Title: My Scary Movie

Pairing: Jordan/Elliot

Prompt: Sunrise

Warnings: None

Word Count: 567

Rating: PG

Spoilers: None

Author's Note: I lovescary movies, especially The Exorcist!

My Scary Movie

By the time she realized there wasn't gong to be any sleep that night, she didn't care. She had tomorrow off and besides – sleep was boring. Staying up all night long watching horror movies with Jordan was so much more fun. And if Elliot acted a little more scared than she was in order to get closer to her, it wasn't a big deal. Besides, she only exaggerated a little bit – she was never one for scary movies, let alone for scary movies at three in the morning.

"Jordan," Elliot whined. "I don't want to watch another."

Jordan didn't even bother looking at her as she sifted through the various movies lying on the floor. "Did I ask your opinion?"

"No, but–"

"Then shut up," Jordan interrupted, still searching through the DVDs. "Oh, here we go," she said happily, putting the movie in and sitting back down next to Elliot.

"Is it scary?" she asked. "Because I don't want to watch it if it is."

Jordan rolled her eyes. "Yes, of course it's scary. It's The Exorcist."

Elliot's eyes widened. "Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no. I've made it to twenty-seven without watching it, and I have absolutely no desire to change anything."

"I really couldn't care less. Now shut up."

Elliot did as she was told, if only because she knew there wasn't anything she could do about it. This isn't so bad, she thought to herself as the movie started. Maybe a little dated, but there's nothing wrong with that…

-

She made it through half the movie before saying anything again. "Jordan, I–"

"Shut up, Barbie."

"Seriously," Elliot pressed. "I'm really scared. I want to turn it off."

Jordan shook her head. "If you absolutely need to feel better, come here," she said quietly, wrapping an arm around Elliot, not paying much attention to what she was doing. "Just shut up."

"I…um…" she trailed off. She was still scared, and hated it, but she really didn't want to do anything to jeopardize her position on Jordan's lap. Instead of saying anything, she just closed her eyes and tried to block out the movie.

-

It didn't work. By the end of the movie she was shaking and nearly crying, and the fact that she was cuddling with Jordan didn't help anymore.

"I am not watching another," Elliot said, sitting up and running her hands through her hair. "I'm turning the lights on and going to bed, and I'm not going to argue with you."

"God, Barbie, calm down," Jordan said, raising an eyebrow. "It's just a movie."

"I don't care!" Elliot replied shrilly. "I never watch horror movies, and somehow you hijacked me into watching five in a row, and I'm scared, and it's your fault." She was running around the apartment flipping the lights on as she ranted, and she got a huge bowl of ice cream before returning to the couch. "I hate you," she mumbled. "When is it going to stop being dark out?"

Jordan glanced at the clock. "Right around now," she said, standing up and opening the shades. As promised, light streamed through the window. "See? It's morning. The boogieman isn't around during the daytime, I promise," she added, sitting back down next to Elliot.

Elliot glared at her. "I hate you," she repeated.

Jordan grinned and wrapped an arm around the blonde. "Yeah, me, too."