Chapter 4
"Find anything?" Sheridan asked curiously.
"Not really," Jesse leaned back and spun around to face her.
After a few hours of sleep, Jesse was able to examine Sheridan's face for the first time. Her shoulder length dirty blonde hair was caked with dirt and ashes. Chunky layers covered one side of her face, and one emerald green eye peered intelligently at him. Her tan skin was covered with scratches and bruises. Jesse reached out and swept her bangs behind her ear. A shiny purple bruise surrounded Sheridan's other eye.
"I didn't notice that last night," Jesse commented, pressing the bruise gently. Sheridan recoiled, slapping his hand away.
"It developed while I was sleeping," Sheridan took a step back. "Um, is there a shower here and Shalimar looks about my size, do you think she could lend me some clothes?"
Jesse glanced down at Sheridan's brown sleeveless shirt and black jeans and tennis shoes. "They're not that bad."
"Okay, these jeans were blue, this shirt was red, and these sneakers were white. Oh, and my hair is actually light blonde," Sheridan smirked.
"Oh, well in that case," Jesse offered her a crooked grin. "We don't have any clothing, but there are some sweats stored here at the Safehouse. There's a shower in the bathroom."
"Wonderful," Sheridan grinned at him.
At that point, Lexa appeared behind Jesse and put her arms around his waist possessively. She peered at Sheridan over Jesse's shoulder while Jesse and Sheridan glanced at her in amusement.
"Morning," Lexa said tightly.
"I'm gonna go grab that shower," Sheridan excused herself and choked back a giggle as she felt Lexa's eyes burning into the back of her head.
When she disappeared from site, Lexa quickly put her hands on her hips and glanced back to the computer screen. "Any luck?"
Jesse stared at her, a smirk on his face.
"What?" she looked back him innocently.
"Nothing, um. No luck, not yet at least," Jesse reassured her. "I'll find it though."
Lexa gave him a small smile and nodded, "I know you will, I know."
"Find anything?" Sheridan asked curiously.
"Not really," Jesse leaned back and spun around to face her.
After a few hours of sleep, Jesse was able to examine Sheridan's face for the first time. Her shoulder length dirty blonde hair was caked with dirt and ashes. Chunky layers covered one side of her face, and one emerald green eye peered intelligently at him. Her tan skin was covered with scratches and bruises. Jesse reached out and swept her bangs behind her ear. A shiny purple bruise surrounded Sheridan's other eye.
"I didn't notice that last night," Jesse commented, pressing the bruise gently. Sheridan recoiled, slapping his hand away.
"It developed while I was sleeping," Sheridan took a step back. "Um, is there a shower here and Shalimar looks about my size, do you think she could lend me some clothes?"
Jesse glanced down at Sheridan's brown sleeveless shirt and black jeans and tennis shoes. "They're not that bad."
"Okay, these jeans were blue, this shirt was red, and these sneakers were white. Oh, and my hair is actually light blonde," Sheridan smirked.
"Oh, well in that case," Jesse offered her a crooked grin. "We don't have any clothing, but there are some sweats stored here at the Safehouse. There's a shower in the bathroom."
"Wonderful," Sheridan grinned at him.
At that point, Lexa appeared behind Jesse and put her arms around his waist possessively. She peered at Sheridan over Jesse's shoulder while Jesse and Sheridan glanced at her in amusement.
"Morning," Lexa said tightly.
"I'm gonna go grab that shower," Sheridan excused herself and choked back a giggle as she felt Lexa's eyes burning into the back of her head.
When she disappeared from site, Lexa quickly put her hands on her hips and glanced back to the computer screen. "Any luck?"
Jesse stared at her, a smirk on his face.
"What?" she looked back him innocently.
"Nothing, um. No luck, not yet at least," Jesse reassured her. "I'll find it though."
Lexa gave him a small smile and nodded, "I know you will, I know."