Okay okay okay. Here we go again. I've decided I'm going to put ten one-shots into this, give or take. This one in particular could've been better, I have to admit. Also, you might've noticed I changed the rating to T; basically just for mild swearing and some spiciness. And reviews are nice!
And I don't own any of this. Damn.
02. I Can't Help It
Theresa was too busy gazing up at the sky to realize Jay had opened her door and stepped into her room. Her hands were resting on the window sill, and the gentle wind from outside was blowing her hair back from her face. Today they had once again been unable to stop Cronus, and she would be blatantly lying if she said that it wasn't starting to get to her, especially since today was one of the hardest days she had ever experienced. She wanted to forget all of this, forget that she was ever destined to do this. She wanted to forget everything that happened in the past months, but not maybe not everybody.
"You don't plan on escaping through your window, do you?" Jay asked quietly, announcing his presence and causing the redhead to jump slightly and snap out of her trance. Theresa glanced over her shoulder and quickly shook her head.
"Of course not, there's no tree."
Jay couldn't help but chuckle at this, and walked closer to her, shoving his hands in his pockets. He silently admired how the moonlight seemed to reflect in her green eyes. Those green eyes. They were so expressive, and he could always find out what she was feeling or what she was thinking simply by catching her gaze with his.
"So," He began finally, a little awkwardly, "I was sent up here to find out what you were doing. Apparently Atlanta and Archie want to watch a movie and Neil figured out that we were missing a body.."
"That's a little suspiciously genius for him," The girl commented dryly, before she shook her head lightly at Jay. "Don't worry about it, you guys go ahead and watch your movie."
Jay frowned as he absentmindedly shrugged his left shoulder a little, wincing. The white gauze that surrounded his wound was just visible underneath Jay's shirt when he had moved, and it had caught Theresa's attention immediately. She turned away back towards the window.
Quite unfortunately for Theresa, Jay noted how quickly she had spun away from him the moment he had adjusted his sore shoulder. "It feels better, you know," He felt the need to mention. "It wasn't that deep of a gash, anyways. Cronus barely got a piece of me, you know that." He hoped Theresa would turn around and give him that smile that warmed his insides, not that he would ever admit that. But she didn't, and instead sighed heavily.
"I know, Jay, I know. That's what you said when you were bleeding all over the place." The sarcasm leaked from Theresa's lips. "I'm fine, you're fine, everything is fine."
Staring hard at Theresa's back, Jay watched her slump forward a little on the window sill. He took a deep breath, and then turned towards her door. "Okay, well if you're sure you don't want to watch the movie.." Jay trailed off, hoping she'd change her mind while he was walking to the door. Theresa was silent.
He closed her bedroom door softly behind him, leaning back on it for a moment and closing his eyes. He had just begun to lift himself off the door when Jay heard a half sob, half gasp from behind the wood. Brown eyes widening, Jay turned to the door and flung it open, striding into the bedroom again.
Theresa had turned away from the window, and had slid herself down the wall to curl up against it, her knees pulled tightly to her chest and her arms wrapped around them, hugging them to her body. Her red hair was cascading wildly, creating a curtain around her face that was buried in the valley of her two knees.
"Theresa.."
Once he had the door closed behind him, Jay swiftly approached her, abandoning his leader position, abandoning everything his head was telling him to do. This was not a matter that needed his leader skills, this was a matter that simply needed him. Theresa simply needed him.
