Secret
Once again. I don't own Jonathan Crane, DC does.
Jake McGuire and Evelia Kavanagh are © to me.
Evelia had dosed off during going over her notes on her laptop. She had decided she would rest her eyes for just a few short moments, and when she opened them again, it was nearing 6:00pm in the evening, and she smelled…food. Good food. She lifted her head from her arms on the table, and directed her gaze to the kitchen, where Jonathan stood, actually cooking something on the stove that looked to be enough to feed two or so people. She quirked an eyebrow, and stood slowly, heading over to the entrance to the kitchen and giving Jonathan a small grin.
"What on Earth are you doing?" She asked, leaning against the wall, watching his actions. Jonathan didn't half in his actions, but did note her out of the corner of his eye. He gave her a small, sly smile before responding, while stirring something in a pot.
"Well, take your pick, Evelia. I'm either making us dinner, or trying to poison you. Which do you think it is?" He asked in a devious voice. He glanced over to her, noting that she lost color in her face, and he couldn't hold a straight face after that. He cackled loudly, and leaned against the counter opposite the stove. "You silly woman, I'm making dinner. I wasn't sure when you would come out of your hibernation, so I set to finding what I could to make, and to my surprise I found quite a few things to make a sufficient meal from." It was about then that Evelia noted the folded down apron around his waist, and she began to giggle hysterically. Crane gave her an odd look, as if he didn't understand why Dr. Kavanagh had just had to lean all her weight against the wall to keep from falling, because she was laughing so hard.
"What are yo—"
"You're in a fuckin' apron!! AN APRON!" She cackled.
"…yes…I am…I didn't want to mess up my clothes…I….it's not funny. Evelia. Stop laughing." He clenched his jaw and scowled at her. It took Evelia a few moments to regain her composure, and she waved her hand in front of her face as if that helped her calm down.
"I'm sorry Jonathan, I'm sorry. I'm really grateful you'd cook…I can't cook, for the record. I normally live off Ramen Noodles or something." She shrugged, watching him cook. Jonathan watched her for a moment, then sighed and went back to cooking.
"What are you making anyway?" She asked, brushing a strand of her brown hair out of her face. Jonathan glanced back to Evelia again, then to the pots. That smile was back on his face again.
"I guess you'll just have to find out when I finish, huh?" He asked, turning slightly to her and grinning. Evelia gave him a small grin back, and headed out of the kitchen. She went into her room and locked the door, settling to take a shower in her bathroom.
During the middle of her shower, she heard yelling. Evelia immediately jumped out of her shower and pulled a towel tight around her. Even though this was probably a horrible idea, she threw open the door and hurried down the hall.
"What the he—"
"HOLY SHIT."
"JESUS CHRIST EVELIA! AAARGH!" Jonathan sharply turned around and slapped his hands over his eyes, muttering about indecency and then the idiot that was standing at the entrance to the kitchen.
And that idiot was Jake.
"JAKE?" Evelia asked incredulously, noting the bags he had in his hands. Jake stared at her, only adorned in a towel, then finally tore his gaze away and blushing.
"I'll be right back." She hissed, turning on her heel and heading back into the bathroom to dry off and dress.
Jonathan looked up to Jake, and Jake looked to him. Jonathan was almost as red as the tomato that sat on the counter behind him, but Jake was grinning like an idiot.
"You're a pervert." Jonathan hissed, narrowing his eyes at Jake. Jake laughed a bit, leaning against the wall.
"One of my dreams came true today, Ichabod."
"Stop calling me that, and shut up. Stupid keeps pouring out of your mouth."
"Wanna clean it up?" Jake asked, his attitude clearly showing. Jonathan's anger was boiling, but for the sake of Evelia not kicking him out, he held it in for the time being.
You just wait, Jake McGuire. Just wait.
He headed back into the kitchen to cook, and Jake took a seat on the couch.
"That doesn't tell me why you're here!" Evelia almost shrieked, standing in front of Jake in the living room. She crossed her arms, and her features were contorted into that of anger. Jonathan was still cooking, but he could hear every word from the kitchen, and it annoyed him that they were arguing like this. In all honesty, he would have loved to put Jake out of his misery the moment he walked in, but he knew Evelia wouldn't have it, so…as he had been doing for quite some time, he held it back for her sake. He needed a place to stay with someone he could trust, and right now that only someone was Evelia Kavanagh.
"I'm here because I don't trust him, Evie, can't you comprehend that? I'm staying here until Ichabod Crane leaves." Jake muttered, rolling his eyes and turning a bit away from his friend.
"Can you please stop calling him that? He has a proper name, Jake." Evelia scolded him, sighing heavily. "Jake, can't you just trust my judgment on him? I—"
"It doesn't really matter what you think Evelia. I don't think you know the whole story."
There was a loud clang from the kitchen, then a hiss of pain from Jonathan. Evelia looked up, lifting her index finger to tell Jake 'one minute', and then started to head over.
"Jonathan, are you okay?" She called, and he was quick to answer.
"Yes, Evie! I'm fine! I...ju—maybe I could use an extra hand in here? Could you help, please?" He had to get her in there with him, and away from Jake.
"Uhm…" She turned and looked back at Jake, who shrugged, rolling his eyes viciously and plopping back down on the couch. "Sure." She headed in there, noting that he had apparently dropped a pot onto his foot. She picked it up, and placed it on the counter, giving him a small smile.
"Are you sure you're okay?" She asked, brushing off the pot. Jonathan nodded, laughing quietly.
"Yes, I'm positive. Now, here's what I need you to do…"
Dinner was quiet, since Jake had joined them, but Evelia would admit, Jonathan made quite a delicious meal.
"This is really good, Jonathan." She said, smiling across the table at him. "Thanks again. I might just have to keep you around." She joked, winking at him. Jonathan laughed a bit; glancing down, then back up.
"Wasn't a problem." He answered, finishing off his food. He excused himself from the table, and went to put up his dishes, then headed into Evelia's room. He shut the door quietly, and then sat on his bed.
He had to get rid of Jake, and it was as simple as that. Apparently, he knew exactly what Jonathan didn't want Evelia to know.
"Mmhm. He has to go." He murmured. He stood, heading back out after gathering a few things out of his bag, and sat back down at the table, apparently, he interrupted Jake again.
"Perhaps Jake and I should sleep together in the living room?" Crane offered. "I'm sure he wants to…keep an eye on me." He said slowly, cutting his gaze to Jake, and Jake narrowed his eyes at him.
"Damn right I do. Evelia, he should sleep out here with me." Jake said, looking dead seriously at her. Evelia found it a bit odd that Jonathan would offer without her making him, but agreed nonetheless.
"Sure…let me…get the mattress." She said, standing from the table and heading into the bedroom, leaving Jonathan and Jake at the table.
"I know what you did." Jake said quickly, narrowing his eyes at Jonathan and clenching his fists. Jonathan laughed condescendingly, and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Do you now? Trying to tell Evie? I won't allow you a moment alone with the woman." He said menacingly, and before Jake could answer again, Evelia was tossing the air mattress onto the floor.
"Alright boys, well I'm going to go to bed. I'm pretty tired." She said, smiling at both of them. "Please try to get along…" She sighed heavily, crossing her arms and looking at both of them pathetically. "I don't want to have to clean up someone's blood off my walls and carpet tomorrow."
Jonathan choked a bit, and then started to laugh, but Jake didn't find this funny.
"No one will die, Evie. Goodnight." Jake said, giving her a smile.
"Yes yes. Everything will be quite alright, Evelia. Get some rest. Goodnight." Jonathan said as well.
Evelia eyed them both carefully, before turning,
"Goodnight, boys." and heading into her room.
