into place and he panics. He pulls away from her, his breath hard and he looks around the room. Everything is like it was just three hours earlier.
He’s helping Sandy pick out a ball, the man at the counter is cleaning shoes, his parents are ordering the drinks and food, and Sandy is being all coy and seductive with the “I’ve never bowled before, I’ll probably throw rain gutter balls all night” line. Jensen smiles as his brain assesses the situation and he knows he is right back in his body three hours earlier. He hasn’t had his party, Sandy hasn’t kissed him yet and he has a chance to keep it from happening again.
The next day at School Sandy doesn’t smile at Jensen when she passes him in the hallway and Jensen doesn’t mind because he didn’t have to kiss her yesterday.
When Sandy had come over to the bench for the kiss Jensen was ready for her. She sat down and started her speech but Jensen cut her off.
“Sandy I know you like me, you want to kiss me, you want to date me but it ain’t gonna happen so don’t bother trying.” He tells her. Sandy gets so upset she smacks him across the face. “Humpf. As if I would want to kiss you Jensen Ross Ackles, you, you egomaniac.” She says angrily before getting up and storming off.
Jensen spends the next two weeks trying to hone his newfound skill. He spends lots of time after school alone in his room practicing slipping through time back a few hours doing things differently, watching things he missed on television because of Jeff and his obsession with Baywatch. He’s not mastered it by far but he knows the basic skills of how to go backwards a few hours to be where he wanted to be in that space in time. He often wonders if he could move forward but has no idea how to do it. He doesn’t have a reference to where he would want to be and if he doesn’t exist yet in the future would he have a body to land in?
He thinks he’s figured out that when he slips through time he’s only slipping back into his body from that period in time and that he is not actually in any form of coexistence with himself in that space in time but is actually himself from that time period. He figures that there is no fear of upsetting anything set in stone, only having the chance to relive or redo things he wants to actually be able to change to suit himself. Although if he was able to go into the future he couldn’t be entirely sure that Back to the Future wasn’t actually some kind of a blueprint to a rule of coexistence, but he wasn’t all that worried about going into the unknown as the past is good enough for him right now.
He uses his time bending skills for important things like retaking a test he failed and making sure he was in the right place at the right time to bump into a particular guy he liked for a “chance” meeting. He never wanted to change the world with his skill and he definitely doesn’t want to share this information with anyone else because being a time bender might put him on the CIA’s most wanted list.
Chapter 2
