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failegaidin) wrote2007-04-04 05:33 pm
Pop Tarts
Title: Pop Tarts
Rating: PG13ish
A/N: Takes place the day after Day 6
Disclaimer: Not mine :(
Jack's eyes snapped open as he tried to remember where he was. He rolled over and glanced around the room, squinting in the sunlight. The bed beneath him was soft, and he reveled in the feel of it. His memory slowly came back to him as he heard noises from the kitchen. Smiling, he got out of bed and padded out of the bedroom. At the entrance to the kitchen he stopped and leaned on the door frame, watching as Chloe scowled at the coffeemaker. Her brown hair was tousled and she was still in her pajamas, but he couldn’t remember seeing anything so welcome in his life.
The day before she had practically ordered him to come home with her. He didn't really object though – he had nowhere else to go, and he found a peace in Chloe's presence that he had been seeking for a long time. After the day's events he had been nearly shell-shocked, and she had just taken him by the hand and gently led him to her car. When they had arrived at her apartment she had promptly marched him to her room and tucked him into her bed.
Hours later he had woken up and gone into the living room, only to find her sitting on the couch with her knees tucked under her chin, staring at nothing. Wordlessly he had taken her hand and led her back to the bedroom, where they had both fell asleep.
He continued to watch her as she fiddled with the coffeemaker, suddenly realizing just how much he had missed her. Not just in
"Got any breakfast?" he asked quietly.
Without looking at him, Chloe opened the cabinet above her head and pulled out a box of Pop Tarts, setting them down on the counter with a thud. Jack walked over to her and picked up the box, looking at her in amusement.
"Chloe, Pop Tarts are not breakfast."
"Yes they are."
"No they're not."
She grabbed the box from his hands and pointed to the label. "See? They have seven essential vitamins and minerals." She set the box back down on the counter.
"Chloe…"
"Look, Jack, feel free to look around for real food. I'll be very surprised if you find any."
He looked at her closely, wondering what had sparked her current foul mood. She was still refusing to look at him, puttering in the sink now that the coffee had been started.
"How about I go to the store and get some then?" he suggested gently.
Chloe shrugged and pointed to the living room. "There's money in my purse and a store down the block. Bill had some clothes bought for you yesterday and they're in the third drawer of the dresser in my room."
Jack nodded and headed back to the bedroom.
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As he walked back into the apartment, Jack sighed in contentment. It had felt so good to go out and do something as normal as buy groceries. He had bought more than he had originally intended, but Chloe's kitchen seemed completely devoid of food, so he figured it was alright. Setting the bags down on the floor, he began to put them away.
When he was finished with that task he moved toward the kitchen table, wanting to clear it before he started to cook. He was amazed at how many papers were stacked haphazardly on the surface and he wondered where he was going to put everything.
It was then that Jack realized Chloe was watching him. She was leaning against the doorframe as he had done earlier and just stared at him as he tried to put the papers in order. Finally he put the papers down and looked at her.
"What? You just decided to give up on things like food and having a place to sit?" he asked, a small smile on his lips.
Chloe's frown grew deeper. "Yeah, well, some of us didn't do so well with you gone, Jack," she bit out before stomping out of the room.
For a minute, Jack just stared at the spot where she had been. He was used to Chloe snapping – it came with her personality – but he had heard hurt and worry and…anger in her voice as well. Walking out of the kitchen, he went down the hall and into her bedroom.
His heart broke as he saw her curled up on her bed, facing away from him. He saw her shoulders shake and heard the tiny sobs that escaped her mouth. Without hesitation he strode over to the bed and lay next to her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into his body. He suddenly realized how thin she was and he closed his eyes against his own tears. He hadn't thought about what his time in
"What's wrong?" he asked quietly when her tears had subsided.
Taking a deep breath, Chloe turned over so that she was facing him, her tear-stained face like a knife through his heart.
"When are you leaving?" she asked.
Her question caught him completely off-guard and he just stared at her, not knowing how to respond.
"What?"
"When are you leaving?" she repeated.
"Why would I be leaving?" he countered.
Chloe shrugged. "That's what you always do. After days like these. Either you move to
Jack reached up and ran his fingers through her hair. "Oh Chloe," he whispered sadly. "That's why you were snapping out there?"
She nodded, glumly staring at his chest. "I don't want to get attached again if you're just going to leave."
Jack hugged her closer and brought his mouth to her ear. "Is there any reason I should stay?"
Chloe nodded.
"What is it?" Jack gently prodded.
"I'm not sure it's good enough," she said, looking him straight in the eye.
"Try me."
Leaning in, Chloe gently brushed her lips against his. When he didn't pull away, she became more insistent with her kiss, nipping his bottom lip until he opened his mouth to her. She felt his arms wrap around her more tightly as he kissed her back, their tongues dancing together wildly. Jack rolled onto his back, dragging her on top of him and continuing his barrage on her mouth as they clung to each other.
Finally, out of a need for breath, they pulled back and Chloe leaned her forehead against his.
"So you're the reason?" he asked.
Chloe nodded, still unable to speak.
Jack smiled. "Best damn reason I've ever heard," he said before planting a short but firm kiss on her lips. "So how about that breakfast?"
Chloe returned his smile. "What's wrong with my Pop tarts?"
Jack laughed. "There is absolutely nothing wrong with your Pop Tarts," he replied. "But I suggest something with a little more protein – you're going to need your energy later."
"Oh really?"
"Really," he whispered before kissing her again.
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Jack smiled. "Best damn reason I've ever heard."
I <3 Chlack :)
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I loved your ending. This is the first time I've ever replied to a fic post, but I've always enjoyed your fic.
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