Mikasa was at Jean's house. How they ever decided he could get one, no one would ever know. Rumor was, he was picking fights- but everyone knew he had issues...
Mikasa, though, was past caring. She had appeared there, panting and sweating, escaped from the field hospital. She herself had no clue about 'why here', but Jean was ever the gracious host. He'd given up his bed for her, cooked for her, nursed the cut on her arm (from when she fell, when Armin rescued her).

He had tried to ask her, but she wouldn't speak. It was enough that she was opening her mouth to eat. They ate; she bathed; he bathed; he cleaned and bandaged the cut; she slept; he sat awake, thinking.

They carried on like this for three days, until-
"Eren." Jean whispered. That's why she's been like this.
"Huh?"
"It's Eren, isn't it?"
"He's not here."
"He's alive, though."
"How do you know?"
"They're still looking, and he's trying not to be found. If he were dead, they'd have found his body."
"Well, how do you know they're looking?"
"Connie's cousin's in a special batch of the MP. They're the ones looking, so Connie drops a note to update me every day. He's probably outside the walls. That's what he wanted."
"Oh."
"Just 'oh'? Isn't Jaeger the reason you live?"
"But I'm useless now. Rotting here, inside the walls. He doesn't need me anymore."
There was a pause.
"No one needs me anymore."
"H-huh?"
"I have no reason to live anymore. The last time I thought that, I was wrong, but this time..."
"Mikasa, just what the fuck d'you mean? The Corps need you, you're the best! Armin, me, Sasha... what about us? Jaeger never needed you that much. You're just way too obsessive over him. And he obviously doesn't give a shit about you, or he'd be back here, wouldn't he?" he sneered.
"Jean, I-" she trailed off, staring into nothing.
"Mikasa, WAKE UP! You're not going to do this to yourself for some dickhead who didn't care enough to stay. He might have saved you once, but you've more than repaid him. Goddamn, I-" he ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. "I'm speaking in clichés now."

Mikasa's lip was trembling, but Jean didn't care for once. He was frustrated, furious and felt used. How come Eren was the one she followed around, and he was the one she sought out -if that- only because she had no other choice?

She was crying by now, her face in her hands. Jean was ranting.

He felt guilty; how could he make her cry like that? Had he no empathy- oh, geez. Save the moral dilemma for later, Jean.
Finally, the stream of words he had let flow until now ran out.

He broke off mid-sentence. Paused, breathed. Got his mind together, and felt only shame. He only got through an 'I'm-' before he found himself on the roof- he had no words left. Staring out at the changing sky, he stayed there for hours. When it finally started raining, he didn't- couldn't- care enough to get up and leave.
That was when he felt her hand on his shoulder.
"Jean. Come down, it's okay."
None of them was articulate or eloquent enough to say more. Or maybe they were just too tired. Whatever. They both understood.

(A/N) Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, back again~! I know I've been off FanFiction for a while BUT I'll try my best to write more now to make up to my beloved non-existent readers.

Meh.

Mm, so one thing I'm a little skeptical about is, is Jean OOC? Because I've never written him before, so I really have no idea how to write him. He's gonna be a major character, though, so I guess I'll eventually learn.
This is pretty light on the shipping, hinted at best because I don't really ship Mikasa and Jean that much.

Anyway~, though it says on Jean's wiki that he had a 'relatively normal childhood under the loving care of his mother', I'm gonna not follow canon and make his past totally AU. Absolutely, totally. You'll find out more in the next few chapters I guess, I don't have anything planned.

But I can promise you I'm not gonna neglect this fic anymore.

Lots of pizza and hugs-hugs-hugs and kawaii anime supporting characters (I don't like Fairy Tail, but who doesn't like Happy?) and HUUUUUUGS (never too much of those) and cuddles and popcorn,

The Everlasting Non Sequitur