forum Oblivion // One on One // Closed

Started November 25, 2019 by Deleted user

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“Yeah, guess you’re right.” She mumbled, fiddling with a thread on her pants, “Thank you, for helping me.” She said quietly, looking over her shoulder at Jack, “I appreciate it.”

"Well, it's technically my job," he said with a shrug, offering her a wide smile. "I'm going to go get the rest of my clothing on, then have some breakfast. Did you eat before you decided to fall from the sky?"

She smiled back, “A couple of stale crackers but that’s about it.” She picked up her shirt and jacket, slipping the clothing on slowly and carefully.

"I'll make you somethin', too, then," he said, throwing up a piece sign as he walked out of the room and down the hall. "Don't eat my ice cream, or I'll shoot you!"

She held her good arm up in surrender and hurried along to catch up, “I won’t, cross my heart. And slow down! I have little legs.”

"I'm changing first, so unless you plan on seeing me naked, I doubt you want to!" he responded, walking into a room and closing the door behind him.

“Depends on if you’re got a nice ass or not.” Brooke replied, shrugging her good shoulder with a grin. She leaned against the wall next to the door, waiting patiently.

"The nicest ass you'll never see!" he called through the wall, stripping from his pants and picking out the white jumpsuit uniform. Jack quickly stepped into it and pulled it on, zipping up the front of it as he walked out of the room. "What do you want for breakfast?"

“Doubt that but aight,” She chuckled, “And honestly I’ll take anything at this point. I haven’t had a proper meal for ages.” She peeled herself off the wall as Jack came out the room.

"Which part do you doubt?" he asked, flipping the hood over his head as he walked towards the kitchen, "The fact that you'll never see it, or the fact that my ass is nice?"

“Both. Guess you’ll have to show me to prove it.” She shrugged causally, slipping a hand into her jean pocket.

"You'll just have to take my word for it, then," he said, grabbing a rag and turning on the tap water. "C'mere, real quick."

“Truly a shame.” She sighed dramatically before doing as instructed and walking over to him.

After running the rag under the water for a second, he brought the cloth up to Brooke's forehead and began gently wipe the blood from her forehead.

"I guess that cut on your head wasn't deep enough for the scanner to really care," he said, tapping the cut lightly to try and soak up most of the blood.

Brooke scrunched one of her eyes up so the excess water didn’t drip into it, causing her nose to scrunch up, too, “Guess so.” She mumbled, tilting her head slightly to the side to make it easier on Jack.

After he was done, he tossed the bloody rag into the sink and passed her a clean, dry one. "Does scrambled eggs sound good to you?"

She smiled, holding the dry rag to her forehead clean the excess water, “Sounds amazing. Lead the way.”

Jack walked over to a cabinet, reaching into the compartment and pulling out a large bowl. Then he rummaged around in the fridge until he found the milk, the eggs, and a bag of shredded cheese. He cracked 5 eggs into the bowl and put the shells back into the carton, added a handful of cheese, and then slipped a dash of milk into the mixture. Returning everything back to the fridge, he pulled a whisk from the utensil holder and began to vigorously mix.

"I usually put hot sauce into my eggs, but I'll leave it out for now," he said when he was done mixing, pulling out a pan and turning the stovetop on high.

Brooke hopped into a nearby counter top, crossing her legs underneath her. She rested a head in her hand, “So, Jack, what does one do for fun around here?”

"Y' don't," he said simply, bending over to pull out a pan and set it on the stove. "I don't have much free time, to be honest. It's either work or sleep."

“How boring,” She sighed, tracing patterns on her legs, “How many other people have fallen from the sky that you’ve had to rescue?”

Jack paused right before he poured the mixture into the pan, frowning up at the ceiling in thought. "You're the…third, I think. But you're the only one to survive the first hour or so."

“Wow… should I be feeling special or something then?” She cocked her head to the side slightly, “I mean I guess surviving a fall like that is a blessing.”

"Or a curse," he said without a hint of sarcasm as he poured the bowl out into the pan. It made a loud, wet hisssss when it made contact with the hot metal. "Earth ain't a nice place no more. Half the time the people are more dangerous than the aliens. You're lucky you crashed 'round these parts, or who knows what woulda happened."

“I mean I’d rather be alive then dead. Doesn’t really matter where I would have landed to me,” She sighed, “I don’t know what’s worse honestly, living on the colony or being stuck on earth.”