A/N: This is kind of a sequel to Your Mess Is Mine and This Body is Yours. I'm still working on it, it will have multiple chapters. Hope you like it!

Their date is a disaster. Or rather it ends in a disaster. The first part goes surprisingly well.

Jack does pay for her dinner. Not that Miranda cares. She would have gladly paid for the both of them. She supposes it's some sort of pride thing for Jack, so she doesn't argue.

Jack is looking nice. She's wearing an actual T-shirt and new cargo pants. The T-shirt has some rips and it has a print of what Miranda is pretty sure is a Krogan swear word, but still, she's honored. She knows Jack doesn't give a crap about looking nice or conventional. Of course the convict would never admit it that it was for her sake, but it endears Miranda all the same.

Jack looks smug when she returns to the table after paying the bill.

'You're lucky you have nice tits, precious. Or I'd have let you pay for your own food.' She wiggles her eyebrows.

'And they say chivalry is dead,' Miranda deadpans.

'Piss off, cheerleader.'

'I feel like your swearing is getting tamer. Am I that good of an influence on you?'

There's a smirk on her face and Jack raises her middle finger at her.

Instead of being offended, Miranda bends forward and sucks the digit in her mouth, a wicked look in her eyes.

'Jesus cheerleader.' Jack gasps. 'I always thought you would be so prim and proper. No one would ever know that you're actually a desperate, horny, little -' She stops in the middle of her sentence and Miranda realizes that she's searching for another word than slut.

'You can say I'm a slut,' she says gently. 'Don't worry. I won't have a breakdown in the middle of a sushi bar.'

Jack raises her eyebrows and pretends to be shocked. 'Wow, now you're even asking me to call you a slut? Jeez. You're a real piece of work.'

Miranda rolls her eyes. 'Very funny, convict.'

They're sitting in a sushi restaurant on the Citadel. Jack was reluctant to try sushi. 'It sounds like some freaky asari thing. I've tried asari stuff and it all tastes the same. Like crap.'

She almost refused to believe that it was actually an earth-dish. Especially when Miranda told her that it was supposed to be eaten with chopsticks instead of a fork and knife.

However, after her first maki, she was sold. 'Fuck, cheerleader. This is actually kind of good.'

Miranda was delighted. She was enjoying herself. Jack had even complimented her on her blue flowery dress. Not really complimented of course. But she'd said that the dress was "looking classier" than the uniform Cerberus lets her whore around in. With a smug smile on her face. Miranda did her best not to slap her. God, she still hates that asari bitch Enyala for saying that.

'Cheerleader!' Jack's voice snaps her out of her reminiscing.

'What?'

'I asked if you want to have a quick fuck in the bathroom before we leave?'

Miranda looks around. The restaurant is full and it's busy with people walking around. Someone is bound to notice if they occupy the bathroom for too long.

'Come on, Miri. You promised to fuck me after dinner.'

Miranda raises her eyebrows. 'No I didn't.'

'You did. You said you'd make it worth my while if I'd agree to eat here.'

'I didn't say I'd fuck you. I meant... I meant that you'd like the food.'

'Yeah right. We both know what you meant, pervert.' Jack winks. God, those eyes.

Still, Miranda puts up a front: 'I didn't promise you sex.'

'It was implied.'

Miranda bites her lip. It's not like she's going to refuse sex with Jack, but she so likes to tease the younger biotic. She loves it when Jack is riled up and a bit aggressive.

The other woman whines. 'Come on, cheerleader. Why are we even arguing about this? I bet your cunt is already weeping for me.'

It is, but it's not like Jack needs to know that. She's more than confident enough already.

'Fine,' Miranda pretends to say exasperated and before she knows it, Jack's grabbed her hand and pulls her towards the bathroom.

Two orgasms later they stumble out of the bathroom. Miranda awkwardly straightens her dress again. She's going commando underneath her dress. Her panties too drenched to wear comfortably. They are safely stored in one of the pockets of Jack's cargo pants though, as she refused to leave them behind. She's feeling uncomfortable though when her naked pussy is exposed to the air. Jack enjoys it immensely.

'Let's get the fuck out of here,' The younger woman motions for her to hurry up. 'Stop fucking touching your dress. You look fine.'

Miranda lets go of the skirt of her dress and allows Jack to guide her to the door.

'That was fun, cheerleader. What do you want to do next?'

They spend some time looking at weapons, drinking bubble tea and Jack drags her to some sex toy shop to buy a double ended dildo.

Miranda holds off on the dildo though. She's scared. Not of a sex toy obviously, but of the implications it has for their relationship. Or whatever it is they have. Buying a dildo together is like... some twisted, perverted version of buying concert tickets. It's a future commitment. One she isn't sure she's ready for.

She snorts, it's ridiculous to attach that much worth to a sex toy. Obviously Jack is not thinking about it that way, but still she refuses.

Instead of buying a dildo, they sit on a bench overlooking the presidium lakes, softly talking. It's relaxing. She realizes that, like herself, Jack has no clue of what normal people do on dates and it's comforting. She holds Jack's hand in her own and strokes the tattooed fingers.

And then everything goes to shit.

Jack asks her about her sister. They talk about Oriana for a while. She's careful to not reveal to much, refraining from mentioning names and places.

And then Jack says: 'Must be nice to have family. Someone who gives a shit. She must be glad to have you.'

Miranda smiles. And then she fucks up.

'I'm glad to have her too.' She pauses, unsure of how to approach the subject of Jack's family. 'Did you ever try to find out about the rest of your family? Your mother may be dead, but maybe you could find your father? Or siblings?'

She's never seen someone close off that fast. Jack's face hardens and her hand closes painfully around Miranda's arm and her voice hisses: 'The fuck you know about my mother? What's that about her being dead?'

Miranda gasps. 'Jack, I'm so sorry. I thought you knew. It's in your files.'

'No it wasn't.' Jack's hands are glowing with biotics. 'Why didn't I read that?'

She's right, Miranda realizes and she panicks. It wasn't in her files. Because the Illusive Man decided to restrict Jack's access. Fuck, how did she forget about this?

She pries Jack's hand from her arm. 'I'm sorry Jack. I... I-I... '

'-You fucking bitch, you messed with my access.'

There is hurt in Jack's brown eyes when she looks at Miranda.

'I'm so sorry, Jack. It was a long time ago. Before... any of this. It's no excuse, but I really am sorry.'

But Jack isn't listening to her anymore. It's like she's beside herself with anger. Her eyes are gleaming and her fists shaking. 'You stupid, back-stabbing cunt,' she babbles. 'Did you and your Cerberus buddies hide it from me? I can't believe I was stupid enough to let you in my pants. You thought I wouldn't find out? Is that why you fucked me? To make me more pliable?' She's stood up from the bench and shoves Miranda, hard.

'Of course not,' Miranda snaps. 'It's... I have no excuse.' She feels defeated. How could she be so stupid to mention Jack's mother?

Jack raises her hand as if she wants to slap her and Miranda ducks away.

'Damnit,you psycho!' she yells back. 'Listen to me! I'm sorry. I really am. It was a long time ago, things were different. I would never do that to you now.'

'You expect me to believe that?'

'Give me a little credit, Jack.'

'Why the hell should I, you twisted bitch? I bet your perverted dickwad of a boss ordered you to do it. Asked his special little slut to mess with the psychotic biotic. Did he also order you to offer your cunt to me?'

'You're being paranoid.' Miranda tries to keep her voice from rising. 'Stop yelling and let's discuss it like adults.'

'Screw you! You better not come near me or I'll fucking gut you.'

'Jack. Calm down. Do you hear yourself? Are you not even willing to... -to...? After tonight? After...-'

'-What? After we fucked? Bitch, just because I've been in every hole of your body doesn't mean that I give a damn about your traiterous Cerberus ass.'

It hurts, more than Miranda cares to admit. She knows that Jack is angry and not seeing any reason because of the episode she's having. And she knows that Jack has every right to hate her right now. After she's just recklessly mentioned to Jack that her mother is dead and after Miranda's betrayed her, but still, it hurts.

The tattooed biotic stomps away from their bench. Miranda follows her. She's not as quick on her heels as Jack is, but the other woman doesn't wait up. She keeps on walking for a long time. Miranda calls her name a few times, but Jack doesn't react.

Eventually she enters a strip club in the lower wards. It's dark and dirty and Miranda has never felt so out of place, but stubbornly she sits next to the angry biotic in a booth.

Jack downs three shots of liquor and laughs heartily while encouraging the asari dancer to do some inappropriate things. She completely ignores Miranda. Miranda stiffly sits next to her. She's uncomfortable. Confused. Dazed. How did everything spiral down so quickly? How can she show Jack that she's sorry? Will Jack ever be able to talk about it like an adult? Or is this just it? Why did she have to be so stupid to forget about something like this?

Eventually the asari dancer sits on Jack's lap and the convict starts to talk to her. 'You see this bitch here?' Jack asks. She nudges her head in Miranda's direction. 'She completely screwed me over. I think she needs a few dicks stuffed in her lying little mouth. Maybe in her fat ass as well. That something you guys do around here?'

The asari giggles and rolls her hips against Jack's and Miranda is done with it.

She stands up and her eyes meet Jack's. 'I'm not going to sit here and take this... -this abuse. I'm sorry about it. I really am. And you have every right to be mad at me, but I'm not going to sit next to you while you bully me into watching you get humped by someone else on what was supposed to be our date. Good night Jack.'

'-Nobody asked you to come here, bitch,' she hears Jack mutter. 'And it wasn't even a real date.'

Miranda walks away. A part of her hopes that Jack will come after her. But she doesn't and the Cerberus officer ends up walking back to the Normandy on her own.