A/N: This is just a random idea that popped into my head when my cousin expressed a desire for more f!shep/Jack. I still haven't decided what I think about it, and it may or may not remain a oneshot. I apologize for any typos or errors. Typed this quickly with little editing! Written for Cinnamonzen. :D M for language.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and make no money from writing this.
Jack paced back and forth furiously in her spot beneath Engineering. It couldn't really be called a room, as it didn't have four walls or a door, but she liked it. Usually, the seclusion gave her a pleasant sense of separation from the rest of the crew, but even that feeling couldn't calm her at the moment. Not that Jack was ever calm.
Shepard's footsteps announced her presence before she came into sight. For how graceful she is on the battlefield, she's damn noisy coming down a flight of stairs. Jack continued to pace as Shepard reached the bottom of the stairway, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.
"This isn't funny, Shepard," Jack nearly growled.
"I can definitely find the humor in the situation." Jack had the overwhelming urge to punch the ex-Alliance officer square in the jaw. Or maybe to shove her up against a wall and kiss her. She didn't know. Anything to get that smug look off of the commander's face.
"Oh, yeah? Then explain to me how getting love notes from a freaky tank-bred Krogan is amusing." Shepard made a strangled noise that sounded suspiciously like she was trying to hold in a laugh. Biotic blue surged around Jack's clenched fists.
"Relax, Jack." Shepard leaned against the wall, crossing her arms. "If anything, you should take it as a compliment."
Jack snorted. "A compliment? How the hell is being romanced by a baby Krogan supposed to be a compliment?"
She stopped pacing and glared at Shepard. Her biotics had settled, but an irritable glow still raged in her eyes. For just a second, Shepard got caught up in the intensity of Jack's gaze, but she quickly shook it off. With the Collectors to deal with, now was not the time to start some whirlwind affair with a member of her crew, not to mention one that was very likely mentally unstable. She was also pretty sure that Jack didn't swing her way, anyhow.
"Grunt was bred from some of the strongest Krogans of all time. He wouldn't show interest in someone who wasn't just as powerful as he is." Jack contemplated what Shepard was saying. It made sense, in a way. Grunt was a pretty badass fighter after all. "Anyway, he's been acting pretty strangely lately. All of this could just be some variant of Krogan teenage hormones or something. I'll say something to him about it."
Shepard pushed off from the wall, and started moving toward the stairs. "Can't say I blame him for showing interest, though," she said on her way out. Jack stared after her, slightly dazed by that last statement.
Well, fuck me. What the hell was that all about.
