My Muse

1st Degree -- Jensen and the Ghost of Jourdan

My Muse

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"That’s right Tommy, keep holding tight."

"Push me harder Jensen"

"Tommy if you fall from here your mom will kill me."

"If you don’t push me harder Ill tell my mom you are being mean to me." 

"Okay, fine Ill push you harder. Hold on!"

 

"Kids" 

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TWO

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1st Part

About six months after I moved with my aunt, she lost her job at the Fire Station so we had to move to a more humble neighborhood. 

She got a job at the local store.

  
I was working at the school cafeteria, but I had to add another job to that one, so I started working after school at the book store. 

The house where we moved to was not bad at all. I liked it more than the other house. Sure I didn’t have a bed, being it was only two bedrooms, but the sofa wasn’t so bad after I got used to it. 
  

By then, I had gotten used to the treatment. My cousins were brats, and my aunt was a mean woman. But I had a roof and food, I could not complain.

My aunt still whined about petty stuff. Like she wouldn’t let me be in the computer. 

That time in particular I think something bad had happened to her at work because she was especially rough to me and that would only happen when something else had ticked her off... 

 

"What are you doing Jensen? I told you NO COMPUTER for you. 

"You are a rebel like your father aren’t you… oh no! wait. You are an orphan, so how can we possibly know what your real parents were like? Probably some hooligan…"

"That’s a terrible thing to say aunt. All I did was use the computer for 5 minutes. I needed to look up something for school."

"Who cares about your stupid studies. You need to be making sure everything in this house runs fine. If you have time to study, you have time to do house chores." 

"I have done them all." 

"Your cousin Lidia needs help with her homework, until then, you are not allowed to do your homework. Remember you have to pay back for your food, bed, clothing; your mother never taught you to be grateful? 

"Ugh, never mind, my sister always was a libertine. Marrying a dirty Asian..."

"SHUT UP! Don’t you dare talk bad about my parents like that.

"I can stand anything from you and your bratty kids, but don’t you dare say something about my parents ever AGAIN!"

 … I was getting tired of it all.

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That night after putting both kids to bed...

I got out of the room and heard a noise coming from the bathroom but I could not make out what it was. When I got closer to the door I learn the origins of the sound, the smell was bad enough… yeah! My aunt was in the bathroom. 

I took my book and headed for my bed… the couch! 
Just another regular day.  

I fell asleep instantly, I didn’t even realize when I had dozed off, but a sharp sound awoke me; like thundering. 

I got up to look outside the window but I didn’t see anything.

Suddenly I could feel a presence in the room with me. I turned around slowly to see who it was, afraid that a bugler might have gotten inside the house. The neighborhood was closer to the city; the idea of a thief wasn’t so farfetched then.

 

"what’s up handsome?"

HUUARGH! 

"What in the devil?"

"Shhhhhh! You will wake the others."

"Hiya! I knew you were handsome but wow…

"Even I looked awkward in my teen years."

"Hold your horses lady.

"Who the hell are YOU? And stop checking me out like if I were an alien."

"I am the lamp Genie, Jourdan. I have come to erase all your fears and worries. You may ask three wishes, and I will grant them." 

 "Really? You are a genie?"

  "If you are a genie, then I’m Jensen Ackles."

"Hey! You really are Jensen… anyway, you are right, I am not a genie, but I have really come to be of help.

"Anything you want, I can help you with it.

"Like house chores, getting money… just don’t ask me to do your homework because I really suck at math."

"Wait just a minute. Let me register all of these you are saying: you will cook, do laundry, make the beds, clean the house, annnnd make money on top of all of that. And you will do this for me?"

"Yes. You got it!"

 Bawhaha

"I’m sorry but..." 

Hahahha! 

"... I think... I think you hit the wrong place Lady. The hospital is a couple of blocks up the street."

 "Boohoo… you were right, you ARE boring."

"Lady, seriously. This is not the right place, you need to seek help, I can take you to the hospital if you are afraid to get lost… "

"Ugh! Listen. I am not crazy. I know, this is a bit overwhelming to take, but I am here because you need help, or else how would I know your name?

"Okay, here is the deal…"

"Waaiit!
"Let me guess…

"… you come from the future where you know me, in fact me and you have a relationship of some sort, close enough that I told you all my sorrows growing up and you then traveled back to make things easier for me, because you care about me and wish for me to be happier. 

"Did I get it right?"

"You really are smart."

"And you really are crazy."

"Name: Jensen Tomo. 

"Background: You were adopted by an interracial family; father Japanese, mother of German descent.
"Mr Tomo came to live in the States to open up a Telecommunication company. Met Mrs Tomo and married; soon after wanted children, but Mrs Tomo could not have children so they looked to adopt a child.

"You were in an orphanage and somehow no one had adopted you. Five years later it was even harder for you to get adopted as couples wanted babies and not grown children. 
"Of course the Tomos were such good people, and all they wanted was to take care of a child, and you were the cutest thing... so you said. 
"That is how you found a family and the Tomos found a child. But, not all was happy for you after that. The Tomos died in a car accident…"

"Hold it, hold it. Who did you say you were again? How do you know all of these?"

"I’m telling you, I know you… well, the thirty-year old version of you."

"What? None of this makes any sense. It all sounds like mumbo-jumbo to me. Am I supposed to believe this? What proof do you have?"

"Beetles! I have no more than what I have already told you.

"Truth is there is more to it than just that, but yeah in a nutshell… I’m here to help you. For now that is all you need to know, don’t ask me anymore questions because I cannot say any more than this… "

"Shit... !"

"Is that the time? My aunt will be awake at any moment now…"

"And?"

"And she will be awake, and she will see you here? What do I tell her? That you are from the future?? What do you think will happen then? You need to HIDE!!"

 "No worries, she cannot see me."

"Huh?"

"She cannot see me. I’m like… think of me as if I were a ghost. I can make myself invisible to others if I wish. Right now only you can see me."

"Oh Lord!! She is a wake.

"Aunt! I don’t know her... and, she is just here because she is lost… and she asked for help…"

"What are you talking about Jensen? Who is SHE?"

"Meeeeh!!! Told ya…"

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2nd part of chapter TWO: My Muse

Credits will be given at the end of this chapter

If you happen to have stumble here and now found yourself lost in the time wormhole, you might want to read how it all started! Jensen and the Ghost of Jourdan

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