FIC: Jealousy (1/1)
Title: Jealousy
Author: tromana
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Benny/Jason, Benny/Doran
Spoilers: BFA: Just War
Summary: Benny still didn’t want to see Jason, not yet.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Written for sneakyangel in the drabble request meme.
Jealousy
He knew she’d asked, no, begged him to leave, but Jason Kane wasn’t that sort of man. His wife, ex or otherwise, was still suffering a great deal from their excursion to 1941, to the biggest war the Earth had ever seen before the invention of space travel.
Instead, he watched her. Watched as she tried to rebuild her life on Dellah, spending most of the time enclosed her quarters with only Wolsey for company. Smiled quietly to himself as her hands slowly regained form and function. Slipped into her first lecture and watched all dewy eyed as she explained dull theories about something to do with archaeology. He couldn’t be quite sure what dull theories; he’d fallen asleep and was rudely elbowed by a student when he’d started to snore.
He also became horrified as he noticed her leaving at the end of said lecture arm in arm with a young student. Doran, or something.
Jason knew he could trail her, but somehow, he couldn’t bare to see Benny dating a younger student so instead, camped outside of her room. He had a little entertainment at least - trying to win over Wolsey with scraps of meat. Cats were obviously still just as fickle in 26th Century as they were back in the 20th.
He awoke to a foot making contact repeatedly, and fiercely with his left thigh. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, an angry ex-wife quickly became visible. Her face looked like thunder. Wolsey had obviously already scampered away. Wimp.
“What the hell are you doing here, Jason Kane?” Yep, Benny was seething mad.
“What the hell are you doing sleeping with students who are half your age, Bernice Summerfield?” he retorted.
Benny rolled her eyes, kicked Jason one more time for good measure before stepping over him and into her room. She kicked him again before trying, and failing, to shut the door.
“You’re jealous, aren’t you? Jealous because I’m trying to move on and you’re stuck trailing me.” She took a deep breath. “You left me, Jason. And if you think a few lost moments in the past is going to make everything better then you’re sadly mistaken.”
This time, she was successful at slamming the door in his face. She rushed through to her bedroom and collapsed on the bed. Why did everything have to be so hard, complicated and just plain ridiculous. Why did she have to keep on hurting herself, Jason and goodness knows who else when all she wanted was to be loved?
Was it too much for them to both grow up and stop being so damn jealous of each other?
She stared sullenly up at the blindingly bright light bulb. Shame she already knew the answer to that one.
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Author: tromana
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Benny/Jason, Benny/Doran
Spoilers: BFA: Just War
Summary: Benny still didn’t want to see Jason, not yet.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Written for sneakyangel in the drabble request meme.
Jealousy
He knew she’d asked, no, begged him to leave, but Jason Kane wasn’t that sort of man. His wife, ex or otherwise, was still suffering a great deal from their excursion to 1941, to the biggest war the Earth had ever seen before the invention of space travel.
Instead, he watched her. Watched as she tried to rebuild her life on Dellah, spending most of the time enclosed her quarters with only Wolsey for company. Smiled quietly to himself as her hands slowly regained form and function. Slipped into her first lecture and watched all dewy eyed as she explained dull theories about something to do with archaeology. He couldn’t be quite sure what dull theories; he’d fallen asleep and was rudely elbowed by a student when he’d started to snore.
He also became horrified as he noticed her leaving at the end of said lecture arm in arm with a young student. Doran, or something.
Jason knew he could trail her, but somehow, he couldn’t bare to see Benny dating a younger student so instead, camped outside of her room. He had a little entertainment at least - trying to win over Wolsey with scraps of meat. Cats were obviously still just as fickle in 26th Century as they were back in the 20th.
He awoke to a foot making contact repeatedly, and fiercely with his left thigh. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, an angry ex-wife quickly became visible. Her face looked like thunder. Wolsey had obviously already scampered away. Wimp.
“What the hell are you doing here, Jason Kane?” Yep, Benny was seething mad.
“What the hell are you doing sleeping with students who are half your age, Bernice Summerfield?” he retorted.
Benny rolled her eyes, kicked Jason one more time for good measure before stepping over him and into her room. She kicked him again before trying, and failing, to shut the door.
“You’re jealous, aren’t you? Jealous because I’m trying to move on and you’re stuck trailing me.” She took a deep breath. “You left me, Jason. And if you think a few lost moments in the past is going to make everything better then you’re sadly mistaken.”
This time, she was successful at slamming the door in his face. She rushed through to her bedroom and collapsed on the bed. Why did everything have to be so hard, complicated and just plain ridiculous. Why did she have to keep on hurting herself, Jason and goodness knows who else when all she wanted was to be loved?
Was it too much for them to both grow up and stop being so damn jealous of each other?
She stared sullenly up at the blindingly bright light bulb. Shame she already knew the answer to that one.
end