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Miss me? Yes, another OCxJack Frost fic. This one will NOT be as long, and definitely not as wild, as WMaB. Probably. I've only written two chapters so far so who knows? I guess we'll find out :)
Thank you for reading!
Katelyn rushes trying to rip her locker open. She's supposed to be on lifeguard duty, but she's incredibly late because her bike decided to divorce one of its tires. When, finally, the stubborn locker opens, she throws her bag inside. She'd already changed into her one piece and just needs to get out into the pool area. She slams the locker door, but it doesn't stay closed. After a few tries it sticks and she sighs in relief. She may have trouble opening it later but at least for now it would stay closed. With a towel wrapped around her waist she leaves the locker room and darts into the pool area, tying back her golden hair.
At first, she doesn't see anyone. The previous lifeguard has already left his post, much to Kat's irritation. She never expects a busy crowd in her afternoon shift, but she at least expected one or two swimmers. Though, if there had been any, the previous lifeguard would have stayed.
Her head snaps towards the water as she sees someone in it. She's surprised at first because she hadn't noticed them at all, then she's terrified because they're drowning. Her reaction is to dive into the deep end of the pool, her towel forgotten somewhere on the edge, and make a beeline for the drowning man.
Somehow she manages to drag him out of the water. She quickly checks his vitals then starts CPR. Sometime while she's working Ian, the manager of the recreational center, slides up next to her and sits with a first aid kit in his lap. "Shit," he whispers.
The white haired man - though it isn't at all from age - finally sputters out the water he'd inhaled. He chokes on it a little then his eyes open and he tries to focus them. Kat tells him softly, "You're alright. You'll live."
He smiles at her, then his head hits the floor again and he groans. His eyes slide shut slowly, "Thanks."
"Can we really let him sleep?" Ian asks.
"Call an ambulance-"
"No!" The previously drowning man shouts. "No ambulance. Please." He pleads with his eyes.
"I guess... Since you're alive. But we're going to get someone to look at you, okay? Hey, Ian, that doctor guy is doing his work out upstairs. Go grab him."
"The doctor who is in love with you?"
"Just get him!" Kat takes the first aid kit. "I'll watch this guy till you get back."
When Ian walks back into the pool area he has Dr. Carter in tow. The two look like brothers, both brown haired and brown eyed, both with very similar strong features, and both wearing the same shade of green tshirt. Kat has the white-haired man sitting on the bleachers, a towel wrapped around his shoulders. He looks up at the doctor groggily.
"Kat," Dr. Carter smiles. She smiles back politely, then gestures pointedly at the patient. The doctor looks the man over and asks, "Alright, what happened?"
Kat answers, "He was unconscious when I found him. Underwater. I gave him CPR. And now here he is."
"You saved his life," Carter looks at her with admiration.
"Yeah. But is he okay?"
"Yes. He'll be fine. But what I want to know is how he managed to nearly drown himself." The three turn to the topic of discussion and wait for an answer.
"Shit happens? I tried to jump from the diving board but, uhh, well I slipped. My bad."
"What's your name?" Kat asks.
"Jack. Jack Frost."
"Ah," she smiles at him. "I guess you and water wouldn't get along, then. Really, we shouldn't be surprised at all."
Jack seems to appreciate her joke, "I guess so. I'm just glad you were here to save me. Thank you, uhh, Kat?"
"Yup. That's me." She puts a hand on Carter's arm, "Thank you, doctor. If he's fine I think we can handle him from here. You can get back to your work out."
"I was glad to help, Kat. See you later," he says smoothly. He tries to subtly look her over before leaving, but she notices. At 32 the doctor is only ten years older than her but she barely sees age when she looks at him. He's attractive, very well off, and, she bets, a true romantic at heart. But he also seems to be at the age when he's starting to think about settling down. He has one kid, aged 3, so she also thinks maybe he won't ask for any more. Still, she's not ready for that sort of thing.
Her thoughts are dragged away from the doctor's butt when a door shuts on him. She turns back to see two sets of eyes staring at her, one set a very deep, bright blue that she thinks is about as normal as his white hair. "What?"
"Kat, you are 22. Get a life. Play around. Then marry the rich doctor."
Kat blushes, "Aye, aye, captain."
"22, huh?" Jack grins. "Yeah, me too. Why haven't I seen you around?"
"Different social circles. Are you feeling alright?"
"Yeah. I think I can go swimming again."
"And this time you'll make sure there's a lifeguard on duty, right?"
"I thought, as an adult, that I would be able to at the very least keep my head above water without someone holding my hand."
"And how did that work out for you?"
"Excellent."
"You nearly died!" Kat stares at him in disbelief.
"I met you, didn't I?"
Kat's blush deepens, her face turning a bright red. She can't remember a time someone made her blush so fiercely. "Right. I guess. But, uh, you really didn't need to drown to meet me."
"Now you tell me," he rolls his eyes.
Ian clears his throat. "As much as I'm enjoying this exchange, I think I better go. Kat, get to your post. Jack, please do not drown in our pool again." He smiles and leaves.
Kat looks out over the pool area. The two pools, one with a deep end and another solely shallow, are still empty. Even the hot tub is empty. "As much as it doesn't seem like it, he's right. I am supposed to be on duty. Just in case someone decides to drown."
"I didn't decide to," Jack scoffs. "It was the water's fault."
"Right, right. Just be careful. I'll be on my pedestal-"
"Wait. Don't go. I want to talk to you for a while longer."
"I'm sorry, Jack. I have to be prepared to save other lives. Rest here a while longer then go home and-"
"Rest?" He pouts.
"Yes." She watches him as he narrows his eyes at the water and can't stop from laughing softly at how upset he is over something that isn't the fact that he nearly drowned. He's upset because he can't spend time with her. "There's a party on Friday-"
"At the Charlotte place?" Jack's expression immediately brightens. "Are you going to be there?"
"I sure am. And so far no one has asked me to dance with them..."
"Dance with me!" Jack grins. He takes her hand and suddenly he's a lot closer. "Please?"
"O-of course! Friday, then?"
"Friday." He agrees. He kisses her cheek, "Thank you for saving my life, Kat. Really. I appreciate it."
"Good." She smiles. She stands up and, with a small wave, turns and walks away.
The second Jack jumps back into the pool, Kat tenses and readies herself to run in after him. From her tower she watches as he surfaces and shakes the water from his hair. He turns and waves at her, and she waves back. When he dives again she runs her hand along her face, trying to wipe away the blush.
Attractive, is the word flitting through her mind each time her green eyes dart towards him; which is about every ten seconds. It's part of her usual scanning sight of the pool area but what's unusual is her focus on the white haired man. Even when someone who is very likely a male model walks out of the jacuzzi where she can very clearly see them across the room, her eyes stay on Jack. The tanned model even does a very obvious pose directed at her. But she only stores the image in her mind before looking away. He's not nearly as interesting to her as Jack twirling in circles under the water. Though she first met him when he was drowning, he seems to be an excellent swimmer. To her, he looks like he's flying.
Before Jack leaves he walks up to her tower and says, "You know, that model guy has been checking you out. If you're into that sort of thing."
"That sort of thing?" She raises an eyebrow at him.
"Yeah. He's, what, a ten? Very hot. Especially in that teenie weenie bikini-"
"It's not even close to a bikini." Kat says factually. She glances at the topic of their conversation. "He's not a model. He's a professional swimmer. I have no idea why he's here, particularly during public swimming. But that, dear Jack, is what actual swimmers wear. Unlike casuals like you, wearing board shorts like they're too cool for anything else."
"Woah!" He puts his hands up. "I give, I give. You're right. I am way too cool for this stuff."
"Stuff?"
Jack stammers, "I mean-"
"I'm kidding, Jack. The professional swimmer is most definitely my type. But, as it just so happens, type has lost meaning. I suddenly find myself interested in one person who seems to be the complete opposite of anyone who might have been my type before."
"Ah. And who is this person?"
"How about I tell you on Friday?"
"Well I'm here now." Jack smirks up at her like he knows exactly who she's talking about. "And I think I'd like to know."
"Oh, you would?" She considers it, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "No, I think I'd rather point him out to you at the party. He told me he'd meet me there."
"Oh." Jack's expression falls and he chews his lip. "Then I guess I'll see you there, too. Bye, Kat." He turns and walks away, not waiting for her to say anything else. Kat almost feels bad for messing with him. Almost.
