A/N: Some more Jack/M!Shepard, this time set in ME2. Lots of swearing 'cause, you know...it's Jack ;).
Disclaimer: Mass Effect belongs to Bioware/EA and so on and so forth.
Some Problems Can't Be Solved With Violence
"I thought I told you to fuck off."
Shepard leaned against the bulkhead, a determined expression on his face. He wasn't going anywhere until she talked to him. "I meant what I said, Jack. Ignoring it isn't going to change how I feel."
She snarled, her fists glowing, but she didn't look up, her eyes darting to anywhere but him. "I don't care about your fucking feelings, Shepard. Now, get out."
He crossed his arms stubbornly. "You have to talk to me about it eventually."
There he went again. Demanding. Pushing. Acting like he actually gave a damn. A wave of rage swept over her and she reveled in it, letting the feeling swell until it was all she was. She'd had enough/
"Leave me," Jack screamed and a warp went flying towards him, "the fuckalone!"
Shepard ducked and it crashed into the wall behind him, leaving a smoking scorch mark on the metal. The smell of her biotics- like a struck match- hung almost like a veil in the air between them. He straightened slowly, his face stony, and Jack expected him to strike back- was hoping he would- but he didn't. Her breathing was loud and harsh in the silence that followed.
Jack waited, her skin prickling under his gaze, but he just stood there, his eyes flashing with emotion that made her look away. Shepard opened his mouth to say something but thought better of it, shaking his head. Finally, he turned away, his shoulders visibly tense, and left without another word.
Tears were stinging her eyes and she swiped at them angrily. She didn't need his bullshit. And that's all it was. Bullshit. She'd heard it before and it had always been just another way to fuck her over. It didn't matter that things were different. It didn't matter that she-
Fuck.