|Man on a Mission
Author: ChocolateSoul383 PM
Jensen was a man with a mission. Nothing would stand in his way of finding when exactly Carlos 'Cougar' Alvarez was born. And he would celebrate it whether Cougar wanted it or not.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Friendship/Humor - J. Jensen & Cougar - Chapters: 4 - Words: 6,666 - Reviews: 11 - Favs: 14 - Follows: 15 - Updated: 08-31-11 - Published: 03-31-11 - Status: Complete - id: 6861384
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~AN~ Happy birthday to me :D Well, it's on the 14th... Of June but I didn't have this done by then -guilty look- . What does that say about me? ... It's been so long, I was really supposed to be done by then, but Glee grabbed me and wouldn't let me go. So now I have Kurt and Blaine fighting with Jensen and Cougar over who gets to be written about. It's because of Glee that I figured out how to end this, though I didn't make it a song fic.
The walk had been mostly silent for Cougar. He hadn't really needed to speak and Jensen was being abnormally quiet. It almost felt as if the hacker was holding back for his sake, but he couldn't tell for sure. While they silently pause, waiting for the light to change and allow them to cross the street without having gruesome aftermath. The wind was picking up gradually and Cougar took notice of the looming clouds overhead.
"Jake, this place is near yes?" As much as Cougar liked walking in quiet he was not interested in getting drenched in the semi-cold climate.
"Yeah. We're actually there now." Jensen smiled bashfully at his secret not-so-secret crush, not meaning to sound like such a smart alec on his birthday but doing it all the same.
Cougars eyes crinkled in amusement as he took in the old style building before him. It did not look like a restaurant or any place that would have food. Raising an eyebrow he turned to his friend.
"Hey man, don't knock it 'til you try it,"
Smiling Jensen led him into the small restaurant. To Cougars surprise the place was bigger and more formal than he had first thought. All the waiters were wearing suits and the waitresses formal dresses. The tables looked to be made of oak wood and everything felt like it belonged just as it was. While he took in the place Jensen walked over to a man standing behind a desk and talked quietly, probably about a having both of their backs to the wall when they were seated or something like that. At that thought he smiled inwardly, it pleased him more than anyone on the team could probably comprehend that they had celebrated. He never had since he felt so guilty that he was alive yet another year while others had died, but for some reason when the team did something it seemed all right to just let what happened, happen.
It occurred to him that this was a part of Jensen's gift but he wasn't entirely sure. A petit server led them to a table that as Cougar had guessed let them both comfortably face the inside of the room. It irked him slightly when he saw the hacker slip a note to her and wink though. If it really was a gift for him would Jensen really be trying to hit on people so blatantly?
"Okay Cougs, don't worry about anything and no you don't get a menu because I already ordered."
Cougar frowned, que?
"It's seriously all right. Stop glaring at me. Oh yeah, no I wasn't flirting with anyone, I wish." Jensen said in his usual tumble of words, once again surprising the sniper at how he had managed to get all that when he had only said a few words.
"It's because I'm awesome." Jensen ginned maniacally. Cougar had thoughts on if Jensen was psychic, and just a little bit crazy. He decided possibly the former but most definitely the latter.
After a few more minutes of waiting the same waitress came with two plates of food. Nothing of which Cougar had ever seen in his life, which was saying something considering all the places they'd been on the wild goose chase that was Max. He eyed them a little suspiciously until Jensen beckoned him to begin, and even then he smelled the dish first.
"Oh come on man, I've seen you take on fifty dudes with AK's do you really think something I ordered is going to kill you? And no you cannot answer yes. I'll have you know this place has excellent reviews so shut-up and eat." The blonde paused scratched the back of his head and added "Please eat that which I have offered you with high hopes that you will like."
Cougar nodded and laughed inside his head, bravely taking a forkful of the greyish noodles and shoving them into his mouth. He was surprised when it was indeed actually good and was complimented perfected with a glass of something, he would not know what any of this was called it would seem.
The meal passed with Jensen making his typical remarks and filling up what otherwise would be silence. Not that Cougar needed to speak that much anyway, the hacker more than filled what could've been even remotely quiet. It was nice actually, the cascade of Jensen's voice that would rise and fall depending on how strongly he felt about any given thing. It was calming, though Cougar was curious since nothing super drastic had happened and it was Jensen who had planned it all. The food had all tasted delicious, there had been nothing that jumped out and scared the crap out of the sniper, nothing. It was just a pleasant evening with the two of them.
Jensen wrung his hands nervously under the table, this was it. He had planned it all for this and practiced like a fool (which earned relentless mocking from Pooch). Now he was gonna do it. He did a quick check of everything, eyes panning the room for the staff so they would know he was beginning. When they were aware he glanced at Cougar. The sniper had been staring at him for a while and it was kind of unnerving, not the creepy unnerving you get when a creepy old person is looking at you through binoculars, but the intense stare of someone trying to figure you out.
"Ahem... Yeah okay here is my gift to you, I mean besides all this naturally." Jensen made waving motions encompassing the entire establishment as he spoke. He had stood up and he saw Cougar shift as if to listen intently to whatever he was going to say, no that didn't add pressure. Of course not.
The socially inept hacker brushed away the blush that may or may-not have been creeping up his neck and across his face. The server that seated them made eye contact with Jensen and played a note from a piano app on their phone. Jensen was thankful he set that up, the first note would have been destroyed otherwise. Keeping said note in his head he began to sing. Not his usual out of key rendition of Journey -though he had been tempted- but something he really put his heart into and tried to make perfect.
The staff moved about for a bit and before Jensen could really get going they had the backgrounds of he song he was doing playing instead of the jazz that usually played on their speakers. He smiled and paused, waiting for the song to catch up to where he had gotten before singing with the tune.
The entire restaurant paused what they were doing and looked to the blonde serenading Cougar. When the song concluded an applause rand through the place and Jensen blushed like mad.
"Okay, ignoring them. I'm going to ask something that probably won't disgust you since you're looking pretty flattered right now. Okay here I go and if you laugh I will punch you. You know I can."
Cougar nodded and Jensen continued, "I Jacob Jensen humbly ask that you grace me with your presence to go to places such as movies, the gun range, restaurants or any activity you enjoy on a semi-regular basis."
After some truly nerve racking moments for Jensen he heard the quiet chuckle of approval and witnessed the grin that usually never showed.
"¿Qué pasa con Clay?"
From google it says that's what the spanish means. If it's wrong please do tell me so I can fix it.
¿Qué pasa con Clay? What about Clay?
Again, sorry this took forever to update. I totally forgot how I wrote the 3rd part (it's been that long) so I took liberties here. I'm pretty sure it's fine but if it's totally off the mark you'll just have to live with it hahahahaha.