Pretty When You Cry - Chapter 5
TITLE: Pretty When You Cry
FANDOM: Ginger Snaps
RATING: Hard R
DISCLAIMER: I wish I owned it. We'd have gotten that Ginger Snaps tv show (I could've been interesting) and werewolves would've been able to revert back to their human forms. BUT I don't own it, so I must settle to write fan fiction that no one reads for free. Life sucks, huh?
5. THE PROMISE
It’d started raining sometime after they’d gotten out of the woods. At this point Jason had removed his jacket off his back and held it over their heads like a fucking umbrella. Ginger felt he was being way too knightly again, but kept her mouth in fear that he’d just leave her in the pouring rain. Besides it didn’t even help that long, since eventually the jacket did start leaking through, leaving them moist and panting by the time they got into the nearest town and found shelter from the rain.
Ginger had never walked such long distances as she’d walked for the past days, and couldn’t seem to grasp where she’d even gotten her sudden stamina. Jason was always quick to place his bets on the wolf theory and she was always quick to deny him. “Or maybe it’s all the fucking exercise I’ve had lately,” she retorted, narrowing her eyes dangerously, as if warning him not to go there. Yeah, there’d been fucking, running and tearing doors off their hinges and the like, so she wasn’t even lying.
Jason just scoffed at her, ignoring her excuses when he could tell clearly she was making it all up. They were still stuck under the same jacket, but the rain had gotten a lot gentler, which made him eventually pull the jacket off their heads. “Where to now?” he asked, expecting her to know better since she was the one, who’d been here before. Her stomach was quick to protest and made noises to indicate its contents were a bit too empty right now. “Hungry?” He laughed.
Strangely enough he wasn’t. They’d been running for awhile and yet his body didn’t feel disturbed by the exercitation the slightest. Ginger raised a brow. “And you’re not?” He shrugged back, unable to offer her an explanation. “Poor baby, your stomach must still be full from all of those campers,” she mocked him. Yeah, Jason thought grimly, that probably was the case.
While he was being pensive though, Ginger was already looking for a place to eat. Just because he’d had gourmet entrails, didn’t mean she’d have to starve, now did it? Besides she needed something warm to get rid of this shaking. Her clothes weren’t soaked, but glued to her skin never the less, and the sooner she got some coffee, the sooner Jason wouldn’t have to hear her complain about getting some. Her eyes spotted some kind of diner/restaurant further down the street. “Well, I still need my meals,” she noted dryly and started walking towards her chosen destination without waiting for his approval.
“Didn’t think for a second you wouldn’t,” Jason replied and followed her while trying to squeeze the water out of his jacket by twisting it. Sure water came out, but it probably wouldn’t be dry for a few hours, he noticed to his disappointment. So much for that attempt at chivalry, seeing as she’d barely even noticed the gesture.
Ginger pulled herself through the distance with grace and pushed herself inside the place she’d chosen. Jason followed her without voicing his complains and sat across her in the nearest table. “Knock yourself out,” he instructed while eyeing for a waitress to take their orders. It didn’t take Ginger long to peal the coat off her shoulders and be all over the menu. It wasn’t all that different from what the diner she’d eaten near the motel had had to offer, but at least this time the smell coming from the kitchen was watering her tongue. Jason just flung his wet jacket over the radiator under their table and relaxed on his seat.
A waitress appeared before them shortly and wrote down whatever it was that Ginger had ordered. Jason didn’t really pay any attention until the waitress turned to look at him and his voice his desire for a hot cup of coffee. She then assured the food would be ready in a minute and took off, leaving the two of them alone again. Ginger wasn’t keen on talking so she kept running her eyes across the room in an attempt to look at anything but him. Jason wasn’t sure what he should talk about either, seeing as she mostly responded to him with some level of evil sarcasm, or a taunt about his intelligence and the like. He did eventually think of a subject that he knew she wouldn’t piss all over his face.
“Any idea where Brigitte could’ve flown off to?” He asked, catching her completely by surprise. Her mind emptied of mean comments as she was forced to actually think about what he’d said. She had to shake her head eventually though. “No clue,” she admitted. Just as he’d thought; their search for Brigitte would most likely take months if not years, seeing as Brigitte might not be losing her mind any time soon. She did have something that suppressed the effects of the change after all - Fucking monkshood.
The waitress returned and put a warm cup of coffee in front of Jason. He thanked her and lifted the cup on his lips, witnessing the hungry way Ginger was eyeing his nectar soon after. He sipped the coffee, saw her wet her lips while she observed his drinking calculatingly. As usual she just had to have it all.
They sat across one another in silence, while he drank his coffee and she waited for her food to arrive. There weren’t much people around. The weather was lousy, the hour had just passed lunch time and it was a regular weekday. Ginger frowned upon realizing she didn’t even know what day today was. “Monday,” he said, as if he’d anticipated her question. He lifted his cup on her side of the table soon after. There was still some coffee in it too. How generous.
She took the cup without thinking and drank the rest of the coffee, which made her cough a bit. It was still hot, helped spread warmth back in her body; make her feel more human again. She almost considered voicing her gratitude, but seeing as he didn’t even seem to expect that from her anymore, she forgot the thought quickly.
It didn’t take long for her food to arrive after that and when it did, she attacked it immediately, realizing only now just how hungry she’d been. Jason observed her dining without much interest. She had a steak of some sort on her plate, some white sauce on it and French fries. By the speed she was devouring the plate empty he estimated they wouldn’t be here much longer. Good, because he was starting to get stupid back in his head just by looking at her.
Ginger noticed his stare got fixated on her eating again and moved her eyes up to him from the plate. “What?” she asked, mouth still filled with food. Jason just shook his head though. “Forget it. You don’t wanna hear,” he tried convincing her, succeeding only in piquing her interest.
She finished chewing her latest spoonful and swallowed quickly. “No, tell,” she noted dryly, cleansing her teeth with her tongue. “Since we’re together, like you wanted, we should learn to share things.” Now her reasoning made sense, he was just sure she didn’t mean any of it. Ginger probably wanted another reason to poke fun at him, feel superior in her bitchiness. Fine then, you asked for it.
“Fine,” he said. “Yeah, share,” she urged him to, crossing her hands on the table.
“Does this feel like a date to you? I mean… a diner, you, me… you eating food that I paid.”
Ginger felt nauseated. She really should’ve believed him and just kept her mouth shut, eh? “You just never stop, do you McCardy?” she asked, looking at him like he was the biggest vermin on the planet now. She couldn’t even think of eating now, not after he’d planted that fucking thought in her head.
“See,” he said. “You didn’t wanna hear.”
She was really starting to get pissed. Even more than when he’d abandoned her in that shitty motel. Ginger leaned closer to him, motioning him to lean a bit closer too. “Let me tell you something, you little prick,” she hissed harshly at him. “Werewolves don’t date. We just-”
“Mate for life?” He suggested getting the little colour that was left on her face to drain away instantly. Well, she’d asked for it. Ginger’s wide green eyes were like two endless wells for a moment, until a murderous gleam invaded them. “What?” She snapped at him as if to see if he cared to repeat that last comment. If he didn’t she’d graciously let it slip and forget he’d ever opened his big mouth again.
“It’s what wolves do,” Jason enlightened her calmly. “They pick a mate without drama and fucking stick with their pick until one dies. In other words, mate for life.” Oh he had no right to lecture biology to her, talking like he knew better. He didn’t, he was a useless prick who never paid attention in class. In other words, he knew shit.
Ginger leaned backwards slowly until her back met with solid material again. Her face was sour, bitchy, irritated - whatever you wanted to call that death glare of hers. And when she started talking again, she didn’t pause for awhile. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
“First you drag me in, make me order while refusing to eat anything yourself since you’re still packed with human guts. Then you suddenly come up with another of your never ending delusional theories about animal mating and just have to share it with me, thinking it’ll somehow justify the fact that I still give you a woody.”
She then cast her eyes on her half-eaten plate, visibly revolted. “I’m not even hungry anymore,” she whispered and was about to get up and take off, only Jason got up first and moved to the other side of the table, sitting right next to her to force her back down without making a big fuss.
“Sit back down and finish your fucking plate Ginger,” he ordered, pushing her down from her shoulder. It wasn’t any wussy way he said it with either, no he was serious, clearly at his limits with his patience. She succumbed, grabbing her fork again and using it to stab the fries on the plate violently.
“You really bolt at every little thing,” he judged, moving his hand over her shoulders almost unwillingly as a few curious eyes had been cast on them. She ignored his presence, convinced herself that she didn’t want to throw him off because it’d be too suspicious. Besides the food was pretty good and she actually wanted to finish her plate. Jason saw it a fit chance to correct his misbelieves about his earlier comments.
“Look, all I said was that under normal circumstances we’d be having a date. Guess what? The situation isn’t exactly normal here.”
There was a seed of truth in his words, even she could admit that. She wasn’t going to let him off that easily though so she just continued eating and mumbled with contempt, “He speaks.”
“You’re gonna have to learn a little respect here, considering we do have an agreement.” Ginger blinked at Jason’s words. Had he just made a threat? She hesitated for a second there, but ended up placing the food in her mouth after all and chewing it alert. He noticed she’d registered his words and continued then, the arm he’d thrown around her shoulders reaching for her cheek, “If you shit on it-”
She shivered when his fingers met her cheek and jerked off just enough to break off skin contact. Their eyes met as her face turned to meet his. She hadn’t even realized he’d inched this close to her. There was barely any space between their faces now. “You’ll do what? Leave me alone?”
It was at this point while their eyes were locked in intensively and there were just a few inches between them that Jason could actually disregard her tone of voice and forget all about the sometimes fake sometimes not contempt she was eager to show him. He forgot all about Ginger here and all he saw was a bitch that questioned his authority in this companionship while she still owed him. “I’ll kill you,” Jason promised, dead serious.
She was in the woods again; fearing the beast she couldn’t see but knew was around. He had the power to push her down, tear her apart like a little rag doll of no importance and she was afraid of both herself and him. It wasn’t like it’d been before. Why could she never remember it?
“Whatever you say boss,” she responded finally, turning her head away from him as her hand reached for her glass of water. Drinking it calmed her down a bit, but didn’t remove the tension level that peaked between them again. Beside her Jason was fidgeting with her earring, caressing her earlobe. “Better be, Fitz,” he whispered back smugly, before he pulled away and made his way back to his own seat.
He pulled up his jacket from the radiator and tested it all around, finding it surprisingly dry by now. He then lifted the jacket for her to see. “Look, Fitz, almost dry.”
Just like that. Like nothing had just happened.
She really was moving around with a wolf. A big bad one that had something as harmless as grandma’s skin pulled on him for cover. It was only every once in awhile that he gave it away with his act.
Ginger pushed away her plate, set the fork and knife neatly together pointing them at 5 o’clock. He waved for the waiter eagerly, gave her money for the food and pointed his poignant glare at her. “You want anything else?”
Ginger just grabbed her coat and got going without him. She needed to get outside, breathe, and beat this sensation away from the bottom of her stomach, because he’d just threatened to kill her. Jason had said it aloud, meant it fully and she was both distressed and aroused by it. Fuck!
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