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Title: The Rumour
Author: Ninjabuscus and UnicyclingElephant
Rating: All the people of all the ages!
Warnings: Swear words. I know, I didn't even have to bloody check.
Disclaimer: One does not own Phil (AmazingPhil), Dan (DanIsNotOnFire), Chris (Crabstickz), PJ (KickthePJ), Dean or Jack (OMFGItsJackAndDean). All of this is fictional and in no way do I or UnicyclingElephant imply that any of these guys are actually in a relationship. None of this is real.

Jack’s PoV

I hadn’t realised I had fallen asleep until I was woken by frantic knocking at the front door. I opened my eyes groggily then looked around the room. I went into a state of panic for moment, because I wasn’t in my room. Then I looked next to me and saw Dean, now I remember where I am. He looked so peaceful. His head was resting on my chest and both of his hands rested next to his face. I tried to ignore the bandage that covered his left forearm; it was mostly red now instead of white. We should change that bandage soon. His hair was messy, but in a cute way. His fringe almost completely hid his eyes. Adorable, that’s the one word I would use to describe Dean now.

The knocking continued. I considered leaving the door, but then there’s the chance of the knocking waking Dean up. Carefully, I removed my arm from around Dean’s shoulder and moved his head off of my chest. The bed creaked slightly as I got up from it, nothing that should wake Dean though. I reached his bedroom door without a sound, but then I had to go and stub my toe on the fucking door. After a hurried and hushed sentence consisting mainly of shit, crap, fuck and calling the door a fucking twat, I looked back over at Dean. He fidgeted a bit, but then he was still again. After a few seconds of me standing there like a lemon, I went out into the hallway, closing the door of Dean’s room behind me. I crept through the hallway and down the stairs, finally reaching the front door. Whoever was there was still knocking. I opened the door to see a very worried PJ.

“Jack, please you have to help!” PJ almost shouts franticly.

“Why, what’s wrong?” I ask, trying to seem calm.

“Chris.”

“Is he hurt?”

“Worse.”

“What can be worse?”

“My dad has kidnapped him and hidden him somewhere!”

“Wow, that is worse...”

“No shit! And my dad is just sitting in the fucking living room like nothing has fucking happened!” He yelled.

“Calm down PJ, Dean’s sleeping. Have you told the police?”

“Yes, and they’ve taken my dad. He’s admitted to taking Chris but he won’t say anything else! Please Jack, you’ve got to help me.” He was on the verge of tears. My heart went out for the guy, I know how close he and Chris were, possibly still are.

“I will, but what are we going to do?”

“I think I have an idea where Chris is.”

“Are you sure?”

“THIS ISN’T THE TIME TO BE FUCKING SURE! WE HAVE TO GO NOW!”

“OK, OK. Let me get my shoes and we’ll go.”

“What’s going on?” I turned and saw Dean at the top of the stairs, yawning and rubbing one of his eyes.

“CHRIS IS GONE!” PJ all but screamed.

“Seriously?”

“Yes and we’re going to try and find him. You stay here, I’ll be back soon.” I said.

“No!” Dean ran down the stairs to stand in front of me. “I’m going with you!”

“No Dean, you should stay here after that little incident earlier. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“No, Chris is my friend to. I want to help.”

“Dean...”

“Jack, please.”

I looked at him. His hair was slightly messy, and he looked pale and he had dark circles under his eyes. Plus the cut I knew was hidden under his fringe from earlier. Then I looked at his eyes, which were filled with a fiery determination which slightly scared me, but in a good way. For a small guy, he sure has a strong will. I can’t let him stay here. I know he could possibly get hurt, but he seems so determined to help. I sighed.

“Peej, is it OK if Dean helps?” I saw Dean grin out of the corner of my eye, and I couldn’t help but smile a little.

“The more the better. I would ask Dan and Phil, but due to obvious reasons I can’t. Just come on!”

Quickly, Dean and I got our shoes and jackets. We headed out of the door, and Dean closed it behind us. Just as he locked it, I turned him around and placed my lips on his. It was a short but sweet kiss. I pulled away to see him grinning even more than a few minutes ago. I ruffled his hair as I smiled down at him.

“My little Charmander.” I muttered.

I placed a quick kiss on his forehead, before we followed PJ. I don’t know where he’s going, but hopefully we find Chris soon. And hopefully, we find him unharmed. I know the chances of that are slim, but I can’t let that weigh me down. We have to find him. We will find him. For him. For PJ.

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Title: The Rumour
Author: Ninjabuscus and UnicyclingElephant
Rating: All the people of all the ages!
Warnings: Swear words. I know, I didn't even have to bloody check.
Disclaimer: One does not own Phil (AmazingPhil), Dan (DanIsNotOnFire), Chris (Crabstickz), PJ (KickthePJ), Dean or Jack (OMFGItsJackAndDean). All of this is fictional and in no way do I or UnicyclingElephant imply that any of these guys are actually in a relationship. None of this is real.

Jack’s PoV

I hadn’t realised I had fallen asleep until I was woken by frantic knocking at the front door. I opened my eyes groggily then looked around the room. I went into a state of panic for moment, because I wasn’t in my room. Then I looked next to me and saw Dean, now I remember where I am. He looked so peaceful. His head was resting on my chest and both of his hands rested next to his face. I tried to ignore the bandage that covered his left forearm; it was mostly red now instead of white. We should change that bandage soon. His hair was messy, but in a cute way. His fringe almost completely hid his eyes. Adorable, that’s the one word I would use to describe Dean now.

The knocking continued. I considered leaving the door, but then there’s the chance of the knocking waking Dean up. Carefully, I removed my arm from around Dean’s shoulder and moved his head off of my chest. The bed creaked slightly as I got up from it, nothing that should wake Dean though. I reached his bedroom door without a sound, but then I had to go and stub my toe on the fucking door. After a hurried and hushed sentence consisting mainly of shit, crap, fuck and calling the door a fucking twat, I looked back over at Dean. He fidgeted a bit, but then he was still again. After a few seconds of me standing there like a lemon, I went out into the hallway, closing the door of Dean’s room behind me. I crept through the hallway and down the stairs, finally reaching the front door. Whoever was there was still knocking. I opened the door to see a very worried PJ.

“Jack, please you have to help!” PJ almost shouts franticly.

“Why, what’s wrong?” I ask, trying to seem calm.

“Chris.”

“Is he hurt?”

“Worse.”

“What can be worse?”

“My dad has kidnapped him and hidden him somewhere!”

“Wow, that is worse...”

“No shit! And my dad is just sitting in the fucking living room like nothing has fucking happened!” He yelled.

“Calm down PJ, Dean’s sleeping. Have you told the police?”

“Yes, and they’ve taken my dad. He’s admitted to taking Chris but he won’t say anything else! Please Jack, you’ve got to help me.” He was on the verge of tears. My heart went out for the guy, I know how close he and Chris were, possibly still are.

“I will, but what are we going to do?”

“I think I have an idea where Chris is.”

“Are you sure?”

“THIS ISN’T THE TIME TO BE FUCKING SURE! WE HAVE TO GO NOW!”

“OK, OK. Let me get my shoes and we’ll go.”

“What’s going on?” I turned and saw Dean at the top of the stairs, yawning and rubbing one of his eyes.

“CHRIS IS GONE!” PJ all but screamed.

“Seriously?”

“Yes and we’re going to try and find him. You stay here, I’ll be back soon.” I said.

“No!” Dean ran down the stairs to stand in front of me. “I’m going with you!”

“No Dean, you should stay here after that little incident earlier. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“No, Chris is my friend to. I want to help.”

“Dean...”

“Jack, please.”

I looked at him. His hair was slightly messy, and he looked pale and he had dark circles under his eyes. Plus the cut I knew was hidden under his fringe from earlier. Then I looked at his eyes, which were filled with a fiery determination which slightly scared me, but in a good way. For a small guy, he sure has a strong will. I can’t let him stay here. I know he could possibly get hurt, but he seems so determined to help. I sighed.

“Peej, is it OK if Dean helps?” I saw Dean grin out of the corner of my eye, and I couldn’t help but smile a little.

“The more the better. I would ask Dan and Phil, but due to obvious reasons I can’t. Just come on!”

Quickly, Dean and I got our shoes and jackets. We headed out of the door, and Dean closed it behind us. Just as he locked it, I turned him around and placed my lips on his. It was a short but sweet kiss. I pulled away to see him grinning even more than a few minutes ago. I ruffled his hair as I smiled down at him.

“My little Charmander.” I muttered.

I placed a quick kiss on his forehead, before we followed PJ. I don’t know where he’s going, but hopefully we find Chris soon. And hopefully, we find him unharmed. I know the chances of that are slim, but I can’t let that weigh me down. We have to find him. We will find him. For him. For PJ.