A/N: So, uh. I'm Not dead.
Just, depression has been pretty bad lately, but I'm finally getting around to cross-posting my crap from AO3.
This is a continuation of the AlienRoommates!AU, just a brief species exploration. I also have a reveal fic, an unrelated Googleplier piece, and a few chapters for Static.
If you have any questions, feel free to ask or read my notes on Archive.
I've got my Eye on you
Also entitled
The Author isn't punny
Jack was sitting on his bed, legs folded beneath him. He strained his ears, waiting for the final click of the lock being turned when his final roommate left.
click.
Finally!
He grinned to himself, glad he had pretty much memorized the work habits of his newfound friends.
It was Wednesday, a day that Jack had off. Dan left for work around noon, and Phil had left two hours before that, while Mark worked later on Wednesdays than any other day, leaving around two.
Yes, it was odd that he knew all of his friends' schedules, but it must be done.
Or else not one, but two of his secrets would be exposed.
The first and foremost would be his little buddy.
Secondly, said buddy would expose that Seán was, in fact, and alien.
Specifically, a Bossotronio, who's great-whatever's came from the planet Bossotron.
. . . not that they would figure out those specific aspects, but still.
"Okay, Seánny boy," he said to himself in a gleeful whisper, rubbing his hands together quickly, "time for a little magic."
He held his hands out, stilling them as though holding a ball, and closed his blue eyes gently.
At first, it was nothing but Jack being quiet and still - quite a bit of magic, that - but after a moment, he felt cool heat rush under his skin, and he his neck grew patchy red as he "sweat".
Bright green flashed faintly through his veins, and, though closed, his iris shimmered in a circle with the same affect. Once the feeling dulled to a pleasant hum, he opened his once-again blue eyes.
Between the space of his hands sat Sam, looking at him blankly.
Then there was some sort of happy, higher-pitched squee from the creature as it hurtled itself at Jack and cuddles against his collar bone.
"Sam!" Jack gently placed his hands on the little guy, giving him a gentle hug. "It's good to see you too, buddy!"
About a month after Jack had moved out from home, and into his new apartment with his roommates, he discovered he could make Sam.
He had been having a weird week - his Boss Energy flaring up, despite the Earth's magnetic field dampening most of it. His ma had warned him that he channeled his BE stronger than most of his known family, so this would probably happen.
And really, it did - he was much more energized, and lively, though he kept check to not be annoyingly so. Dan had even expressed appreciation at Jack's willingness and drive to clean the living room and kitchen so well. He barely even slept for five days.
But then came the crash; he slept for an almost twenty-four solid hours. Probably would have slept longer, too, had Mark not been concerned enough to wake him up.
After that, came his dreams; re-runs of particular moments in his life, distorting and twisting-
he remembered an eye infection he had had once, while in school, but the dream twisted it so that his eye could see things differently, though he didn't know how, and at one point there had been something sharp-fanged and orange-eyes, ripping it from his head-
And he woke up with Sam hovering above his bed, staring down at him.
Jack had started back, blankly, cool night air seeping over them from the window.
He knew immediately what Sam was, and where he came from. He was of Seán's energy; his memories. An extension with its own thoughts and desires.
He fell in love immediately.
Mark always talked about wanting to get a dog, and negotiating with the landlord about lifting the animal ban. Jack remembered the longing in his voice. The want.
Jack had never known he had wanted a companion like that until he made Sam.
Since then, he brought Sam out whenever he deemed it safe. Cuddled and talked to and played with him.
It was wonderful.
Sam pulled away, opting to hover until Jack put his hands out for the eye to rest on. His green was vibrant as Jack's energy, and the blue iris the same shade as his own. He was a strange texture - liquidy soft, like those super soft, smooth stuffed animals he once found in a Japanese store, though there was definitely a liquid feel to it. He wasn't slimey, or grossly moist. And his little optic-nerve tail wrapped around his wrist like a rat's - which, yeah, he could sorta get why people would find it freaky, but to him it was endearing.
Sam, silent except for the squee and blink sounds he could make, spoke through his own self, and the energy that was his because it was Jack's.
"So," Jack began, holding his little friend close, "what do you want to hear about first? What happened with Phil and Mark and the eggs on Monday, or how Dan caught his hair on fire yesterday?"
