Cougar's Hat: Origins
Title: Cougar's Hat: Origins
Rating: PG
Warning: attempted non consensual hat touching, pre-movie and post-movie
Disclaimer: I don't own The Losers, I wish I did.
A/N: I have no doubt in my mind that this just riddled with errors so if you find any please give me a heads up. This is my first livejournal fanfiction. *happy sigh* I hope you like.
Cougar lounged on the balcony like a large cat basking in the sun. His arms folded behind his head, and his legs crossed one over the other on top of the balcony railing. On his head was his trademark hat tipped down to conceal his eyes under the rim while his chin rested on his chest. Even when Jolene stepped out onto the balcony with the baby on her hip, he did not move until she took a seat next to him setting the baby on her lap. He tipped his head back and looked over at her, the corner of his mouth turning upward in a slight smile. She took this as a sign of greeting and she smiled in return. “Where’d you get your hat?” she asked curiously when he flicked the end causing it to tip back so his eyes were no longer concealed.
“I won it,” he explained quickly in that low voice Jolene was starting to become accustomed to.
“You won it, in poker?”
He nodded his head, “When I was in basic,” he added as he plucked the hat off his head and looked it over. His fingers touched over the rim, gripping it by the top before he planted it back on his head.
“Do you want to hold Junior?” Jolene asked when the baby squirmed a little and reached out for the sniper. Cougar nodded and leaned over taking the baby so he could place him on his knee. “I’m going to make something for dinner any requests?”
Cougar shrugged his shoulder and shook his head. Junior grabbed for the hat and he craned his neck so it was out of reach. Playfully he tapped the baby on the nose and Junior scrunched up his face before grabbing hold of his finger. “Don’t let him put that in his mouth,” Pooch said from the sliding door. He stepped out and took the seat Jolene had previously occupied, setting a beer down on the floor near Cougar’s leg. The sniper nodded his appreciation and wiggled his finger while Junior squeezed it giggling when the digit managed to escape his tiny but firm hold.
“If I remember correctly you didn’t have that hat when you first joined the team, which must have been at least a year after basic,” Pooch pointed out and looked up at Cougar’s hat with an arched brow. “So how did you really get it? One day you didn’t have a hat then the next thing we know you never take it off.”
“It was my fathers,” Cougar replied with a smirk and Pooch eyed him suspiciously. “Mi madre sent it when he died.”
“Are you pulling my leg Cougs?”
“Nunca,” he chuckled under his breath and Pooch shook his head.
“Well either way, dinner should be ready in a few. Jensen, get some pants on!” Pooch yelled through the glass door when he looked in on the suite. “We’ve got a baby in the house.”
Cougar looked down at the infant as he tugged at his hair and the sniper had to wrestle the strands from the child’s grip. “No mi hijo,” he tsked and the baby laughed at him. When he shifted his leg he knocked it against the abandoned beer that Pooch had left for him. He took a few quick swallows before he had to hold the bottle out of reach from the ever curious Junior.
“Cougar,” the sniper lifted his head when he heard Clay leaning into the balcony. “Dinner’s ready,” he said and Cougar stood up with Junior cradled in the bend of his arm. “Cougar, I thought you said your parents had died before you joined the army,” the leader enquired as he blocked the entrance. Cougar gave his boss a sideways smirk before he tilted back his head. Clay returned the smirk and eyed the hat before looking into the sniper’s eyes. Obviously he knew something, but thankfully he felt no need to ruin the mystery. “Your secret is safe with me,” Clay shrugged and stepped back to allow the other inside.
Aisha was cutting up so vegetables in perhaps the most menacing way possible while Jensen help Jolene set the food on the table. Cougar put Junior in the baby chair, patting the infant’s head before he took a seat at the cramped table. With six adults crowded around a table only intended for four it was a tight squeeze, but no one seemed to mind or mention. When the meal was finished Jolene took Junior to give him a bath, Aisha finding a spot on the kitchen counter to sit as Cougar cleaned the dishes.
“Seems like everyone’s been talking about your hat,” Aisha said and shift so that way her legs dangled over the edge of the counter, tapping against the counter when she swung her legs idly. “And by the sounds of it you’ve been lying every time. What’s the big secret of the hat?” she reached for it and Cougar caught her wrist in a firm by soapy hold. His eyes were narrowed at her and for nearly ten minutes they just glared at one another. He was a lot stronger than she had initially expected, and it was not until she started to pull away that he loosened his iron grip.
“Never touch the hat,” he warned her and Aisha only saw this as a challenge.
“Never?” she purred out, a grin spread across her face. Her head swayed from side to side as she seemed to contemplate her next move. When she looked up to see Clay stepping into the small kitchenette she rolled her eyes when he beaconed her over. “We’ll just see about that,” she jumped off the counter and strode off grabbing Clay by the arm as they disappeared down the hall.
Cougar finished up the dishes and returned to the balcony grabbing his beer as he went. The sun was very slowly creeping towards the horizon the sky becoming painted in soft shades of pink and purple. The darkness offered a cooler breeze though the night was still pleasantly warm. He took a sip of his beer, surprised that it was still cold. With a few long steps he settled back into his chair and looked up when he heard someone step onto the balcony. Jensen yawned and cracked his neck. For most of the day the tech had been catching up on his beauty sleep, recovering after a few days of pumping energy drinks in his veins. He still looked exhausted but as he pulled up a chair close to Cougar his face brightened. “Man, Jolene knows how to cook,” he rubbed at his stomach and let out a satisfied belch. “Pooch is a lucky guy.”
Cougar nodded his head slightly in agreement and tipped his hat forward to cover his face.
“Did you tell them?” Jensen asked and the sniper glanced at him from under the rim of his hat. Somehow the blonde knew that he was being looked at and somehow he just knew what the other was thinking. The whole team did. “You know, about how you got your hat.”
Cougar nodded and Jensen looked at him with amused speculation.
“Did you tell them the truth?” he received a shrug in response and laughed. “Sometimes I wonder if you even remember.”
“I’d never forget,” the sniper muttered and crossed his arms behind his head as he rested his ankles on the railing of the balcony. He tensed when he felt Jensen leaning closer to him, the blonde peaking at him from under the rim.
A few years earlier
“I thought brown people aren’t supposed to burn,” Jensen teased as he watched Cougar rub some ice over his burnt ears and cheeks.
“Ten hours on duty from dawn to dusk, with no sun block, Roque would probably burn,” Pooch retorted with a chuckle as Cougar shot him a dejected glare. “It’s not so bad. Just wear sun screen next time.”
“Or get a sombrero or something,” Jensen laughed at the thought of one of those huge Mexican hats on the sniper’s head. He nearly fell out of his chair at the image, while Pooch at least attempted to stifle his laughter. Cougar growled in irritation and instantly the other two started to clam up. “At least you tan I burn like a marshmallow, and sometimes if I’m lucky I freckle.”
This did nothing to increase the sniper’s mood, and for the rest of his time off duty he tried to treat his sun burns with a cool rag and ice.
A few days later Jensen had gone with a few other troops on a supply run and when he returned he was suspiciously cheerful. “Cougar,” he called out to his team mate when he found him cleaning his gun. “I got you something. I had to haggle a little, and utilize my good looks, but I managed to get it,” the tech dug in his bag and held up his prize, setting it on the sniper’s head with an approving smirk. For a moment Cougar just blinked at him, surprised by the comfortable feel of the rim around his ears. It was snug but pleasantly secure around his head, the rim extending far enough to provide decent shade, while still being short enough not to get in the way. He pulled it off and examined the hat, pleased by its simplicity.
“Gracias.”
“De nada,” Jensen replied and flicked the hat with a laugh, “It was either that or one of those huge hats with the big green and red rim. It was a tough choice.” Cougar rolled his eyes, and gently placed the hat back on his head tipping the front down before he continued to work on his rifle.
Present
“Gracias,” Cougar whispered.
“De nada,” Jensen replied and sat back in his chair with a comfortable sigh. “Coug.”
“Hm?”
“Why is Aisha trying to jump from her bedroom window to the balcony?”
Cougar glanced over to his side and found Aisha lurking in the window with Clay trying to pull her back inside. Shee was hissing something about ‘that hat’ and ‘the secret’. He shrugged and slouched in his chair, “No idea,” he smiled and let his chin rest on his chest.
End
Rating: PG
Warning: attempted non consensual hat touching, pre-movie and post-movie
Disclaimer: I don't own The Losers, I wish I did.
A/N: I have no doubt in my mind that this just riddled with errors so if you find any please give me a heads up. This is my first livejournal fanfiction. *happy sigh* I hope you like.
Cougar lounged on the balcony like a large cat basking in the sun. His arms folded behind his head, and his legs crossed one over the other on top of the balcony railing. On his head was his trademark hat tipped down to conceal his eyes under the rim while his chin rested on his chest. Even when Jolene stepped out onto the balcony with the baby on her hip, he did not move until she took a seat next to him setting the baby on her lap. He tipped his head back and looked over at her, the corner of his mouth turning upward in a slight smile. She took this as a sign of greeting and she smiled in return. “Where’d you get your hat?” she asked curiously when he flicked the end causing it to tip back so his eyes were no longer concealed.
“I won it,” he explained quickly in that low voice Jolene was starting to become accustomed to.
“You won it, in poker?”
He nodded his head, “When I was in basic,” he added as he plucked the hat off his head and looked it over. His fingers touched over the rim, gripping it by the top before he planted it back on his head.
“Do you want to hold Junior?” Jolene asked when the baby squirmed a little and reached out for the sniper. Cougar nodded and leaned over taking the baby so he could place him on his knee. “I’m going to make something for dinner any requests?”
Cougar shrugged his shoulder and shook his head. Junior grabbed for the hat and he craned his neck so it was out of reach. Playfully he tapped the baby on the nose and Junior scrunched up his face before grabbing hold of his finger. “Don’t let him put that in his mouth,” Pooch said from the sliding door. He stepped out and took the seat Jolene had previously occupied, setting a beer down on the floor near Cougar’s leg. The sniper nodded his appreciation and wiggled his finger while Junior squeezed it giggling when the digit managed to escape his tiny but firm hold.
“If I remember correctly you didn’t have that hat when you first joined the team, which must have been at least a year after basic,” Pooch pointed out and looked up at Cougar’s hat with an arched brow. “So how did you really get it? One day you didn’t have a hat then the next thing we know you never take it off.”
“It was my fathers,” Cougar replied with a smirk and Pooch eyed him suspiciously. “Mi madre sent it when he died.”
“Are you pulling my leg Cougs?”
“Nunca,” he chuckled under his breath and Pooch shook his head.
“Well either way, dinner should be ready in a few. Jensen, get some pants on!” Pooch yelled through the glass door when he looked in on the suite. “We’ve got a baby in the house.”
Cougar looked down at the infant as he tugged at his hair and the sniper had to wrestle the strands from the child’s grip. “No mi hijo,” he tsked and the baby laughed at him. When he shifted his leg he knocked it against the abandoned beer that Pooch had left for him. He took a few quick swallows before he had to hold the bottle out of reach from the ever curious Junior.
“Cougar,” the sniper lifted his head when he heard Clay leaning into the balcony. “Dinner’s ready,” he said and Cougar stood up with Junior cradled in the bend of his arm. “Cougar, I thought you said your parents had died before you joined the army,” the leader enquired as he blocked the entrance. Cougar gave his boss a sideways smirk before he tilted back his head. Clay returned the smirk and eyed the hat before looking into the sniper’s eyes. Obviously he knew something, but thankfully he felt no need to ruin the mystery. “Your secret is safe with me,” Clay shrugged and stepped back to allow the other inside.
Aisha was cutting up so vegetables in perhaps the most menacing way possible while Jensen help Jolene set the food on the table. Cougar put Junior in the baby chair, patting the infant’s head before he took a seat at the cramped table. With six adults crowded around a table only intended for four it was a tight squeeze, but no one seemed to mind or mention. When the meal was finished Jolene took Junior to give him a bath, Aisha finding a spot on the kitchen counter to sit as Cougar cleaned the dishes.
“Seems like everyone’s been talking about your hat,” Aisha said and shift so that way her legs dangled over the edge of the counter, tapping against the counter when she swung her legs idly. “And by the sounds of it you’ve been lying every time. What’s the big secret of the hat?” she reached for it and Cougar caught her wrist in a firm by soapy hold. His eyes were narrowed at her and for nearly ten minutes they just glared at one another. He was a lot stronger than she had initially expected, and it was not until she started to pull away that he loosened his iron grip.
“Never touch the hat,” he warned her and Aisha only saw this as a challenge.
“Never?” she purred out, a grin spread across her face. Her head swayed from side to side as she seemed to contemplate her next move. When she looked up to see Clay stepping into the small kitchenette she rolled her eyes when he beaconed her over. “We’ll just see about that,” she jumped off the counter and strode off grabbing Clay by the arm as they disappeared down the hall.
Cougar finished up the dishes and returned to the balcony grabbing his beer as he went. The sun was very slowly creeping towards the horizon the sky becoming painted in soft shades of pink and purple. The darkness offered a cooler breeze though the night was still pleasantly warm. He took a sip of his beer, surprised that it was still cold. With a few long steps he settled back into his chair and looked up when he heard someone step onto the balcony. Jensen yawned and cracked his neck. For most of the day the tech had been catching up on his beauty sleep, recovering after a few days of pumping energy drinks in his veins. He still looked exhausted but as he pulled up a chair close to Cougar his face brightened. “Man, Jolene knows how to cook,” he rubbed at his stomach and let out a satisfied belch. “Pooch is a lucky guy.”
Cougar nodded his head slightly in agreement and tipped his hat forward to cover his face.
“Did you tell them?” Jensen asked and the sniper glanced at him from under the rim of his hat. Somehow the blonde knew that he was being looked at and somehow he just knew what the other was thinking. The whole team did. “You know, about how you got your hat.”
Cougar nodded and Jensen looked at him with amused speculation.
“Did you tell them the truth?” he received a shrug in response and laughed. “Sometimes I wonder if you even remember.”
“I’d never forget,” the sniper muttered and crossed his arms behind his head as he rested his ankles on the railing of the balcony. He tensed when he felt Jensen leaning closer to him, the blonde peaking at him from under the rim.
A few years earlier
“I thought brown people aren’t supposed to burn,” Jensen teased as he watched Cougar rub some ice over his burnt ears and cheeks.
“Ten hours on duty from dawn to dusk, with no sun block, Roque would probably burn,” Pooch retorted with a chuckle as Cougar shot him a dejected glare. “It’s not so bad. Just wear sun screen next time.”
“Or get a sombrero or something,” Jensen laughed at the thought of one of those huge Mexican hats on the sniper’s head. He nearly fell out of his chair at the image, while Pooch at least attempted to stifle his laughter. Cougar growled in irritation and instantly the other two started to clam up. “At least you tan I burn like a marshmallow, and sometimes if I’m lucky I freckle.”
This did nothing to increase the sniper’s mood, and for the rest of his time off duty he tried to treat his sun burns with a cool rag and ice.
A few days later Jensen had gone with a few other troops on a supply run and when he returned he was suspiciously cheerful. “Cougar,” he called out to his team mate when he found him cleaning his gun. “I got you something. I had to haggle a little, and utilize my good looks, but I managed to get it,” the tech dug in his bag and held up his prize, setting it on the sniper’s head with an approving smirk. For a moment Cougar just blinked at him, surprised by the comfortable feel of the rim around his ears. It was snug but pleasantly secure around his head, the rim extending far enough to provide decent shade, while still being short enough not to get in the way. He pulled it off and examined the hat, pleased by its simplicity.
“Gracias.”
“De nada,” Jensen replied and flicked the hat with a laugh, “It was either that or one of those huge hats with the big green and red rim. It was a tough choice.” Cougar rolled his eyes, and gently placed the hat back on his head tipping the front down before he continued to work on his rifle.
Present
“Gracias,” Cougar whispered.
“De nada,” Jensen replied and sat back in his chair with a comfortable sigh. “Coug.”
“Hm?”
“Why is Aisha trying to jump from her bedroom window to the balcony?”
Cougar glanced over to his side and found Aisha lurking in the window with Clay trying to pull her back inside. Shee was hissing something about ‘that hat’ and ‘the secret’. He shrugged and slouched in his chair, “No idea,” he smiled and let his chin rest on his chest.
End