Title: Bitter Trust Chapter 1/?

Genre: Partial AU, Slash, Romance, J2

Words: 1,627

Rating: Pg13

Warnings: Angst, kidnap.

Disclaimer: In no way mine. It's all lies.

Summary: Ever since Jared and Jensen came out and married, they seem to have the spotlight on them constantly. Most of their fans were happy and supportive when they came out, but as with always in fandoms, there are occasionally 'nutty fans' and unfortunately one seems to be focusing all his attention on Jared. The police are quick to assure the couple that Jared isn't in any real danger, but they could be proved fatally wrong when the stalker's obsession leads to kidnap. For Jensen that's the final straw, he isn't going to stand back while his husband is trapped by some psycho! He's going to bring Jared back himself if he has to – after all, he didn't get the part of Dean Winchester for nothing.

A/N: Based on a plot bunny by imogen_lily (Thank you!), who was also a huge help with the planning of this fic. I'm not sure how many chapter's this will have and I won't be able to post as frquently as my previous stories but I hope you like the start anyway! I have 5 chapters already written and will be posting one a day while I write more and finish planning 'Sweet Sacrifice'. Please rememner to review! Thank you! :)

"Jared I love you with all my heart and soul. You're everything to me and always will be. I want to spend the rest of my life proving it to you . . . if you'll let me. Jared? Baby? Make me the happiest guy in the world . . . please?"

Looking down into the eyes of the man he loved Jared waited for the inevitable fear to take over. He waited for all of his usual doubts and excuses to flood back and remind him why he couldn't accept. But it just . . . never happened. Looking down into those warm, pleading green eyes, so full of love – the very eyes that had stolen his heart in the first place – he felt the most tremendous rush of emotion. He felt love, adoration, comfort and through all of it not a single second of fear. It was in that moment that Jared realized with startling clarity that he was no longer afraid. He had no reason to be . . . not anymore . . . not with – him. And suddenly Jared knew there was only one answer he could give.

Keeping his eyes locked on tender green he whispered the one word that would seal his commitment to this beautiful man:

"Yes . . ."

Jared awoke with a groan. His head felt like there was a malfunctioning jackhammer inside it and he wasn't ruling out the possibility of his throat actually being on fire. His whole body felt . . . strange, like he wasn't fully in control of it.

Fuck . . . what the hell had happened to him? Last night . . . why couldn't he remember?

Eventually Jared managed to co-ordinate himself enough to attempt to open his eyes. His bleary eyes sluggishly scanned his surroundings allowing him to see . . . absolutely nothing. Wherever he was it was pitch black – not even a slither of light anywhere. And if that wasn't enough to get him panicked, his next discovery certainly was. In his attempts to move he realized with a growing feeling of sickening dread that he was both his arms and legs were bound and tied to whatever he was currently lying on. It felt like a bed but with the lack of light he couldn't be sure, not that it even really mattered. No. what mattered was the fact that he was currently tied up in a room where he couldn't see a thing and worst of all . . . he wasn't alone in the darkness. There was someone there with him. He could hear them breathing. He could hear – whoever it was – as they moved around the room, circling him like a bird of prey closing in for the attack. Who was this person? He'd been told how much danger he could be in but he'd never, for a second believed that it would come to this. That it would go this far, and for the first time since it had all started all those months ago, the true gravity of his situation weighed on him. He dreaded whatever would come next.

Willing his eyes to adjust to the heavy darkness he heard his captor move close towards him. He felt their eyes burning a brand onto his skin . . . and . . . oh, God what a fucking perfect time to realize that he was naked as well as completely helpless.

His captor moved in and suddenly Jared felt a hand in his hair – stroking him. He tried to flinch away but his captor – who Jared was now certain was a man – was strong, he kept Jared's head in place while he continued with his unwelcome caress. Jared tried to speak, to tell the man to get the fuck off and stop touching him but his head was still messed up. He felt drowsy and even the simple act of speech seemed beyond him, all that came out was the smallest of whimpers. What had this guy done to him?

"Shh, shh, shh. It's o.k. Jared, it's o.k. I'm here. I'm going to take care of you. You're safe now. You're safe with me."

These were the first words the kidnapper had spoken. They allowed Jared to confirm his suspicions that it was in fact a man that was holding him as his prisoner. The words were spoken softly almost a whisper, like a he was speaking to a small child. It was meant to be comforting to him Jared supposed, but there was something about the voice. Something distantly familiar, but in his disoriented state he couldn't place it for the life of him.

"Baby there a few things I still need to do before we can start our new life together. You woke up a little too early and I'm not going to be able to give you my full attention and you never deserve any less so . . . you're not gonna like it . . . but I'm going to have to put you back to sleep for a little while o.k.?"

Jared started to panic but before he could make any discernable move of protest there was a cloth covering his mouth and nose and the harder he fought to turn his head away the harder the cloth pressed down. It was useless, there was no way he could keep fighting the pull of unconsciousness.

His last thoughts before he gave in and let the sickly sweet smell of the chloroform pull him under were of loving green eyes and a tender smile. His mind screaming out to the man he loved more than anything. Praying he would find him.

Jensen.

(Eight Months ago.)

Jared could feel his anger rising as he read and reread the text in front of him. Trying to calm himself did nothing to quell the fire burning inside him.

"Jensen!"

Jensen came rushing round the corner into the front room clearly concerned over his fiancés enraged shout.

"What? What is it? What's wrong?"

"Have you read this?" Jared asked shoving the glossy gossip magazine into Jensen's hands.

"That's what's got you so angry? A celebrity gossip magazine?"

"Just read it."

Glancing down at the page Jared had left it open on he saw it littered with pictures of his and Jared's faces and he suddenly felt he knew exactly where this was going. With a labored sigh he mentally braced himself and began to read the beginning of the article:

"T.V.'s hottest couple are set to marry after a whirlwind romance spawned from working together as Sam and Dean Winchester – two demon hunting brothers on the hit CW show Supernatural. With Mr. Ackles's questionable and very public romantic history you'd be forgiven for thinking that Jared Padalecki was insane for committing himself to the notorious heart-breaker. There is no sign yet as to how long this 'match-made-in-heaven' will actually last but with Jensen Ackles's track-record and lothario reputation we're willing to bet the honeymoon period won't be too long-lived. Either way the marriage between the two co-stars certainly won't hurt ratings when the guys take to filming season seven of Supernatural later this year. . . " And that was it, Jensen had read enough. "Jay, babe, I've told you before to just ignore this kind of thing. It's not worth stressing-out over." He turned then throwing the magazine into the trash.

"How am I supposed to just ignore it? They have no right to speculate on our relationship! And the shit they keep saying about you, Jen, I'm sick of it!"

"Jay, the people who write these things aren't looking past they're next paycheck – they write what sells truth be damned. There's no point over-thinking it. . . "

"But they keep making you out to be some kind of monster who uses people before leaving them with nothing and that's not you. I know it's not you."

Jensen cast his eyes down momentarily at that, his face unreadable before he stepped up to Jared and looked into his eyes.

"Look at me Jay. I love you. I love everything about you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You do believe me right."

"Of course I do Jen."

"Then that's all that matters."

Jared sighed and all but threw himself down onto the couch.

"I know, but it just . . . it really pisses me off that they're saying those things about you and they just won't leave us alone y'know? It's like by the time we actually get to the wedding it won't even be ours anymore."

Jensen moved behind Jared on the couch and began massaging the man's tense shoulders, comforting him.

"That's not gonna happen baby. I'll make sure of it. Our wedding is about us and only us and any paparazzi ain't gonna make it through the door, any of them try and well . . . I won't be held responsible for my actions."

"Are you trying to tell me that there's a strong possibility my new husband's gonna get locked up on our wedding day? Damn, if I'd of known that I've picked someone like Johnny Depp – at least he has the star power to get away with it . . ."

"Oh. So you think he'd make a better husband than me? Charming, really."

Smiling Jared turned around to look into Jensen's beautiful green eyes. Cupping Jensen's face tenderly Jared confessed:

"No. You're going to be the best, I can tell."

Jensen beamed at his fiancé before leaning forward to kiss his lips softly.

"Glad to hear it, now get off your lazy ass and help me – we have a wedding to finish planning.

TBC