Some word vomit for the beautiful @mandakatt that is absolute shit and I truly apologise but I hope you feel better soon honey bee!
Your long groan was followed by a soft click as you shut the
door behind you. You leant your weight against it and took a moment to try and
collect yourself by taking some steady breaths. With a huff you eventually
pushed yourself away from the door only to fling yourself down on your bed.
“Just… Just need a few minutes,” you told yourself, running
a hand through your hair. “Get your shit together, you can do this. You’ve done
it a million times before, I mean today is no-”
Your little pep talk was interrupted by a sharp knock at the
door. For a moment you believed that you imagined it, but when it came again your
head shot up. Confusion painted your features for a brief second before being
replaced by one of annoyance. You weren’t even entitled to one moment of respite?
Perhaps if you ignored it they may go away. But then there came another knock
followed by that unmistakable gruff voice.
“You alright in there agent?”
“Oh sh-“ you hissed as you fumbled to get up, almost
tripping over a fallen blanket on your way to fling open the door. “76! What’s
wrong? Has there been another attack?”
“Relax, soldier, everything is fine.” Jack assured you. “Well almost everything
at least. To be totally honest I’m here because I’m worried about you. You seem
a little…off?” He rested a strong hand on your shoulder, his
thumb rubbing small circles as it sat there.
“Oh! Um…Thanks, but I’m fine, don’t you worry about me!” you
lied and even managing to muster up a fake smile. But at his age and after all
he’s seen, nothing got past the old soldier.
“Sweetheart cut the crap. Something isn’t right, I know that
much. I just don’t know what. You can tell me, you know that right? You don’t
have to put on a brave face and hide your shit. Not with me.”
You huffed and squeezed your eyes shut. An anxious pause
passed before you turned away and beckoned for him to follow you into your
room. You perched on the end of the bed, resting your elbows on your knees.
Jack’s heavy footsteps followed you and you felt the bed dip as he sat beside
you but your gaze was fixed firmly on the wall. You worried your lower lip until
the silence between you finally caused you to crack.
“I just want to tell you from the start that I’ll be fine,
always am. Life with a chronic illness is… Sometimes some days are just harder
than others. It won’t effect my work. I won’t let it. I’m just gonna take five-“
“Don’t,” he interjected. You fired him a quizzical look
having expected a tad more compassion from him. He bent over and picked up the
fallen blanket before continuing. “Don’t worry about missions or reports or
anything. You care too much in a place where people couldn’t give half the fucks
you do. That’s that big heart of yours caring too much. Well, care about
everything but yourself. So I think you deserve a day. I’d suggest a week but I
know trying to stop you is like lighting a cigarette in a hurricane.”
Jack enveloped you in the blanket, securing it by draping
his arm around your shoulders and holding you against him. Your head fell
against him with a small huff. His free hand reached up to move a stray strand
of hair from your face, fingers ghosting across your cheek as he did.
“You’re too good sweetheart. Far far too good. Just… Don’t burn
yourself up to keep others warm,” he told you, “That’s an order.”
A small laugh escaped your lips. The light sound made his
heart catch a little, though that’s something he’d never admit.
“Yessir!” you teased, giving a half-assed salute.
He playfully nudged you in return. He savoured the feeling
of you against him- the warmth you filled him with- and decided that he could
afford himself a short break too.
*tumblr notification* Oh! She tagged me… Well…
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REZ ME PLZ!
*pops back up!* Gah! Ok.. HOLD IT! WOMAN! How .. HOW on this earth can you tell me with a straight damned face that you suck at writing when you give me that?! WHEN YOU MAKE ME FLING STUFF OFF MY WORK DESK EVEN! [Co-worker was wondering if I was ok and I laughed so hard cause I hadn’t realized I’d done it.]
Kay, so now that you have given me the warm fuzzies™ I’m gonna finish my work day, slink home, and grin like a fucking idiot.
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