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Four || Barbecue Is Not Very Russian

Hey! So thank you soooo much for answering! Seriously, it really means a lot to me.

Okay! So the result was all yesses to Coal's POV! That's pretty snazzy, I've got an idea for that, and I shall be getting it up in a chapter or two. But for now, I have a dedication, another question, and then more Jensen, because you guys love him.

Dedication! Amysk8 gets this one because she votes and comments and has a pretty awesome book that you might consider checking out. By that I mean you should check it out. ASAP.

But, that aside, lots of people are interested in Jensen. To be specific: his love life. To be more specific: everybody wants him to have a girlfriend. So, just out of curiosity, are there any ships? Or are you waiting for another character? Some soulmate stuff going on? I am open to opinions, so feel free to speak - er comment.

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Jensen always woke up early. Street habit. At the orphanage it helped because it meant you got dibs on the bathroom, and or breakfast.

He felt disturbed this time when he got up. It was still dark out, just past twelve. This was early, even for him.

It didn't help that he heard footsteps moving swiftly down the hall and out the front door. Jensen crept out of bed, grabbing a paper clip off the desk just in case the door was locked and waited a few moments before opening it.

Nothing in the hall was amiss. Then he heard the front door open and close and he knew. Sighing, Jensen walked down to the last door and pushed it open. Sure enough, Tide was nowhere to be found. There was however, a very annoyed Coal handcuffed to the bedpost.

Jensen watched with amusement as he tried to melt the cuffs, and then he helpfully pointed out that Coal was going to burn the house down. The post was already smoking slightly. His tip was met with a glare.

"That's impressive." Jensen continued. "I taught her how to pickpocket those, you know."

"Not. Helping." Coal growled through clenched teeth.

"You might consider being nicer to me. I have a paper clip."

Coal's eyes lit up. "Can I have it?"

Jensen shrugged. "Maybe."

Coal huffed and tilted his head back in annoyance. "Please?"

"I don't know," Jensen was thoroughly exploiting his power. "I really think she doesn't want to be followed. Locked you here and all. How exactly did that happen again?"

Coal let out another tortured sigh of irritation, not answering.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." Jensen said, smirking. "What if she walked off a cliff? Would you still follow her?"

"Yes. Now give me the freaking paper clip."

Jensen held it up, but before handing it over, he made his tone solemn. "You're not going to stop her. She's practically a force of nature. She does what she wants."

Coal sighed in defeat. "Yeah, I know."

"Alright. Have fun." he said and gave the clip over. "Please refrain from dying, if you can."

Jensen wasn't getting anymore sleep, that was certain. So he went down to the kitchen to find something to amuse himself.

He had just discovered some files in Rian's stuff, when Coal rushed down the stairs.

"You're getting slow Mushu," Jensen tutted in disproval.

"Shut up." Coal replied in his usual, amazingly tactful manner, but then his footsteps paused at the door. "Thank you." he said quickly.