Part-Time Babysitter

A/N: I know. I am a horrible person for not updating in over a year. I will try not to do that again but then again, its life. Life doesn't give a shit if I want to update my stories or not.

Special Thanks: I wanna thank everyone who have read, reviewed, favorited, and followed Part Time Babysitter. Here are my responses to the reviewers who reviewed the previous chapter:

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Warnings: Language because its Levi and my mouth of course.

Disclaimer: I don't own Shingeki no Kyojin. If I did, chapter 105 would never have happened.


Chapter Three

Wednesday was totally not Sasha's day. And she blamed it on one thing: the barely digested granola bar she practically choked down in her rush to get to class. The reason why she was in such a rush was because she missed her alarm.

Sasha could not figure out for the life of her what had happened. She was relatively fine despite being highly unsettled by a man shorter than most teenaged females. She had returned to the apartment shortly around 8:30 pm when she was met with both Ymir and Krista sitting in the dark living room with only their faces lit... courtesy of their phone screens. After her initial fright, she had told her best friends what had happened while she busied herself making a ham and cheese sandwich. Sasha hated telling stories without a full stomach.

After she finished regaling Krista and Ymir with the meeting with Hange and later, Levi Ackerman (which she never disclosed his name to them, she only told them it was for a damn rich family), she had proceeded to finish homework and her nightly routine.

...And, that's when everything proceeded to go to shit. Sasha's bad day started with her not waking up at her alarm set for 7:30 am for her 9:30 morning class. (1) She had practically collapsed in the seat between Jean and Armin. She had no idea how she made it with barely five minutes to spare and she had to take deep breaths to calm her racing heart. And her turning stomach. Who knew granola bars could be so stubborn when they enter the digestive system?

"Nice timing, Potato Girl," Jean remarked dryly from the seat right next to her. Too tired and frustrated to even bother with a retort about the nickname, she just sat back in her seat, notebook and pen ready.

Only to realize that she had the wrong notebook. Luckily, Armin was there to save her with a few sheets of loose-leaf paper that he had generously gave her while Jean muttered grumpily about Armin being too generous and that he was almost as bad as Krista. Armin and Sasha ignored him like they usually do when Jean starts complaining.

While she remembered the correct notebooks for her other two classes, she knew that to cure her morning funk she had to nourish her body with delicious food. Sasha raced towards her favorite lunch spot with Jean and Armin following at a more sedate pace to meet up with Ymir and Krista who were waiting for them.

She waved a quick greeting as she darted through the doors to get in line with the rest of her group who had sighed a collective sigh and followed after the auburn-haired girl with looks ranging from bemusement to suppressed amusement.

Sasha was practically hopping around as she handed her student ID card to the diner cashier. She watched as the cashier swiped her student ID card and frowned. A bad feeling developed in Sasha's stomach as the cashier waved over another diner employee and the diner employee tried swiping her card again. Twin frowns developed on both employees faces as they handed her card back to them.

"I'm sorry, but you are out of money on your student ID card."

Noooo! Sasha wailed in her mind as she stared at the cashier in shock.

How could she be out of money? Didn't she put money on her card when she got her paycheck...Oh, fuck.

That was last month when she had put half of the money she got from working at the cafe into her student ID. Damn, damn, damn. Sasha knew binging on food on Monday was dumb of her. Plus, she hadn't been keeping an eye on her ID cash count. This was honestly karma coming to nip her in the behind.

Dejected, Sasha took back her ID and rummaged around in her bag for the cash she had stuffed in her bag in case of emergencies. She considered this situation to be an emergency. She handed the cashier a ten-dollar bill and accepted the change the cashier handed her.

Good-bye dear ten-dollar bill. I will never see you again, Sasha thought as she stepped to the side to let her friends go through the cashier.

"You're out of money already, Sasha?" Krista asked worriedly when she joined Sasha while the others handed over their student IDs over to the cashier to swipe.

Sasha sighed. "I still have money on my debit card. I just don't have the money to put on my student ID," she replied waving her student ID to emphasize her point.

Krista looked relieved until Sasha gave her a look of despair. "I have to budget all of my meals until I get the next paycheck."

By this point, the others had joined the two girls and had started walking towards the buffet of food which had been paid for by everyone's respective meal plan except for Sasha who had (very unwillingly) paid for with her own money. Despite that, Sasha was very happy to still be able to eat the delicious food at the buffet. It was a good day as long as she had food in her tummy. And it was even better to eat food with friends. She had just begun to take a bite out of her sandwich when Armin suddenly asked. "Ymir told us you have been offered a job, Sasha?"

Jean sputtered. "What?!"

Staring at her uneaten sandwich with longing and disappointment, Sasha sighed. C'mon, can't they just let her take a bite. Looking up at the expressions on their faces, Ymir looked smug, Armin looked curious, Jean looked downright pissed with that long face of his, while Krista looked nervously between everyone. Sasha sighed again. Now, she really had to clear this up before Jean decides to have an aneurysm.

"I did," Sasha confirmed simply before stuffing the sandwich into her mouth and biting off a large portion. All for the sake of prolonging the interrogation soon to follow, though she knew she should be explaining herself.

"Are you resigning from your position at the Wall Sina Maid Café, Sasha?" Jean asked. "You know Mom doesn't like to hire people whom she knows will leave within six months of employment. You know how it is. People come and go."

"We live in a college city, Jean," Ymir said dryly. "Not sure what you're expecting."

Jean waved a dismissive hand at the grinning girl.

Sasha swallowed. "I never said anything about leaving Wall Sina Maid Café. This is just a part time job."

The relief was almost palpable. Sasha cracked a smile. "Did you guys honestly think that I'd leave you guys without a proper notice?"

Armin smiled. "We were just worried that our favorite Shift Leader was going to leave us." Armin then shook his head. "No one bakes snacks like you do, Sasha."

Krista nodded her head. "Chocolate chip cookies," she sighed dreamily.

Sasha cracked a smile at her family sitting with her. Although they were missing a few others, this was her main family. For the past two years, she had been fortunate to have found the people who had took all of her in: her accent which she still tried to hide but sometimes it slipped out. The first time her accent slipped out, Sasha had been worried they would call her out on it. But they didn't. Krista told her she loved it and the others were taken by it. Ymir had admonished her telling her that she shouldn't hide her accent. They had taken a lonely, outcast, and constantly hungry girl and made her one of their own.

And Sasha couldn't be any happier. She took another bite and watched with amusement as Ymir and Jean bickered.

"Jean, didn't you have our shift schedules to give us?" Krista interjected as she stole a French fry off of Ymir's plate.

"Uh, yeah." Jean responded. He reached around him to pull his backpack off the back of his chair and onto his lap. Sasha watched as Jean rummaged through his bag and pulled out a folder. Jean pulled out several sheets of paper and handed everyone their respective schedule.

"Here are your shift schedules. Look over it now and let me know if you have any conflicts."

Sasha glanced down at her schedule. "If you guys have a conflict, I can take extra shifts since I'm starting my part time job this Saturday at 10 am," Sasha offered.

Jean looked over at her, curiously. "You don't even know your work schedule for this part-time job of yours?"

Sasha laughed awkwardly. "All I know is that I'm starting this Saturday at 10 am. I'm assuming that I will find out my schedule on Saturday."

"Fine, then," Jean grumbled. "You need to tell Mom that then. Also, check your email. Mom told me she sent you something."

Holding her sandwich in one hand, Sasha pulled out her phone in another hand.

Opening up her email app on her phone, Sasha scrolled through her emails until she found the one Mrs. Kirschtein sent her. She read through the email and opened the attached file. Sasha looked over the list of assignments Mrs. Kirschtein sent her to work on.

"You got it?" Jean asked.

"Yep." Pushing the rest of her sandwich in her mouth, Sasha typed back a response to Mrs. Kirschtein's email as she chewed.

Swallowing the last bit of her sandwich, Sasha tapped send and placed her phone on the table and stood up.

"I'm gonna git more food," she said, her accent slipping through. "An' keep an eye on me phone jus' in case."

"Ooh, someone's expecting a call," Ymir crooned. "Is it a hot guy?"

Sasha shrugged. As she walked away, she called over her shoulder. "Maybe."


Levi Ackerman was irritated. He honestly had no idea how Hange managed to get a babysitter with that irritating and overly happy personality of his. He had made sure to chew Hange out once the Braus girl had left and had finished tucking his kids to bed.

While Hange seemed okay with the girl, that certainly didn't mean Levi had to be okay with her. But seeing how the kids reacted to her and how Eren gave her a goodnight hug, he figured she might be all right. He had initially planned to have the girl come over on Saturday just to tell her she wasn't needed, but had changed his mind when he saw how comfortable his brats has been with her. The deal was later sealed when he leaned over to give his kids a kiss on the forehead when Eren had murmured sleepily. "Daddy, keep Sasha" and Mikasa had mumbled, "I like her."

Levi had stared at the sleeping twins for who knows how long, stunned. For such young kids, they were both very perceptive. Too perceptive. Normally, they wouldn't beg when Levi would fire babysitters since most of them were shitty twits who couldn't clean properly. The fact both kids were begging told him enough that maybe he should at least give this girl a chance.

But that wouldn't mean he's not going to punish Hange for doing things on his own without asking him despite that it might have been in Levi's best interest.

Currently, the dark-haired man was sitting in his office, reading over reports and paperwork. He had no idea why the fuck Erwin wanted him to take a promotion from Squad Captain to fucking CEO. Sometimes he felt he was doing the VP work. But, it put a roof over his and the kids' heads and that's all that mattered. Levi picked up his pen and signed his name at the bottom and placed it in the file that he designated as completed.

Levi was moving onto the next pile of paperwork when his door swung open and Hange practically skipped in. Levi eyed the menace with a sharp look of disapproval. What 35 year old man skips like a little girl? Apparently, the batshit crazy man he had make the mistake in dubbing his best friend.

"Levi~" Hange sang flopping into one of the chairs sitting in front of his desk.

Levi ignored him in favor of continuing his work. He hated staying overtime because of idiots who don't do their work properly.

"Don't you have your research to be doing for Erwin, Four Eyes?" Levi asked.

"That's why I have capable assistants," Hange shot back, reclining in the leather seat crossing one of his long legs over the other leg.

Levi gave him an irritated look. "Your assistants deserve a raise for what you put them through."

Hange waved a dismissive hand. "So, did you call our dear babysitter, yet?"

Levi stared at Hange. "No. She should be coming on Saturday at 10 am like I told her to. If she doesn't show up, she's fired. Simple as that."

Hange sighed. "I'm sure Sasha won't forget. She is very serious about this job." Hange leaned forward with a glint in his eye as he reached into his pant pocket and pulled out a white slip of paper and slapped it on Levi's desk. "Call her, Levi and make sure she is coming if you are so worried that Miss Sasha won't show up."

Levi scowled at his friend. "I'm not worried, Four Eyes. Maybe you should get your eyes reexamined."

Hange shrugged. "Whatever you say. We both know otherwise," Hange teased. Seeing Levi was about to snap, Hange quickly unfolded his lean form from the chair and walked towards the office door. Before he made a quick escape, he called over his shoulder. "I have her number on my phone. I will call her to make sure she got a call from you."

"Fine," Levi muttered picking up the paper Hange left on his desk.

"That's the spirit. Oh, and by the way, Mike and I are heading to the new maid cafe in town. You should totally come, Levi. It will be so much fun."

Levi snorted. "Unlike you, I don't have free time, Hange. Now, get lost. I've got work to do."

Hange sighed. "Whatever you say."

Once the bane of his existence had closed the door behind him and silence had returned once again, Levi pulled out his phone and punched in the number. Holding his cellphone to his ear, Levi continued to read through the report and make comments on it for Eld to edit and fix before submitting it to Erwin.

On the third ring, a girl's voice came through, "Uh, hello?"

"Is this Sasha Braus?" Levi asked.

"Oh, no. This is Krista. I'm a friend of Sasha's."

Feeling his patience starting to wane, Levi breathed in and out through his nose. "Is Miss Braus around?"

Sounding surprised and confused, the Krista girl replied, "Um, yeah, she is—"

"Hey Krista!" a male voice yelled. "Who's that calling Sasha?"

"One second, Jean," Krista called back to the guy named Jean before answering Levi's question. "Sorry about that. Our friends are kinda loud. Sasha is in line to get some food but she should be back in a minute. Can I take a message and get your name?"

"The name is Levi. She will know who I am if you tell her. Tell her to call this number back," Levi intoned.

Just as he was about to hang up on the girl, when another female but familiar voice came through, "Krista, who's 'at callin' me?"

"Oh, Sasha! There's a guy name Levi who wants to talk to you. Do you know him?"

"Yeah, I know 'im," Sasha's voice came through a little closer. Levi thought he could hear a bit of an accent in her voice. Southern? "I'll take it."

Levi waited for only second when another female's voice came over, this time more stilted. "Is this Mr. Ack—Levi." Levi didn't miss the almost slip. That was good. She is aware of his popularity and is trying to keep from drawing attention to herself.

"Tch. I'm assuming this is Sasha."

"Yep. The one and only," Sasha laughed.

There was a moment of an awkward silence.

"I got your number from Hange," Levi started.

"Oh! You did say you wanted my number. I didn't think you would call me."

"I wanted to be sure that you are coming on Saturday at 10 am."

"Of course. I have it on my calendar," Sasha replied. "Is there something wrong?"

"…No."

"Oh. Oh, okay…"

Another awkward silence.

"…Well, if that's all, I'll see you on Saturday," Sasha hesitantly offered as a wrap.

"See you then and don't be late."

"Yes, sir."

Levi hung up and set his phone back on the table before returning to his work. Why did he even bother calling the brat? He could have just had Hange do it instead but then he supposed he didn't want to hear Hange complaining about his inability to carry out conversations for longer than a minute.

The only good thing was that he wouldn't have to hear Hange bother him.


End Note: I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! I didn't do a thorough proofread, so if there are mistakes please be dears and ignore them because I'm gonna fix them later.

(1) Sasha doesn't live on campus. She lives relatively far off campus because it's cheaper for her. This is a general rule that I quickly learned after living in one of the largest cities in Florida for three years. However, don't take it seriously because y'all should do some research and asking around when you are looking for an affordable apartment because it all depends on where you live. :)

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