Jesse Pinkman

It seemed to him that Luke’s was an unpleasant kind of place: full of grease, irritating chatter, and a pointedly surly owner.  Gold, for one, had no need of such pastimes.  Afterall, he was perfectly capable of cooking for himself…or not, if he pleased.  He was, afterall, immortal.

In any case, the palpable delight of the buffoon who’d arranged the meeting in this locale had only contributed to his ill humor in the necessity of this meeting.  Nonetheless, if Gold meant to bring magic back, he would require certain…ingredients and he meant to have them instantly at his disposal the very instant magic became relevant.  It was this need, prevailing over his own personal distaste, that had driven him to this.  He’d anticipated that the sacred, secretive nature of this would be respected.  So it was that Gold had assumed that this…Beaver…Buffalo…(whatever animal it was) meant to meet him, himself.

Stepping inside, Gold cast his gaze quickly around himself and, with a quiet snarl, realized he was not there.  The idiot had most likely gotten the time wrong, he realized, with all his usual disdain.

It wasn’t until Gold heard a hiss that he turned to look.  Having, some time ago, made it his business to be familiar with all the individuals populating this incendiary little town, Gold recognized Jesse Pinkman - reprobate.  He’d never paid close attention to Jesse assuming, like Jesse’s own family, that he would never amount to anything.  How was it that a boy like that had gotten himself thrust into the world of magic?  Nonetheless, Gold wasn’t about to question this.

Still, Gold seemed surprised to see Jesse. He had seen that look enough to know what it meant; although he rarely saw it when selling drugs. It was clear that Mr. Gold wasn't expecting to see someone like him as his provider. Perhaps he had heard how pure the chemistry was and if Badger had said that he was meeting the cook, himself, he would have expected someone else. He could tell that when Gold looked at him, all he saw was a no-good druggie who had no business with someone like him.

Jesse leaned in closer.

"Hey, do I have to spell it out for you?" He said, in a loud whisper, "I got your ... stuff .... " He paused looking over his shoulder to make sure Luke wasn't hanging nearby, "Your crystal, okay."

She watched him when he turned to look back towards the motel, almost suspicious, her eyes following his towards the office.  She didn’t see anyone and, when he turned back, there was something conspiratorial about his entire attitude.  Leaning forward to hear him better, she listened carefully.

"The Independence Inn?" she repeated with a soft smile, nodding.  "That sounds perfect.  Thank you!"  For some reason, she’d lowered her voice as well without realizing it.  Despite trying to keep her voice down, her cheerfulness at the prospect showed through.  "Oh, okay," she said, nodding when he mentioned about the owner of the Bates Motel.  "I’d definitely try to steer clear, then."

Claire was on the verge of turning to leave, when she suddenly turned back to him.  ”Can I ask you a weird question?” she asked.  ”Really weird, actually,” she said with a self-directed laugh as she looked down towards the ground.  She felt abruptly self-conscious, as if what she was about to say might somehow condemn her, as if saying it out loud in this place somehow made it a choice from which there could be no turning back.  ”In your opinion…Are there a lot of good people in this town, that might make good parents?  Would-would this be a good place to raise a baby?”  Finally, she turned her eyes back to him, watching him carefully for an answer.  Part of her wanted him to say she should leave immediately.  It seemed terribly permanent, now that she was in the place where she meant to give up her baby…

Jesse wasn’t sure how to answer that question. The truth was, he didn’t exactly associate with any parents of the year. If you looked at his friends, you wouldn’t want kids hanging around any of them. But that didn’t mean that there weren’t great parents out there, too. He immediately thought of Mr. White who was willing to go so far as to cook crystal meth to leave something for his family after he was gone. 

"This place? I mean, I think it’s pretty much like anywhere else. It’s not perfect, but hey, where is? But basically, I think we do alright here. Gotta pretty decent school system - the teachers really care even about the screwups like me," He said, smirking, "Plus if the kid's smart, Chilton's supposed to be the bomb. Like get into Harvard good." He paused, "A lot of the rich people have sticks up their asses or like totally insane - like don't go within an inch of anyone with the last name Bluth - but the middle class is good. There's a lot of hardworking, decent people here. I think it'd be a great place to raise a kid."

I think we’d said, a long time ago, that - like Sam and Dean - Rumple thought that Jesse was a dealer of ~goods (because he is…but Rumple was thinking magical goods) and trouble ensued basically.  Idk if that’d be before, after, or during the cane episode though?????

*wails and rocks on the floor*  THE TWO FANDOMS YOU’VE BROUGHT ME INTO MEET AT THE BATES MOTEL /DEAD

She was surprised, at first, by his question, her brows furrowing for a moment before she smiled, again, understanding his question a little better.  Smirking, she laughed softly when he asked if she was indeed pregnant.  ”Yes,” she assured him.  ”I am definitely pregnant.”  Very pregnant, as a matter of fact.  It was kind of hard to miss.  ”And, um, thank you,” she added.  ”I appreciate it.”  

He looked over his shoulder quickly at the office, where Norma Bates was busy at work. She hadn't peered out the window at the newcomer yet, at least from what Jesse could see, but he was sure she'd be out in a moment to pounce on a potential customers and if that happened, than Claire would have a hard time getting away. Norma could be pretty persuasive when she wanted to be and honestly, there was something about her that kinda scared Jesse and he had met some crazy people.