(A/N): Characters are not mine…except for Natalie
Chapter 3: Mr Jack Spicer
Nat walk over to the work table at the far wall. It was covered in metal, robot parts, screws and tools, on the back of the chair was a red yellow and black back pack, but is was made from metal it looked a little like a Transformers head. That through brought a smile to her face, maybe he was into comic books or something. Jack snatched the pack out of her hands.
"That's mine" he stated but it came out as a whispered, it still made Nat step back.
"Oh, I sorry I was just looking." She brought her hand up to her mouth as if the hide her face. "What is it?" she managed to get out. Jack was looking at the ground frowning now.
"It's a heli-pack, I made it." His expression lightened as he looked up at her "I made."
"Wow! Did you make all these as well?" Nat gestured at the robots.
"Yeah, here I'll set up your bed now you can sit down if you like" Jack lay down the in inflatable mattress and set the pump on auto lay out the sheets and pillows.
"Well that's it I have worked to do, so yeah." He tried to be serious, but walking out, he felt stupid.
Later that night Natalie found herself restless, so she thought about a mid-night snack, she didn't get to eat dinner because she was busy cooking for the Spicers, I wonder if Jack knows that she was his knew cook. Probably not, he spends all his time locked up somewhere. She doesn't even remember seeing him at the dinner table when she peered in through the crack in the door. Nat took out the milk and poured some in a glass. Turning back to go to bad she noticed a blue glow coming from the bottom of the door at the back the kitchen. Tilting her head she opened it, this must be the Basement she thought. The glow the stair well, it was 2:00 am who was up at this hour? Creeping down the steps a work shop was revealed to her, parts of robots everywhere, stray metal, a computer screen at one end and a sign on the wall she was standing by which had "Jack Spicer evil boy Genius's evil Lair" sprawled across it in red paint, she smirked at this. He sure was a funny one that boy. Mr Jack Spicer. She spotted him in the left of the basement. He had fallen asleep leaning on his work bench. He still had his goggles on his eyes. What a cutie she thought as she walked over to him taking the blanket to his right and laying it over him. Se could see her breath in the air he must by freezing.