AN: So this is my first story EVER! This is just the first chapter of what i hope to be a long and great story. We'll see where it takes me, as the story usually controls me, rather than me controlling the story. I will try and uptade as often as i can, but i wont make any promises because i dont want to break them. Criticism and advice is welcome, I'm definately trying to improve my skills here, so don't feel bad about pointing out flaws :) ENJOY!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything ever, this is just my imagination.
Pairing: OC/Chas. John/Chas
Spoilers: NONE! :)
Rating: pg for language. gets more intense later in the story.
Chapter 1
Chas had always wondered why he had never had a girlfriend. He knew he wasn't bad looking. He could be funny. He was a very kind and open person. Maybe too kind. Chas sat at Midnite's bar, pondering this tidbit of information, when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to find a boy, or man, who looked slightly older himself. He had piercing blue eyes and a messy mop of black hair. He was clad in dark wash blue jeans and a bright yellow zip up hoodie sweater.
"Hey," the boy grinned, "I couldn't help but notice you're by yourself. Need some company?". Chas gave him a shy smile and nodded. "I'm Jack by the way." Said the boy, holding out his hand.
"Chas." replied Chas, shaking Jack's hand.
"What are you drinking?" asked Jack.
"I, uh, can't drink. My 21st birthday is a couple weeks away. Until then I'm stuck eating peanuts." Chas admitted with an embarrassed smile. Jack chuckled, eyes twinkling.
"I can hook you up my man, don't worry." Jack said as he flagged over the bartender. "Two vodka sodas" Chas smiled gratefully at Jack.
"Thanks dude." He said. There was something about Jack that Chas was drawn to. He'd only known the guy for one minute, and yet he felt like he was with an old friend. The bartender gave Jack the two drinks, too busy to realize one of them was for an underage boy.
"Cheers." Said Jack, holding up his drink. They clinked glasses, each taking a sip. "So what's an attractive underage guy like you doing here at Midnite's by himself?" Jack inquired. Usually, Chas didn't reveal any true information about his presence at Midnite's, but he felt like Jack was just curious, and harmless.
"My boss has a meeting with the man himself. I sit here and wait until he's done." Chas said with a roll of his eyes. Jack squinted his eyes and looked at Chas suspiciously.
"You're not talking about John Constantine, are you?" Jack asked. Chas frowned in confusion.
"Uh, yeah, that's it. But how did you know that?" Jack abruptly got up from the barstool.
He fumbled with the zipper on his sweater as he looked around, suddenly seeming extremely uncomfortable.
"Uh, lucky guess..." Jack trailed off. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he grabbed Chas's hand, dragging him towards a dark and somewhat quieter area of the bar.
"Look Chas, this may be extremely dangerous for both of us, but I want to see you again."
Chas was taken aback. This never happened to him before! Maybe he would finally be in a relationship with someone other than John, which could hardly be called a relationship. The guy treated him like shit.
"Y-yeah, me too. But what could be so dangerous about it? You're not a criminal are you?" Chas stuttered. Jack just chuckled. Chas rather liked the way the corners of his eyes creased when he smiled.
He slipped a business card into the back pocket of Chas's jeans, winking at him as he pulled away.
Suddenly, Jack looked up and a wave of fear washed over his face.
"It was nice to meet you Chas, but I just remembered I have somewhere to be." The words practically flying out of Jack's mouth as he turned and walked swiftly to the door, eyes darting back through the dimly lit bar nervously.
Chas frowned and turned around, coming face to face with Constantine. He was looking at Jack's retreating form furiously, eyes flashing with anger, mouth in a thin straight line. Chas opened his mouth to ask what the death glare was for, when John whirled around and marched towards the exit, shoulders hunched.
Chas sighed and followed him silently out of the bar into the cool night air. He started to walk towards the cab when he realized that John was walking in the opposite direction.
"John! Hey, JOHN!" Chas called out after his boss.
John, however, had either not heard or was choosing to ignore him. Chas was more inclined to believe the latter. He frowned and got into the cab. He started the car, engine rumbling and spluttering. He needed to bring his car in for a fix up, but currently did not have the funds necessary. Chas started after Constantine, pulling the car up to the curb and slowing down to a crawl.
"John, come on. Get in the damn car." Chas said tiredly through the open window. John responded by blowing a puff of smoke and him and turning down an alley way. Chas coughed rolled up his window, peeling off of the curb and back onto the street. So it was going to be one of those nights. He rolled his eyes and made his way home. When he got to his shitty little apartment Chas immediately collapsed onto his stained mattress. He thought of Jack. The way his eyes would crinkle when he smiled. His bright yellow hoodie. And then Chas thought of the look on John's face. What was that all about? He could have sworn he saw a hint of jealousy come across his face, if only for the briefest of moments. Chas shook his head at that thought. It must have been the dim lighting at Midnite's, there's no way the John Constantine would be jealous of anything. He was much too proud. Eventually, Chas drifted off to sleep thinking of Jack's number tucked safely in his pocket and the prospect that he may get to see him again.