Rebel Without a Leslie
A Giant Fan fic
One-shot
Author: Stargazer-Lillies
Rating: T
Author's Note: If this doesn't tip you off I hate Rock Hudson's character, Bick Benedict in Giant. I bought the James Dean box set, and I had never seen Giant before. There was definitely not enough Jimmy in it.
Leslie stopped at Jett Rink's place after showing the doctor the village. She couldn't understand why Bick was so careless. These poor people were suffering and he wasn't prepared to do a thing about it.
Jett approached her car with his shotgun above his shoulders, in a furry collared shirt. She had never noticed how defined his features were before. His scruffy hair blew in the Texas wind, and his face begged her to come in and have some tea. So she did.
They sat at the table. She noticed on her way in, her picture from the newspaper when she married Bick was on the wall. He complimented her on how motherhood was good to her because she was prettier than ever. Leslie wished Bick would tell her she was pretty even half as much as Jett did.
He sat down beside her drinking his tea slowly, and they talked about what he had done with his land. He seemed happy and proud. Leslie must have struck a chord though when she asked why he wasn't married… He sighed.
He mumbled something indistinctively and Leslie strained to hear it.
"What was that Jett?" she asked in that sweet voice of hers.
"Well, no one is prettier than you, Leslie." He replied humbly, looking down at the table.
"Oh, Jett." She said when she realized his feelings for her. How had she not seen?
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Benedict" He said, rising from the table and washing his cup in the sink.
"There's nothing to be sorry for." She said. She approached the door. "I better be going." Before she could leave, Jett grabbed her passionately by the arm, and looked her in the eyes.
"He's not good enough for you Leslie," he cried out. "He's a racist, sexist Son of a bitch and I don't care if you think bad of me for saying that 'cause it's true." He looked at her, eyes pleading waiting for something, anything. She looked at him sadly.
"I know he is." She said. "I've known that for a long time, but he's the father of my children and I love him."
"But, why?" Jett asked, plagued by his feelings for Leslie. "That's all he wants from you, you know?" Jett replied. "Kids, offspring, someone to carry on his name. He doesn't probably even love them."
"How can you say such things?" She asked him, almost crying.
"You know it's true." He told her, breathing heavily.
"And what do you want from me, Jett Rink?" She asked looking deeply into his eyes.
"I want your love." He said timidly, as he let her go. He turned away from her, leaning on his counter. Leslie stood there in the kitchen.
Jett was so vulnerable and pure. She had spent enough time with him to know that. He was also so beautiful.
Leslie reached out to pull Jett around to face her. He looked up at her with the most endearing face she had ever seen. (A/N: Think East of Eden on the Ferris wheel) He leaned in to kiss her and she let go of everything. This kiss was so pure and so breathtaking; she knew what she had to do. Bick Benedict was history. She would take the children with her. They embraced and Jett stroked Leslie's hair ever so softly. She pulled away from him.
"I must go" She said, struggling to leave.
"Wait" He said so softly. "When will I see you again?" Leslie turned to him and smiled.
"Soon. And then we'll be together."
The End
A/N: Okay, so not that realistic, but it was meant to feed my James Dean addiction and stick it to Bick. (Hey that rhymes) Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it.
Long Live James Dean!