Author's Note:
This is a very random one-shot I decided to write when I got bored. It's just an AU take on Jenny's first impression of Lester. I love these two and I've already finished my 30 chapter Jenny/Lester fan fiction, and I wanted to write something with them, so my apologies for the very short and sucky one-shot.
Anyways, here goes.
When I arrived back at my flat after my strange and exhausting first day at the ARC, my thoughts were tangled together and my head was pounding. I was confused, baffled, and in utter shock. Not to mention how many names I had to remember. Nick Cutter. James Lester. Oliver Leek. Claudia Brown. The latter being the one I hated repeating, even mentally. There were plenty besides that, but those were just the ones I could think of off the top of my head.
I couldn't believe this man, Nick Cutter, actually thought I was some woman named Claudia Brown. I'd worked with some strange people, but he was the icing on the odd, eccentric cake. He had later apologized for his behavior, yet he still looked at me as if he knew me from somewhere. He was thoroughly disturbing. Yes, meet Professor Nick Cutter, a fascinating study on the tipping point between inspiration and lunacy, James Lester had said. It seemed to be a rather fitting description.
James Lester. Now he was an interesting one to ponder. The first words that came to mind when I thought of him were sarcastic, sophisticated, and intelligent. In spite of his sarcasm, he seemed to be a very impressive man. To be honest, his dry sense of humor amused me. He seemed far more sane that Cutter. I usually try not to judge people, but I didn't think that man was quite right in the head.
The more I thought of James, the more unprofessional my thoughts became. Instead of considering his entertaining sense of humor, I thought of his eyes. They were amazing eyes. At first glance I'd thought they were green, but under the harsh fluorescents they looked more of a very pale brown. Cat eyes, I decided. I also decided that I must really be exhausted to be thinking fondly of my new employer.
Even as I slid into one of my short, silken nightgowns and laid down next to my already asleep fiancé, I still found myself distracted. There was something about the ever changing color of his eyes and the confident way he carried himself that I found attractive about James Lester. If I was being honest with myself, I also liked the soft British accent that laced his words and the way he laughed. He didn't seem to be the type of person to laugh very often, but when he did it was a lovely sound.
How could you even be considering another man attractive when you're engaged to the man lying next to you? I scolded myself. Yet even as I fell asleep with those words in my head, I couldn't quite erase the image of James Lester from my thoughts.