So, hi, everybody! This is my second fanfic, and I'm sort of nervous. I'm huge, huge, huge into Marble Hornets, and I have been following whatever fanfic I can find. Sadly, there isn't a lot. D; So this is my attempt at it. Hopefully it's good. :3 If you have any input, give me a shout. I take any feedback. It helps me know what I'm doing right or wrong, so I can better satisfy my audience.
This fanfic takes place probably around entry 63. Jay and Tim have decided to team up, but they just haven't went to the tunnel, so the whole incident in entry 65 with the footage from Tim's chest camera hasn't happened. Yet. :P
Pairing: Jam (Jay/Tim) (Possibly Jay/Masky?) But only fluff. :3
Obviously I don't own Marble Hornets. I'm just another fan girl. ;w;
Warning: Some angst. Language, violence (some of it's graphic) and intense situations. There's a lot of fluff, but no smut.
Enjoy! And thanks for reading!
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Chapter 1
Jay sighed and rubbed his eyes with his palms. It was getting late, almost one am, but he couldn't sleep. He wasn't tired at all. In his head, the events of the day buzzed like angry hornets. Jay could hardly sort them out himself.
In fact, he could only just vaguely remember meeting with Tim for something earlier that afternoon. Something important, but he couldn't really remember it. In fact, Jay wasn't sure he wanted to remember.
All he could recall at the moment was the fact that he was holed up in yet another hotel room, he had several new bruises on his left arm (he didn't remember those, either) and he and Tim were supposed to meet up the next day, probably to go and check out the hospital again.
Tim seemed to want to go back again, but Jay couldn't imagine why. He had had enough of that damn hospital. Although, to be honest, he had had enough of this whole damn situation. Jay just wanted to go somewhere far away. Somewhere far away and safe where he could forget about Alex and the Operator and everything else.
Maybe if Jay left, Tim would be more inclined to disappear himself. Maybe they could both be happy. Maybe it didn't have to be this way.
After all, why were they even trying to do this? What were they even trying to do? Jay had told himself it was because he wanted to help Amy and Jessica and anyone else unfortunate enough to get tangled in this mess, but now he wasn't so sure. Alex was a lost cause, that was for sure. Maybe Jay was just trying to feel like he was doing something. Fighting back. Resisting, or something like that.
He snorted and shook his head. No, that was stupid. He had no idea what the hell he was doing anymore. Tim, he suspected, had his own motives for all this digging and investigating, but Jay wouldn't pry. For the time being, he was just happy to have an ally. Someone who was just as interested about digging up the truth as Jay was. Truth. Ha. Whatever the hell that meant.
He stole a glance at the alarm clock. He had long since turned off all the lights in his room, so the red letters were the only light in the room besides that of the flickering TV. Quarter after one. Jay moaned and closed his eyes. It was so late.
He picked up the remote and pressed the power button. There was a soft click, and his hotel room fell into darkness and silence. Jay stole a glance at his camera, which was set up on its tripod, lens directed at him.
Jay stripped down to his boxers and slipped under the comforters. He rolled onto his side, facing the clock, and waited for sleep to find him.
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Jay had been in the middle of a dream about being chased through the woods by a faceless man when he woke to the sound of his cell phone vibrating on his bedside table. He blinked several times, his vision blurry. The alarm clock read 4:27. He grumbled something and picked up his phone, answering it.
"Ello?" he mumbled.
"Jay? It's Tim. Sorry to call you this early, but I had to talk to you."
Jay rubbed his face groggily, fighting to stay away.
"S'okay," he muttered. "What happened? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." Tim's voice was a low growl, and even harsher due to exhaustion. "But I don't know for how long, that's why I called you."
At that, Jay was fully awake. He sat bolt upright, mind focused, muscles tense. "Tim, what do you mean? Do you need help?"
"Jay, relax, all right? I'm fine right now. But I'm not safe at my place right now, I can tell. I swear to god I saw somebody in a hoody outside my window."
Jay's heart skipped a beat. "Oh, no…"
"Yeah. Listen, I hate to ask you this, but do you think I could stay with you for the night? I mean, I wouldn't ask, but I'm kind of freaked out right now."
"I would be, too. And yeah, it's fine. I'll text you the directions."
"All right. Thanks. I'll be there soon, I guess."
Jay nodded, despite knowing Tim couldn't see him. "Be careful, all right?"
"Yeah, I will."
There was a click, and Tim hung up. Jay quickly texted him directions to his hotel and his room number and anxiously awaited the arrival of his friend.
Friend. Ha. Jay shook his head at that. It had been a long time since he had considered anyone a friend. Especially Tim, considering the…well, the snares they had hit in their "relationship" if you could call it that.
Most of the snags revolved around Tim's "other side." A masked man Jay had childishly dubbed Masky. Even though Jay had long since learned that the masked man was Tim, and that he had never intended to hurt him at all, and was some weird-ass kind of guide, Jay still didn't like to think about it at all. The whole split-personality thing was a mystery to him, not to mention it was creepy beyond belief.
His tormented musings were interrupted by a soft knock at the door. Jay quickly pulled on his clothes again, checked the peephole and saw Tim standing in the hallway beyond, hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket. He had gotten much thinner, Jay thought bitterly, and there were bags under his eyes that certainly hadn't been there before the two of them had teamed up.
Jay opened the door, and Tim stepped in, accompanied by the smell of cologne and cigarette smoke. Jay found himself dwelling on the scent longer than he probably should have.
"Hey," he said once Tim was inside the room.
"Hey. Thanks again for letting me come. I just couldn't feel comfortable back there." Tim fixed Jay with eyes that were both grateful and exhausted.
"No problem. You'd do the same for me, if I needed it."
Tim shrugged. Jay gestured to the couch beside them.
"You probably wanna crash, right? You look like you could use some sleep."
The man snorted. "I could say the same about you. But yeah, you're right, I guess. I'm exhausted. Is it a pull-out?"
"Yeah."
The two of them pulled out the couch and Jay grabbed the pillows and blankets out of the closet. Tim gave him another grateful look before the two of them settled in for the night.
So there it is! I hope you guys liked it. It'll get better, I promise. I just have some plot stuff to get out of the way, obviously. So stayed tuned, please. Pretty please? *cutesy face* ;w;
