Title: Always and Forever (Or Eleven Scenes and Eleven Doctors)
Pairings: Richard/Jared, very background Misha/Jensen
Warnings: sexual situations and language
Word Count: 4,245
Disclaimer: Richard, Jared, Jensen, and Misha own themselves.
Prompt: College AU - Jared and Richard meet at college at a meeting of the college's chapter of LGBT , it's not exactly love at first site, but through ups and down and Richard's obsession with Doctor who, they get there in the end.
A/N: For the spn_gabriel_sam fic exchange. This is for kimisgirl! Hope you like it!
“Our lives are important-at least to us-and as we see, so we learn…Our destiny is in the stars, so let’s go and search for it.” –First Doctor
The first time Richard saw Jared Padalecki, he was certain that he had actually gone into sugar induced cardiac arrest and he was about to made Consort to the son of Satan. (Please, he knew he was going to Hell. Not because of what those pesky religions say about being gay, but come on you have too much fun on Earth and you end up in fire and brimstone.)
Mainly because there was no one way someone couldn’t look that good without making a deal with a devil. He took in the floppy hair and the sweet, nervous grin and the bright hazel eyes. He glanced over at his best friend, Misha (and that was the cincher that he wasn’t dead because while Misha was out there he balanced his fun with humanitarian shit and was going to be playing a harp once he died. Richard thought about becoming pagan because they had naked dancing and he could get in on that).
“Jared!” Misha greeted with a peaceful grin on his face, “Glad you could make it.”
“Hey Misha,” said this too gorgeous Jared character. And damn Misha for holding out on him.
Richard folded his legs Indian style in the deep bucket chair and desperately tried to go back to his essay on Jack Harkness and Ianto Jones from Torchwood for his class on Television and Homosexuality. But all it kept on turning into was a rant on why it was a dumbass move to kill Ianto off in Children of Earth (and fuck you R.T.D. for that).
“…and this is Richard, our little clubs V.P.,” said Misha getting Richard’s attention again. He looked up into the face of this obviously (evil, very evil) guy and managed to look relatively unimpressed.
“Who’s the kid?” he asked as he ran his eyes up and down his body, “Doesn’t he know that the gym and sports bar is two blocks and twenty years back that-a-way.”
Misha gave him a dirty (and amused) look, while Jared looked like he was filled with righteous indignation.
“Actually I’m here to join,” said Jared the lightest touch of a Texan drawl colored his words.
“Mmmm,” said Richard with a slight hint of disbelief since they’re chapter of LGBT was a cross between talking about issues that affected them and a giant geek fest, “And how much are your ignorant jock friends paying you to join? Because I really don’t want a repeat of last year’s Winter Holiday party.”
“Rich,” said Misha in a warning tone. Richard shrugged as he stared at Jared, trying to figure out his motive for being here. Jared straightened to his full height, damn the boy was tall, and glared at Richard.
“Actually,” growled the floppy haired freshman, “I’m here on full academic scholarship. I don’t play much sports except that I jog. And I joined because I’ve been out since my junior year. So don’t judge me, asshole.”
Richard smirked openly at that, unrepentant for his previous statement.
“Whatever you say, kidlet,” said the man with a nod, “Welcome to the club.”
Jared looked confused and angry, which is how people often looked around him so Richard paid no mind. Richard stood to his own height, respectable height not like Gigantor still looking like he wanted to beat him up, and meandered to the front of the room for the meeting.
“Oh!” called Richard lazily, “By the way, you have something on your shirt.”
Jared looked down. Richard snickered.
“Made you look!” he crowed.
After the meeting, Misha looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
“You’re an ass.”
“So I’ve been told,” stated Richard as he grabbed his messenger bag.
Misha grinned manically, “So you like him right?”
Richard glared at his oldest friend. Misha started to laugh uproariously with sparkling blue eyes alight with mischief.
“Oh man!” gasped out Misha, “You’re in the pigtail/asshole part of your flirtation. This is too good!”
Richard threw a mock glare, “See if I let you borrow my Trock CD.”
“B-but I love Chameleon Circuit!”
Richard just walked away as Misha followed him.
“Rich you were joking right? …Right? Richard? RICHARD!”
“I am not a student of human nature. I am a professor of a far wider academy of which human nature is merely a part of.” –Second Doctor
Richard was well aware that most of the time he acted like an asshole. But sometimes it was just easier to act like an asshole then show his insecurities. He had been picked on enough in junior high and the first two years of high school as it was, then he started using his words to dress down his attackers.
For all his asshole tendencies, Richard abhorred violence taking his cue from the Doctor in using his brains rather than his brawn. He crossed his arms as he took the scene before him in.
Two idiots were glaring down at Jared, who had some adorably thick glasses on. Jared was scrambling to gather some books that were knocked from his grasp. Richard watched for a couple of more minutes as the two began obviously taunting the hazel-eyed man. He raised his eyebrow when he realized that Jared wasn’t fighting back.
Where did all the fire from the meeting go?
Resolutely Richard made his way over.
“Hey Tweedle-deeunce and Tweedle-dumbass,” called Richard. The two turned to him with fire in their eyes. Unafraid of the morons, especially after those two nights he spent in a Mexican jail, Richard carried on.
“You talking to us?”
“Oooh,” drawled out Richard, “Fantastic the over-done wise guy stereotype,” he schooled his face and grunted, “Yes. Me. Talking. You,” he reverted back to his normal expression with raised eyebrow, “You need another verb in your sentence by the way. Offensive grammar is offensive. Now why are you picking on my buddy Jared here?”
“Their dad is paying for part of my schooling,” said Jared quickly with a sigh, “And they want me to do their class work and I refuse to cheat.”
Richard stared at the three before him, “This sounds like something out of a bad romance novel.”
“The twerp better do what we ask or we’ll get dad to cut his funding,” stated one of them with a sneer.
“Oh. My. Gaaaaaaaawwwwwwddddd,” said Richard in his best Doctor Cox impression, “Are you freaking serious? And you’re how old?! This isn’t junior high, guys. Hell this isn’t even fucking high school. This kind of bull may have flied there but this is the big leagues boys.”
The two stared at him with twin expressions of confusion. Richard huffed.
“Daddy dearest may control a piece of this fine campus. Hell he may even have a teacher or two ready to give him a lap dance for more grant money. But if you don’t grow up, then you both are going to die here with or without Jared’s help. Now before I lose any more I.Q. points just by standing in your mere presence, then I’ll be on my way. C’mon Jared, we need to talk about stuff.”
Jared, too shock to protest, followed Richard’s lead. Richard kept a straight face until he heard the parting comment.
“Bro did we just get dissed?”
Once he rounded a corner, he broke out into snickers. Oh he loved doing that to the stupid people of the world, it made him happy. He enjoyed his afterglow for several more seconds when Jared coughed awkwardly. Richard turned to look at him with a smirk on his face.
“Hey um thanks,” said Jared awkwardly.
“No problem, kid,” said Richard with a shrug, “I know I may come off as a total douchebag but I have no tolerance for idiocy.”
Jared gave him a small smile at that, “Do you mind if we started over?”
Richard tried to ignore the double back-flip his heart did at that, “…Sure. Why not?”
“Hi,” said Jared with a dopey grin revealing dimples, “I’m Jared.”
“Hey,” said Richard allowing a tiny smile on his face, “I’m Richard.”
And they shook hands.
“Courage isn’t just a matter of not being afraid. It’s being afraid and doing what you have to do anyways.” –Third Doctor
Over the next couple months following their reintroduction, Richard and Jared had bonded. Granted while they were total opposites in all aspects, they still managed to enjoy each other’s company.
Richard would take Jared off on his flights of fancy taking him anywhere along the way from back room burlesque shows to bohemian poetry readings to crashing a foreign diplomats party. It amused the college freshman to no end.
However, Jared kept Richard grounded. He made sure the eccentric junior remembered to eat and sleep for decent periods of time.
It was a solid (and shocking) friendship. No one could really understand how the two fit together so well.
Richard would just smirk and drag Jared off on another adventure. Granted, he liked the other man’s company. Jared was well read and had a quick wit and was gorgeous. It made Richard go all tingly and warm on the inside like when he eats smores.
Richard knew that there was a good chance that he was falling in love with Jared.
He sighed as he watched his friend sleep on his and Misha’s couch.
‘Fuck,’ thought Richard, ‘I’m so fucked.’
Slowly Richard stood and kissed Jared’s forehead. Flushing, he practically dashed out of the room.
He never said he was a brave man after all.
“There’s no point being grown up if you can’t be childish sometimes.” –Fourth Doctor
“Davidson!” shouted Mark.
“Baker!” growled Richard.
“Please have you seen Baker’s scarf?”
“Davidson wore celery asshole. CELERY!!! The scarf was at least epic.”
“Do I even want to know?” Richard heard Jared ask Misha.
“They’re having a classic Who argument involving the fourth and fifth Doctors,” stated Misha blandly.
“Oh! Doctor Who,” said Jared proud with himself for knowing what it was, “People keep on telling me that I would like it.”
Now that got Richard’s attention. He turned to Jared with a scandalize look on his face.
“You mean you’ve never seen an episode?”
Jared shook his head, “Well I’ve seen like a grand total of three with that Tennant guy.”
“Mark,” began Richard and the man snapped to attention, “We’re on a convert mission. Grab my New Who. He’ll be more familiar with that. Then we’ll ease him into the Classics.”
“Jared, you need Doctor Who in your life. Now come with me and don’t be frightened.”
“Too late for that,” muttered Jared as Richard grabbed his hand.
Said man looked at his roommate, clearly amused by the situation.
“Grab snacks. We’re not leaving the room until Jared is converted.”
“I’m really scared now,” said Jared wondering if he should call his dormmate Jensen for a rescue mission.
“Yessir,” mock saluted Misha leaving.
“Richard I have…,” began Jared.
“THERE’S NO TIME!!!!!” screamed Richard as he tackled Jared into the living room.
With Jared looking up at him confused, amused, and a little frightened; Richard’s heart began to beat faster. He grinned.
Jared’s heart was racing too.
“Richard?” murmured Jared with a flush spreading across his cheeks.
“I’m gonna kiss you now, okay?”
“It’s about time you got with the program, kid,” said Richard gleefully.
Jared laughed and pressed their lips together. Once they pulled away, Richard looked even more determined.
“Fuck,” said Richard with a grin, “You’re perfect at kissing too. Now all you need to do is become a Doctor Who nerd and then I’ll…”
“You’ll what?” asked Jared with a raised eyebrow.
“No clue but it’ll be epic,” said Richard solemnly.
Jared let out a deep belly laugh at that. And then Richard got up and dragged him to the living where the converting process began.
“Oh marvelous, you’re going to kill me. What a finely tuned response to the situation.” –Fifth Doctor
When Richard met Jensen, he had to wonder where all these ridiculous pretty guys kept on coming from. There has to be something in the water in Texas to keep on producing these men. Like Matt, three doors down, was also ridiculously pretty for a guy and Texan. Not that Richard noticed (or at least he tried not to) because he was a taken man.
Jared seemed nervous about introducing him to Jensen though.
“He’s an awesome guy, Rich,” said Jared as he rubbed the back of his neck, “He’s just a little shy and kind of protective of me. But I promise you two will get along great.”
Richard tried to believe Jared. He really did but usually the whole ‘meet someone important in my life’ thing never really worked out for him. It wasn’t like he was unfriendly or anything, but some people just sensed his natural asshole-ness and tended to pounce.
“If you say so gorgeous,” said Richard as he wrapped an arm around Jared’s trim waist.
Jared beamed at him with a nervous smile still on his face. He pressed a kiss to Richard’s hair.
“Thanks,” whispered Jared to Richard.
“Anytime, Jare, anytime.”
“Jared!” called out another lightly Texas accented voice.
Richard turned to see this mysterious Jensen, Jared’s best friend and roommate, and stared. Tall but shorter than Jared with spikey blondish hair and big green eyes complete with model good looks was the man that was lightly jogging over to them.
Jared grinned and clapped Jensen on the shoulder.
“Jen, this is Richard. Richard, this is Jensen.”
“Pleasure,” said Richard dryly.
“Likewise,” answered Jensen just as dryly.
Jared looked between his kind-of boyfriend and his best friend before sighing. This was going to end with them as best friends or in tears of frustration on his part.
“You guys stay here and chat,” said Jared suddenly, “While I go and grab us some coffee.”
The two nodded as Jared made a hasty retreat.
“So,” began Jensen but Richard cut him off.
“Look I know where this is going. So let’s cut to the chase okay?” asked Richard crossing his arms, “Yes I like Jared. No I have not gone to jail. Yes I am an asshole but dammit I’m a lovable asshole. Yes I realize how freaking lucky I am that Jared even looks at me let alone think of me in that way. Yes I know that if I so much as make him cry, then you will hunt me down and kill me. Yes I will try not to hurt Jared in any way, shape or form. No I am not related to the guy from Jericho, we just look alike. Yes most of the rumors about me are true especially the one about the full scale TARDIS and the Philosophy club’s Atheist Christmas party.”
Once he stopped, Richard spared a glance at Jensen, who looked impressed.
“Good to know,” said the other with a smirk, “But what I really wanted to ask was if your friend Misha was single.”
Richard stared at Jensen for several moments before breaking out into peals of laughter with the other man following him a couple seconds later.
Alright, so maybe this ‘meeting the important people’ thing wasn’t so bad after all.
“Sorry about that, but we weren’t getting anywhere with me playing pat-a-cake with the wall.”-Sixth Doctor
“Alright,” said Jared nodding seriously, “I think I understand it.”
“Good,” said Richard with equal seriousness, “Now tell it back to me.”
“Most of the Doctor’s companions are female. While a good portion of them seem to want to tie him up and have their wicked way with him, it will not happen. Yes, there is Rose Tyler. But she got a clone and was dumped in an alternate universe. The Doctor may be flexible with other races and genders due to his errant crushing on Jamie McCrimmon. While fans speculate (and some pray), there is no conclusive proof that the Master and the Doctor had wild gay sex with each other.”
“Congratulations,” beamed Richard, “I have taught you well.”
Jared laughed brightly and placed a soft kiss on Richard’s lips.
“So what’s my reward for being a good student?” asked Jared in the deep sexy voice that sent shivers up Richard’s spine.
“Depends,” whispered Richard back as he placed a kiss on Jared’s lips, “What’s the best Whoinverse pairing?”
“Jack and Ianto,” murmured Jared as his hand slipped up Richard’s shift, “Because my grandpa was a RAF volunteer and I fit in his greatcoat.”
And that was one of the single hottest things that Richard had ever heard in his life.
“Tell me we’re going to have sex.”
Jared picking him up, slinging him over his shoulder and carrying to the bedroom was all the answer Richard needed.
The fantastic, mind-blowing sex that followed was just icing.
When Jensen came home later, saw them curled naked around his each other and just stared…well Richard couldn’t help but bask in an amused post coital afterglow as Jared tried to “fix” his broken roommate.
“Love has never been noted for its rationality.” –Seventh Doctor
“Why. Can’t. I. Say. It,” said Richard as he banged his head against the wall.
“I can’t believe you chickened out and quoted Scott Pilgrim to him. I’m in lesbians with you? Jared thought you were drunk!” said Misha with a note of vindictive glee in his voice.
“I am a little drunk!” exclaimed Richard as he waved his arms about, “But how am I supposed to tell him that I fucking love him?! I don’t do this emotional crap.”
“See what you need is a Camaro,” said Misha sagely, “Preferably one disguised as an alien robot.”
“While that would epic,” agreed Richard wondering if his roommate was a little high, “I need some sort of valid idea.”
Misha, helpful as always, shrugged, “Just do WWDD?”
“He would sacrifice the chance for love to himself from the hurt?”
Misha rolled his eyes, “WWCJHD?”
“Hmmm,” mumbled Richard to himself, “Now there’s a thought.”
“Oh Lord,” muttered Misha to himself, “Please don’t get arrested, Rich.”
“No promises!” called Richard as he stumbled to his bedroom to concoct his master plan.
Misha sighed and took out his cell phone. He opened a new text message and began to forewarn Jensen that something was about to go down.
A couple of days later, Richard’s plan was ready.
Jared blinked as he walked onto the roof of the Theatre building.
“Richard?” he tentatively called for his boyfriend, when a sound rang out.
He knew that sound.
It was a TARDIS sound.
No, it was THE TARDIS sound.
So Jared did what any self-respecting Doctor Who fan would do, he ran toward it.
He had to laugh when he saw his boyfriend standing there with a pair of speakers at his feet. A picnic basket was placed next to him as well as a telescope.
But what had Jared’s attention was the sign in Richard’s grasp.
I LOVE YOU, JARED
And Jared was running, almost knocking Richard over in an attempt to kiss him and tell him that he felt the same way.
“Grace, I came to life before your eyes. I held back death. Look, I can’t make your dream come true forever, but I can make it come true today.” –Eighth Doctor
When Richard came back to his apartment after a grueling finals week, he was fully expecting to sleep and have a (very manly) cry about his grades.
However, the sight that greeted him was way more welcomed.
There sat Jared on his favorite chair. His long legs stretched before him and a manila envelope in his hand. Richard’s eyes were on Jared’s body as he took in the period clothes.
Nineteen-forties period clothing to be exact: a lightish blue shirt with an open collar revealing a white undershirt, brown trousers, boots, bracers and a belt fitted Jared’s long form almost beautifully. Then Richard’s gaze zeroed in on the other thing Jared was wearing: an authentic R.A.F. blue-grey greatcoat.
Jared looked up and grinned at him.
“Hello Richard. My name is Captain Jared Padalecki and I’ve been hoping to talk to you about a job.”
Richard swallowed thickly as he stared.
The roleplaying and the sex was definitely the best he has ever had.
“Everybody lives, Rose! Just this once! Everybody lives!!!” –Ninth Doctor
Richard would be the first to admit that he was awful with the whole relationship thing.
He was terrible at remembering birthdays and anniversaries. He could be a bit selfish in bed. He didn’t really do the whole domesticity thing. There were things he wanted to do, places he wanted to see, lives he wanted to affect.
There was so much to do and not enough time to do it in. And relationships always got too complicated for his likings. Why puzzle over the seemingly constant battle for dominance in the relationship when there was a world to be seen out there?
Richard would admit that he was an impatient man. He always wanted dessert before dinner and to know who HAD done it before he read the book.
He never thought that there would be someone out there who felt the same way.
Sometimes, Richard would watch Jared and wondered how he got so lucky.
Jared wanted adventure in his life. He wanted to backpack around Europe and criss-cross America on a road trip. He, like Richard, wanted to see the world and experience it before time caught up with him. Jared couldn’t remember birthdays or anniversaries, but he always made sure to brighten Richard’s day. He knew Richard didn’t do domesticity, so he eased his way into Richard’s heart.
Jared was a very patient man.
And whenever Jared kissed Richard, eyes blown wide with desire and lips petal soft, Richard felt like he could do anything.
“You need to get yourself a better dictionary. When you do look up ‘genocide’. There you’ll find a little picture of me with the caption ‘over my dead body’ under it.” –Tenth Doctor
“So you graduated,” said Jared with a huge grin. Richard huffed and tried to blow his tassel from his face.
“Yep,” he answered when Jared moved it.
“So what’s next?”
Richard licked his lips and shrugged, “I don’t know. I mean you have a couple semesters left. Maybe I can go to grad school or something.”
Jared nodded, “Yeah you can do that.”
They both were silent.
“Or you can go travel.”
“What?” asked Richard with wide eyes.
“Oh please Richard,” said Jared with a roll of his eyes, “Do you think I’m blind? Or an idiot? You’ve been talking about seeing the world more then you talk about Doctor Who. I want you to go out there and see some of the world.”
“Then what?” asked Richard.
“Then you come back,” said Jared, “And you take me to see it.”
“What about what I haven’t seen?”
“Then we explore it together.”
Richard smiled and kissed his boyfriend.
“I love you.”
Jared raised an eyebrow at that, “Beg pardon?”
“We can do it in Canada. Marry me, Jared. After you graduate, marry me.”
“Momma’s not going to like that I eloped after I graduate.”
“Please your mom loves me.”
Jared laughed to himself for a moment. He looked at Richard and smiled.
“Alright, you crazy person, I’ll marry you.”
Richard grinned and laughed kissing Jared.
Two weeks later, he was gone.
However, he and Jared both had bright blue engagement bands with one reading POLICE and the other reading BOX.
“All of time and space; everywhere and anywhere; every star that ever was. Where do you want to start?” –Eleventh Doctor
The minister, a pretty forty-ish blonde, looked at them with amusement clear on her face.
Richard and Jared stood in front of her grinning like loons. Both were in jeans. Richard was wearing a clean white t-shirt and a floor-length multi-color scarf with a kind of floppy hat, while Jared wore a button up with a bow tie.
Misha had a celery stalk pinned on his shirt, while Jensen wore a shirt with question marks all over it.
The hickeys on their necks made it clear that there was a quick make-out session in the car after Richard and Jared left to talk to the minister.
So here they were in fully geekiness before a minister to be wed.
When they said their ‘I do’s’, they both made another promise in its place.
“Always and forever until time stops will I love you.”
And after the wedding, with the certificate tucked in Jared’s back pocket, they went to Richard’s dark blue van affectionately nicknamed ‘TARDIS’ and drove off.
The future lay before them and the adventures were right ahead.
Always and forever