T is for Tension (SPOILERS)
A/N: A Reader's Choice chapter. This idea came from a friend of mine who started giving me random words when I told her I was writing something for the letter T. She asked to remain anonymous, cuz she's weird like that. I liked 'Tension'. We've had too much fluff, it's time for a little... not so much.
Jensen felt it coming. He could see it coming, really, like a train wreck, or a car accident. It was like those sickeningly slow few seconds where you know you're fucked, and it's too late to do anything about it. So much had happened that the stress just kept coming. When Roque got Pooch, it was the final straw.
It was like a pebble setting off a rock slide, or the smallest of echos triggering an avalanche. It happened so fast, Jensen wasn't even sure what had hit him. He just remembered a bunch of angry words, from both Cougar and himself. A lot of things he didn't mean, a lot of things Cougar knew weren't true. But when you're pushed to your breaking point, pieces fly and people get hurt, like a bomb going off in a crowded square.
When he had time to cool down, and it hit him full on what had happened, Jensen couldn't sleep. He couldn't think of anything else except the sniper sleeping as far away from him as he could get, hat over his face. His mind reeled, going over what he remembered hearing and saying. Eventually it became too much. He got to his feet and walked over, kneeling in front of Cougar. He reached out to nudge the sniper, but Cougar was faster, tipping his hat up onto his head and meeting Jensen's eyes.
"Cougs," Jensen said quietly, "I-"
Cougar held up his hand. Jensen blinked, confused. Cougar leaned forward and kissed him lightly. "Me too."