Get or Get Got
Jack Daniels x F!Reader x Javier PeΓ±a
Summary: Jack Daniels, having benefitted from much therapy, retires early from Statesman and founds Jackβs Ranch and Wellness Center, a therapy ranch open to all but specializing in people like he once was: former military or government agents, struggling with living a normal life again. Javier PeΓ±a, working on his fatherβs ranch after trading in his own harrowing career, has a vision of his future there in Tennessee. Can it be possible that such a place isnβt too good to be true? Javier intends to find out.
Tags: oblique (Narcos canon-typical) references to drug trafficking; otherwise no warnings! I think technically this should count as a rated Teen story, especially since the rating will go up later, but for now anyone can enjoy.
Words: 3390
Note: OMG WOW HII and welcome to the official first installment in the rancher boys fic universe!!! These three and their ranch have taken over my brain (and my blog), and I hope you find as much enjoyment in their story as I have :)
I think Iβm gonna try to do a fun thing with chapter names for once, and name them all after cowboy sayings or other relevant idioms. This one is inspired by the saying βSometimes you get and sometimes you get got.β
Masterlist
Javier PeΓ±a is not a nervous man by nature. He doesnβt hem-haw or agonize over which path to take; he reviews all the evidence available to him, and makes a decision. Thereβs no point in sitting around biting your nails; you either do the thing or you donβt. In his line of work, hesitation got people killed.
In his former line of work, that is. Hunting down drug kingpins who got a little too comfortable on the wrong side of the law, blinded by their bloated sense of self-importance. Dangerous work, his lifeβs work- until he quit. Too much politics, people in suits manipulating the world to the shape they wanted, regardless of the law or consequences. Irrespective of any set of morals Javier could discern.Β
So he got out. He had done his due, made an impact. No one could say otherwise. Javier knew this for himself. He had a few regrets- but he knew that if he stayed, heβd have more.
Which is how he ended up here, fingers drumming against the steering wheel of his rental car and boots tapping dust all over the floor.
Hem-hawing.
The visitorβs outpost of Jackβs Ranch and Wellness Center wasnβt far from the main set of barns. Javier could smell the manure from here.
He ran through the debate in his head again. Why check in to the center as a patient instead of outright inquiring about a job?Β
Just in case.
Oh, this place had glowing reviews. Former military or government agents like him who came home different, traumatized, fearing theyβd never be able adjust to civilian life again, humbly and frankly thanking Jack and his team for giving them the tools they needed to recover. Farm and psychology professionals alike praising Jackβs methods and everything the ranch does.Β
But you never knew what truly happened on the inside. That is why Javier is here, preparing to go undercover one last time- to ensure that this place is really worth it.
A pleasant chime sounds as he opens the door. To one side is a section that looks like a standard tourist shop- some Tennessee-related kitsch, a drinks cooler, a selection of what are probably βlocal craftsβ. To the other is an open space with small clumps of waiting room chairs, likely for discussions with the smiling woman whoβs rising from behind the counter.
βWelcome to Jackβs Ranch and Wellness Center, how can I help you?β
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Javier coughs as a breeze blows the scent of manure to him, stronger now than it was an hour or two ago, before heβd been stuck inside with counselors to appease and forms to fill out. He was pretty sure heβd passed with them, but apparently Jack Daniels approved every admittant personally- Javiβs tour would be the final hurtle.Β
He surveys the expanse of land as he waits. Much of the setup is familiar to him- heβd grown up on a ranch, after all. His father would approve of the tall fences, the brightly painted signs and buildings. Their familyβd had to put most of their work budget toward functionality, not aesthetics. It looked like that wasnβt the case here.
Javier feels another pang of guilt for leaving his pop in the middle of their trip. But one glimpse of Jack Danielsβs setup at that farm expo had been all it took. Once heβd looked past the head rancherβs ridiculously spangled getup, heβd seen the encouraging gestures, the trust and confidence that he clearly inspired among his team. Javi had googled their logo and the idea had wormed into his brain and built a home and a career plan.Β
βJavier PeΓ±a?β
Javi snaps to attention.
Jack Daniels. The man himself is striding towards Javier, long, tightly-pantsed legs eating up the ground. The clinging denim is a darker shade than that of his jacket; the white t-shirt beneath the jacket is tucked in. Who wears white to do ranch work? His belt buckle is big and shiny, but Javier doesnβt have time to study it before Jack reaches him, smile glinting twice as bright.
βWell, itβs nice to meetcha.β He extends his hand.
βLikewise,β Javi says.
Christ, thereβs enough twang in Jackβs accent to make a banjo jealous. But his handshake is firm, and while his shirt is pristine, his cowboy boots are well-worn, and rings of dirt under his fingernails leave no doubt that he participates in the dirty work.
Jack is already offering effusive words of welcome, but Javi is only half-listening, absently flexing his hand to the ghostly rasp of Jackβs calluses. His attention is torn between Jackβs spiel and his person- thereβs an honest-to-god lasso hanging at his hip, which he casually rests a hand over when he shifts his weight. Itβs a movement so thoughtless that Javi immediately clocks it as second nature- Jack is as used to wearing that lasso as Javi is to tucking his gun in the back of his jeans.
βItβs not for show,β Jack says, amused.
Javier realizes he was staring, a second too late to have heard the end of Jackβs speech. βUh-β
βIt gets a lot of questions, especially from bolder folk,β Jack continues, sparing Javi the humiliation of a bumbling excuse. βBut I only use it on humanfolk if theyβre beinβ real naughty.βΒ
Jack winks, an easy grin turning up one corner of his mustache.
And Javi just keeps staring, because how often is the head of a therapy ranch a stunningly handsome, cowboy hat-wearing personality who winks at his potential wards?
β...Right,β Javi finally mutters. For an utter lack of anything else to say.
Jack straightens up, affecting a businesslike air again. βWell, what are we standinβ around for? Thereβs work needs doing! Letβs get on with your tour.β
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Jack greets no fewer than five separate people before they even reach the second barn. All by name, all with genuine, eye-creasing smiles and claps on the shoulder. Javier watches silently, nodding politely when heβs introduced as a βfuture newbieβ with an almost-touch and yet another wink.
βYou let me know how that trick works out, yβhear?β Jack calls after the latest ranch hand.
The man (boy, really, wide-eyed and appearing fearful of rebuke simply for not yet being perfect at his new job) is hustling off to follow Jackβs recently imparted advice. The finer details of dairy barn tech went a bit over Javierβs head, but his eyebrows had raised at the expertise apparent in Jackβs answer. For some reason, despite the dust on the brim of his hat, Javi didnβt expect Jack to demonstrate such nitty-gritty knowledge. Javi had gained his own experience through lessons with his father; he wondered where Jack had learned.
β...Right,β Jack is going on, holding open the door to a third building, an βadministrative outpostβ and employee space. It must have been the original house on this land- Jack leads Javi through wide open rooms whose wood floors soak up the sunlight from windows on every side. Comfy-looking, mismatched furniture abounds, as do what Javi guesses are personal decorations from the employees- inside jokes that he has no hope of understanding. In the fully-equipped kitchen, a coffeepot whirs and spits, filling the room with its invigorating fragrance.
βI donβt like to overwhelm folks too fast, so weβll take a little break here. Thereβs snacks in the cabinets, usually some drinks in the fridge, and it appears someone has so kindly put the coffee to brewinβ for us.β
Jack looks about to say more, when a ringtone trills from his chest. Before Javi has finished reflexively patting his pockets, Jack is excusing himself, whisking the phone from a panel inside his jacket.
βGinger, darlinβ, to what do I owe the pleasure?β Jackβs voice trails away as he strides out of earshot, boots clocking decisively on the wooden floorboards.
Javiβs thoughts snag on the appearance of the sleek phone in Jackβs hand. Something about it kept the sight running on a loop in his headβ¦what was strange about it?
Heβs too weary too figure it out. Javi slumps down at the kitchen table, immensely relieved to have a momentβs silence. His arms will be a fine pillow until the coffee is done brewingβ¦
He reacts to the footsteps a beat too slow. βOh! Sorry-β a feminine voice begins.
Javi all but jumps to his feet, nearly launching the chair across the tiles behind him. Clearing his throat, he straightens, attempting to look more alert than he feels.
βI heard Jackβs voice, so I thought youβd be him, but youβre not.β Your laugh is light and apologetic. βI donβt think weβve met before. Are you new?β
You donβt look like any ranch hand Javi has ever seen. Like a deity sprung from the earth, maybe. Mud speckled on your graceful arms and eyes that remind him of an open field. But your boots are clumped with dirt and thereβs an ID badge clipped to your belt, so you must belong here.
βUh, yeah. Soon to be, anyway.β
βOh, is Jack giving you the tour? No wonder you were about to pass out.β You laugh again, this time genuinely, and Javier finds his mouth automatically turning up in response. βJackβs great, but he can beβ¦energetic. You get used to it. But I wonβt interrupt your nap.β
Eyes dancing with amusement, you return to your original quest. Mugs clink in one cabinet, bags of chips crinkle in another. Once youβve retrieved creamer from the fridge, you turn to the now-silent coffeepot.
Javi sinks slowly back down in his seat, keeping a surreptitious eye on you. He wonders how many ranch hands here are women- and how many of them are the psych-certified. You donβt wear the green bandana Jack had indicated on the first person they met earlier. Other practical questions strike him all at once- will he be able to sneak booze into this place? Are admittants allowed to hook up?
Maybe he should have hem-hawed for longer.
Your phone dings, but only once youβve finished doctoring your coffee do you pull it out. The bottle of creamer sweats on the counter while you scroll. At the sight of your clearly habitual motion, Javier realizes what it was about Jackβs phone that bothered him.
It wasnβt real. There wasnβt a brand or model like it on the market- only hypothetical designs that Javi remembers seeing in slideshows from his time as an agent. Tech that only the richest- or shadiest- people have.
What the hell shady activity could Jack Daniels be covering up with a therapy ranch?
βSweet-talker!β Jack reenters the room, every inch of him lighting up at the sight of you. His eyes crinkle. He seems to forget about Javi entirely, all of his attention wrapping around you like an intimate hug.
βJack.β You give him a warm smile in return. Something in the quirk of your lips makes Javi wonder what heβs about to witness.
βHavenβt seen you in a few days, Silver. You been hidinβ from me?βΒ
βNo, just busy with the new alpaca. Her last owners definitely werenβt very nice to her, but I think Iβm making progress.β
So youβre the residentβ¦what, animal whisperer? Javi supposes that explains Sweet-talker. And Silver, for silver-tongued?
Jackβs gaze never leaves you. He hangs on your every word with fond eyes and a permanent half-smile. As if he knew he didnβt need to hear your words to enjoy them- the fact that they were from you was enough for him to be content.
Finally you lift your mug to your lips again, using it to hide your amusement. βArenβt you going to offer your guest a coffee, Jack?β
A jolt of guilt straightens Jackβs spine- although he keeps his gaze on you for a second longer before turning.Β
βWell, aβcourse!β When Jack faces Javi again, heβs beaming that charming, megawatt smile, no trace of annoyance or guile to be found.Β
You slip Javi a sympathetic, knowing expression as you leave them the room. Javi nods, but his mind is elsewhere- churning over everything he thought he knew about Jack Daniels.
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Over the next few hours, Javiβs brain steadily liquefies under the relentless stream of information from Jack. Barns for cows, sheep, horses. Feed and equipment storage for each. From somewhere comes the barking of dogs, but Jack tells him not to worry about them, glancing around with theatrical wariness that Javi is too tired to take the cue to ask about. Two large buildings at the end of the road ahead of them, one housing the admittant dorms and the other, recreational spaces and therapistsβ offices.Β
βWe get folks with lotsa different stories. Some ainβt never set foot on a ranch before, and never do again- they get the peace of mind of physical labor and whatever other help they need, and then they go back to their real life. And if it works for them, it works for me. Some of the folks who are in this line of work want to stay, and sometimes I let βem. But all birds gotta leave the nest. I got a bit of a system set up with the neighbors to hire folks, get their friends to hire βem after. Help them get their bearings in the real world again, build up their trust in themselves.β
Itβs clear what Jack is doing. By sharing such information about other admittants, heβs assuring Javier thatβs heβs normal- that whatever his story or his reasons, heβll be welcome here.
Jackβs increased silence is obvious, his questions gentle but probing, and Javi knows this is when he tells his story.
βIβve been working on my dadβs ranch since leaving the service. I like being there for him, and I donβt mind the work- it keeps me busy. It was a relief to be home, for awhile. But..."
But then he saw them. The drug traffickers heβd worked so hard to put away, barely bothering to hide their illicit work. They werenβt the same people, of course. But that only worsened the blow. Only dug the wound that much deeper- the thought that whatever good he did, someone would always be out there undoing it, unless he kept going, always searching, fighting, sacrificingβ¦
βBut youβre not the same man,β Jack finishes quietly.
Javi clears his throat. βSomething like that.β
He didnβt realize how honest his story was until heβd told it. Javier feels uncomfortably raw, visible. His hands betray his emotions, fidgeting, fingers and thumbs twitching and pressing at themselves in a grounding technique a therapist had once taught him.
The two men have stopped halfway down the packed gravel road. Thereβs nothing but open fields around them, the bald sky overhead. It doesnβt help his feeling of vulnerability, but Javi forces himself to meet Jackβs gaze from the corner of his eye.
Thereβs no pity in Jackβs face- only firm understanding. βWell, now. Letβs see if we canβt do something about that.β
Jack sticks out his hand. βConsider this your formal welcome to Jackβs Ranch and Wellness Center.β
His hand hovers, unwavering.Β
This is it. Slower than earlier, Javi reaches out and takes it.
Itβs less a shake than it is a clasp. An accord of wills; a squeeze in recognition of mutual understanding. A gesture as old as humanity.
Javier pushes aside unexpected, unwelcome guilt.
Jackβs smile expands until itβs the same pleased shape itβs been in all day. βLetβs go get you a room!β
The sun follows them like a watchful eye. Itβs far from the hottest that summer will get, but sweat has long since trickled through to the spine of Javiβs shirt; heβs praying that his room will be their last stop today.
A figure glimmers into being at the end of the road. Itβs you again, coming from the recreational building. Javi recognizes your gait- and the way Jack straightens up, vibrating like a puppy trying with all its might to restrain his excitement.
He waits until youβre in normal hearing range, at least. βHowdy again, Silver,β Jack calls. βEverything all right?β
βHi again, Jack.β You smile and give Javi a nod as well. βYeah, everythingβs fine. Thursday is my usual appointment now, since switching therapists.βΒ
Jack smacks his palm exaggeratedly against his forehead, skewing the angle of his hat. βThatβs right, I remember you tellinβ me. Youβll have to excuse this head of mine, honey, itβs been nuttier than a squirrelβs nest up here since havinβ to deal with-β
The same ringtone from earlier peals from Jackβs chest pocket.
Jack sighs. βWell, speak of the devil. Iβll just be a jiffy.β He flashes you and Javi an apologetic look before wandering away, and again Javi catches a glimpse of the sleek, hypothetical technology before it reaches Jackβs ear.Β
Youβre looking after Jack with an exasperated sort of fondness. Javier thinks quickly. This could backfire on him, make you defensive of Jack and unwilling to talk, but it would only be natural for Javi to continue the conversation where it left offβ¦
βSo whatβs Jack been having to deal with?β
Your attention returns to Javi. βOh, some new investors. They want to donate some crazy sum, but with the caveat of making some changes? Itβs nothing he hasnβt dealt with before.β
You flap a hand dismissively. More of your energy, Javi can see, is going into assessing him- your gaze flickering over him as you speak, a subtle sort of curiosity prodding at his shirt collar, his decidedly-not-cowboy boots, the hair curling over his forehead.Β
One corner of Javierβs mouth curves up the slightest bit, holding your gaze when it finds his eyes again. Letting you know he saw you checking him out-
βDoes this place have a lot of investors?β Javi allows his own attention to drift down while you answer, drawn again to your hips by the id badge, to your strong arms.Β
-but that he didnβt mind in the slightest.
βThereβs one consistent investor; any others are pretty sporadic. But we do well enough that thatβs all we need.βΒ
Your chest puffs slightly, a hint of pride entering your eyes, still locked with his.Β
Javier nods slowly in respectful acknowledgement, his smile growing a fraction.
βGood to know.β
But Javiβs stupid brain was like a dog with a bone, fixated on the way Jackβs damn phone glittered in the sun. He glances back over at him.
βThey buy him that fancy phone as a bribe?β Javi injects some humor into his tone, summoning the half-smile he uses to suggest the idea of flirting.
It doesnβt work as he hoped. You glance at him sharply, any trace of flirtation flattened like the gravel into the packed earth beneath their feet.Β
βWhat do you mean?β
Shit. βNothing, just that Iβve never seen a phone like that before. Itβs not exactly the latest iPhone, is it?βΒ
It wasnβt even the latest smart-flip-phone, or whatever the fuck they were calling them. Javi could swear it had changed, shifted its shape somehow, but with Jackβs hand engulfing it the way it had, he couldnβt be sure. Jack stood with his back to them- angled so that his right ear was entirely out of their view. Was it deliberate?
Fresh sweat prickles on Javiβs forehead, unrelated to the heat.Β
Your friendliness has cooled like a cloud passing in front of the sun. βJack likes to be up on new tech. For himself and the ranch.β
Before Javi can respond, Jack returns.
βSorry about that, all. Now, where was I? Oh, yes. Silver! Allow me to formally introduce you to Javier PeΓ±a, our newest admittant.β
Javi can see the moment Jackβs announcement lands. Your lips part; you blink rapidly several times. Is that..betrayal that you quickly shove down beneath a welcoming smile?
βOh, thatβs great! Itβs so great here. Youβre going to love it.β
Thereβs something strange about your expression now. Distance. A wall between you and Javier that you hadnβt put up before.
Ah. When youβd met earlier, in the employee spaceβ¦youβd thought he was a ranch hand, a staff member like you. But nowβ¦
There go any of his ideas about admittants and ranch hands having relations.
Javier remains still as you bid them goodbye, continuing on your way back to the barns. From the corner of his eye, he watches you with something like regret.
Thank you for reading! ππ§‘
















