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snowdarkred Word Count: ~1.3K
Pairings: girl!Jensen/Cougar
Rating/Warnings: PG. Mulit-lingual swearing and talk of Captain America and Iron Man being gay for each other? Kids? IDK.
Author's Note: Movie!verse AU. Part of the alive with the glory of love 'verse. Um. Sorry for the wait? This is fluff. But angsty. So angsty fluff? Yeah. At least I'm back now, right? :D
Summary: Carlos "Cougar" Alvarez has some dreams, involving him, Jocelyn "Jake" Jensen, and a house. Oh, and some kids.
dreams are reality filtered by nonsense and spooned by the impossible
Cougar's dreams had always flirted with the edge of lucidity. Walking through the corridors of his nightmares knowing what was around the corner but never managing to turn away, turn back. Seeing the same dead faces and knowing that it wasn't just a figment of his fucked up mind, but that it had already happened, and that he couldn't change it, even in something as subjective as a dream. It got to him, but there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it but ride to the end and hope he didn't kill anyone in his sleep.
But before he met Jensen, he hadn't know that there could be anything worse: There were dreams that were so perfect that it hurt to wake up and realize that it wasn't real.
Jensen changed everything. She usually did.
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Carlos bangs against the front door with his elbow; his hands are too full with grocery bags to be of any use. He'd wound up taking over the shopping duties once he'd realized that, no matter how carefully he charted out the plan of attack or made up lists, Jake was always going to come home with all the wrong stuff. It was impossible to keep her on task; it was like she saw a box of sugery, too-sweet cereal and completely forgot about basic nutritional needs.
“Marcia! Ashley!” he shouts as he bangs the door some more. “Pedro! Come help Papa with the bags!”
From inside the house, Carlos hears the scrap of the chairs the floor and the clatter of bare feet against hardwood. Jake's shout to watch the damn polish goes unheeded, as it usually did. The door jerks open, and two nearly identical dark haired girls peer at him with matching wide grins.
He nods his hat to the car parked in the driveway. “You better hurry before your ice cream melts in the trunk,” he tells them as he nudges off his cowboy boots and heads to the kitchen. They squeal in unison and take off towards the car, neither bothering with shoes across the smooth grass of their front lawn. “¡Pedro, date prisa antes de que las niñas comen el helado!”
He finds Jake and Pedro in the dining room, Pedro with his head hanging like he did when he's in trouble and Jake with her arms crossed and a frown on her face. Carlos sighs and dumps the grocery bags on the marble counter tops. The twins tumble through the side door, laughing and carrying their own bags. They spot Pedro's even more apparent hangdog look and Jake's expression, and they do the wise thing and retreat as quickly as possible. Again.
Family fights in this household are epic. You either get out the way or you get sucked in.
“What happened?” Carlos asks. Pedro raises his head and Carlos sees the bruise on the side of his face.
His blood runs cold.
“Who,” he demands, ready to tear off and wreck havoc on whoever decided to mess with his family. “Who—”
Jake shakes her head. “Pedro got into a fight at school.” Her glasses do nothing to hide the righteous fury in her eyes. “With three other boys.”
Pedro mumbles something too quietly for them to hear.
“What was that?” Carlos asks lowly. Pedro straightens in his chair and meets his father's eyes.
“They made fun of my backpack,” Pedro repeats more loudly. Carlos sighs, and his attention is drawn to the outlandish bag itself. The Avengers fly across the front flap in careful formation, with Iron Man and Captain America in the front, flanked on either side by the rest of their team. “They said that Cap and Tony looked gay.”
Well, now he knows what Jake is so mad about.
“Pedro, that's not an insult,” he starts. The eleven year old tries to say something, but Carlos holds up his hand for silence. “Yes, they meant it as one, but it's not. One, are they gay?” He holds up his other hand to stop Jake from launching into a ten minute history of every canon hug, hold, and kiss – from previous babblings, he's picked up some of the basics of the complex, multi-layered Steve Rogers/Tony Stark relationship. “I mean, in canon, are they in love? Two, being gay isn't a bad thing, no matter what small minded people will tell you. It's just how some people are born. They can't control who they fall in love with any more than you can control liking comic books. Love is about the person, not the package.”
Pedro's face screws up in one of those preteen expressions that Carlos is starting to hate. “What does that even mean?”
“It means that if your mother had been a man, I would have still fallen in love with her--him. And she would have still fallen in love with me if I had been a woman. It doesn't matter to either of us, because we love each other. Gender comes second, at least to us--"
“Besides,” Jake cuts in with a raised eyebrow. “You know that I play for both teams, so to speak. Does that bother you?”
“No,” Pedro says slowly.
“Than why does it bother you if someone thinks that Cap and Tony are—”
“In love,” Carlos says with a quick glare to his wife. Jake rolls her eyes at him and sticks out her tongue. As usual, their antics get an automatic chuckle out of Pedro, but Carlos can tell that he's still thinking.
He may get his geek side and his light hair from Jake, but Pedro gets his thinking side from Carlos and it shows. He rarely acts rashly, but when he does, he usually spends the next few days mulling over what caused him to act out of character. He's more introspective than either of his parents – though he occasionally shows Jake's influence and punches someone in the face just because they tried to make fun of his favorite comic book characters.
“I don't know,” Pedro answers eventually, a considering look still on his face. “I think it was the way they said it. I shouldn't have hit them.”
Carlos smiles and messes with Pedro's blond curls. “You're right; you shouldn't have. Unless they hit you first, in which case, go ahead and patada en el culo.” Pedro grinned at him, barely wincing with the movement shifted his bruise.
“Now go help your sisters put the groceries away,” Carlos orders. “We'll talk more later.”
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They sit around the dinner table, five people arranged perfectly. Carlos sits at one end; Jake sits at the other. She's got her glasses pushed up on top of her head, and she's talking to Pedro about some kind of computerized revenge he can get on the bullies at school – a path to vengeance that doesn't involve punching someone in the face. The girls are chattering in a fast pace mix of Spanish and English, the languages switching so fast that he can hardly keep up.
Jake catches his eye from across the table, and they share a moment where they just look at each other in that sappy way that drives the kids up the wall. Carlos smiles, and Jake laughs, and it's perfect—
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Cougar's internal clock woke him up exactly at five in the morning. It wasn't until his eyes opened and he saw the plain canvass of his and Jensen's tent that he realized that he'd been dreaming. Jensen was sleeping beside him, her breaths easy in the early dawn, and Cougar....
Cougar just wanted to go back to sleep. But he couldn't, because it was his watch, and because none of it had been real. Jensen murmured in her sleep and curled against him tighter.
Yet. None of it had been real yet.
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Also, in case anyone's missed it until now, I've set up Fuck Yeah Jensen/Cougar, a tumblr blog devoted to our fav sniper and tech. ;) Check it out! :D
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Date: 2010-08-30 04:06 am (UTC)And I love your girl!Jensen/Cougar stories. They make me smile and your style brings out each of their personalities so vividly.
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Date: 2010-08-30 06:05 pm (UTC)Cougaaaaaaaaar~! *glomp*
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Date: 2010-08-31 12:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-31 12:30 pm (UTC)ooooh, yes! HUGS all around! :D *HUGS*
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Date: 2010-08-30 09:03 pm (UTC)Also, omg, "Not real yet". <3
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Date: 2010-08-31 12:27 pm (UTC)I'm going to give them a happy ending...eventually.
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Date: 2010-08-31 02:30 am (UTC)*giggles* Twin girls...that is just...righteous.
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Date: 2010-09-01 02:31 am (UTC)Since you'd like it...why don't you PM me a prompt (doesn't have to be too involved) and I'll see what I can do? I can't promise a quick turn around though. And at the moment I'm having to coax the voices in my head out...so I'll have to see what I can do.
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Date: 2010-09-01 03:17 am (UTC)2. PMing now...
3. Can I friend you? :D
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Date: 2010-09-02 01:49 am (UTC)2) I have the PM and you will have a reply soonish--to the PM anyway even if it is not a story :-)
3) You may and I will most likely even friend back :-) (I tend not to, not because I don't like people--well no not going there--but because I have too many freaking people on my flist already.)
*pokes at my Covert Affairs story* If you would give me a title, I could post you, you know that, right?
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Date: 2010-09-02 02:00 am (UTC)2. \o/
3. \o/ :D
*pokes at my Covert Affairs story* If you would give me a title, I could post you, you know that, right? (Took me a sec to figure out what that meant, lol. I thought you were talking to me. Hm, what's it about? My titles tend to be ridonkulous, but I'd help if I could? :)
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Date: 2010-09-02 03:10 am (UTC)Essentially comfort fic for Auggie (food and a cuddle is what a friend and I were discussing)--he goes to a friend and she gives him what he needs (not sex!)
Lemme know if ya need more :-)
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Date: 2010-09-02 03:16 am (UTC)Or something. That's all I got at the moment, but then, I went on a posting spree today and am now creatively worn out. ;_;
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Date: 2010-09-02 03:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-09 03:22 pm (UTC)So I should save my flailing until a day or two later? I'll keep that mind. Nice of them to give us more shirtless Auggie last night :-) I always vote for more of the pretty.
(Took me a sec to figure out what that meant, lol. I thought you were talking to me. Hm, what's it about? My titles tend to be ridonkulous, but I'd help if I could? :)
Sorry I can be pretty random with some of my comments. And I tend to talk to myself. Thanks for your help though! I love the title :-)
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Date: 2010-08-31 01:12 pm (UTC)This whole verse just takes me to my happy place.
Love
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Date: 2010-09-03 03:50 pm (UTC)I do hope Cougar gets his dream :)
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Date: 2010-09-03 03:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-12 12:04 pm (UTC)btw, I love your Jensen!Girl-AU. ♥♥♥