Hello All ! Thank you so much for the kind responses you all gave me ! I'm very new to writing on so I apologize for any weird technical issues.

I LOVE boondocks and I feel there aren't enough HueyxJasmine fanfiction, so I decided to try to add on my own. I hope you all continue to like it. This chapter is for the most part filler before the tension comes in. I'm in school and working so I don't know how consistent I will be, but I will definitely try to do my best with updates and engagement. ?

Now onto the story !

Jasmine

I ended up getting off at 1 in the morning again.

It was an exhausting closing shift, but luckily I had the next 2 days off, so I was pretty excited to head home. I was in desperate need of a hot shower to ease my sore muscles.

As I neared my car, thinking grumply about the overpriceness of this parking structure, a voice sprang through the quiet structure, making the hairs on my neck stand on end. " Hey pretty girl. Where you off too this late ?"

I turned to see a man almost twice my size, with a black skee mask over his face and beady, black eyes.I tried to keep the stammer out of my voice, my hands gripping my keys. " I'm sorry I can't help you with-"

" Oh I think you can…" he said in an attempt to sound seductive, grabbing my arm. Bile rose in my throat, and I tried again. " Sir I really don't have any money please let me go-'
"Bitch !" he interrupted, an evil smile showing through his mask. " I want more than money from your sexy ass !" His hand grabbed a fistful of my hair and a scream tore from my throat. Just as I was about to shovethe sharp end of my keys into his throat, a fist collided with his jaw.

" Ah what the fuck-"

The man didn't get to finish before he was punched square in the nose again, before kicked in the ribs and finally the balls.

I couldn't help but grimace with each hit.

" Sir please stop ! I think he gets it!" I grabbed the arm of the man who came to my aid, and was almost distracted by how strong it felt beneath my fingertips. He huffed, turning his eyes from the now unconscious man to me.

And I was met AGAIN with those beautiful chestnut orbs. For a second we stared at eachother, lost in… familiarity ? The coincidence of it all ?

Yea that had to be it.

" It is wonderful to see you again miss, despite these awful circumstances." He gave me a guarded half smile, before looking slightly pointedly at my hand on his arm. I extracted it immediately.

" Jasmine. Jasmine Dubois – "I pushed my hair back and reached out my hand, trying to calm my nerves. " Please call me Jasmine. Thank you so much sir I would have been toast if you hadn't… if…." My voice began to wave as tears blurred my vision. How helpless was I ? Now I wouldn't be able to head home after work without freaking out.

His hand enveloped mine, warm and strong. I helt my heart beat begin to slow as I looked into his eyes again, blinking away the tears. " Huey Freeman, Ms. Dubois." He said, in the kindest voice I have heard from him. "Are you hurt?" I touched my scalp. "My scalp stings something fierce but-"

"It's bruised."

My eyes widened, and I felt tears threaten to spill over again. " Oh no…"

I felt myself begin to waver, and suddenly the ground was so close to my face –

But instead of feeling the heavy sting of asphalt and concrete, I was met with the soft fabric of a sweater that emanated warmth and security. I sleepily pushed my face into the sweater, and suddenly my legs were up and I was moving… and then everything finally went dark.

I woke up in what felt like a cloud. Water sounded not too far away, and I opened my eyes to see that U was surrounded by a sea of the softest linens. Blinking slowly, I tried to raise my head.

And was met with the harshest, most painfully pounding headache. A moan escaped my lips, and I lost the strength to keep my head up. Instead of smacking back on the soft fabric, it landed on something warm and solid. Wincing slightly I forced my eyes open. Those eyes were staring at me again, filled with concern. "Ms. Dubois you have to keep still." He spoke through gritted teeth, seemingly annoyed. " You have a concussion and you risk opening the stitches on your hairline.

I moaned in response, closing my eyes. " Where am I ?"

" My home." His voice answered, a little softer. " I didn't know where to take you."

My eyes began watering.

His hand moved to my shoulder. " What is it ? Do you feel unsafe ? Tell me where you live and give me a number to call so someone can care for you."

Still dizzy, I opened my eyes, staring into his beautiful face. " I missed work didn't I?"

Huey

She's upset she… missed work ?

I stared, mouth agape at this woman as her hair filled my hand. She was just harassed last night , her hair pulled so hard her scalp was bruised and needed stitches, and she's worried about… a job ?"

It had to be the pain medication. Cause this was the most absurd thing I have ever heard. " Dubois with all due respect, FUCK your job." I said, and she winced at my voice. Shit. I stroked her face ignoring the voice telling me I was being too kind and soft for this woman. " I apologize Dubois. You have been through a lot and worrying about a job that could not care less about your well being should be last of your priorities."

She sighed softly, and the hairs on my arm stood up. " I have bills… my mom…"

I frowned. " I will reimburse you for anytime you missed. And your…tip from before should also help."

I ignored the heat in my face.

She opened her eyes again, those lovely green orbs resting on me sleepily. " I left the tip in the jar for all the others."

My hand paused it's ministrations. What the fuck is up with her ? Why does she care so much about this company that does not at the end of the day give a fuck about her ? And why am I RIGHT NOW giving such a fuck about this random woman ?

Ignoring my thoughts, I turned back to her. Her phone was broken so I couldn't reach anyone she knew, but in all honestly she most likely needed one more day of no moving around for her head. I had skipped work today to make sure she didn't open up her stitches, and will have to make up for it later on. I would ask her for someone to call so they would at least know she was okay later, and maybe pick her up the day after tomorrow. But for now…

" What can I do to help you right now ?" I spoke softly, looking at her directly. She bit her lip softly before looking up towards her hair. " Can you wash me hair ?" she slurred. " It feels grimey and it is making me sad."

I frowned. An… odd request. " I;m sorry Dubois but you are too fragile to have you headover a sink right now."

She slurred again. " In the bathtub pwease ? Just we keep our clothes on and you wash my hair ?"

Tears ran down her face, startling me. I feel so awful because my hair… please Huey."

The way she spoke my name felt almost… ethereal. Like being called by an angel – you're not entirely sure you heard the voice correctly. I frowned despite it – she seemed to have a big hair insecurity. But the stress she was putting herself under was not going to help her heal. Still, we barely know each other…

You have done more than bathe with women you don't know.

I grimaced at the thought. Whatever. She needs to be content, and since I am here for the time being, Ill do whatever helps her feel content and will get her home sooner. " Okay greenie." I sighed, lifting the covers off of her. " If it makes you happy."

I placed her into the bath, and she sighed contently. So she wouldn't feel cold, I took off her work clothes, leaving her in her bra and underwear to be respectful. I left my boxers and undershirt on as a as well, and climbed in behind her. Gingerly, I pulled her into my chest and placed one hand under her chin, supporting her head. Careful to not get her stitches wet, I used the small bowl next to me to cup water and pour it onto her hair. I watched as her straight hair curled up softly enveloping into the most beautiful ringletts of curls I have ever seen. Slightly distracted, I massaged her scalp from behind, and she let out a soft moan. My fingers halted." Did that hurt ?"

" No." she sighed, her eyes closed. " You fingers feel heavenly."

I cleared my throat, continuing hesitantly.

" Please take off your shirt." I halted again, staring at her wide eyed.

" It feels weird with the water." She moaned, looking up at me with those eyes. Almost in a trance, I moved away slightly, still supporting her chin, and lifted my shirt off of my head. Pulling her back to me, I stiffened slightly when she let out another small sigh. And when I say stiffened, I mean STIFFENED. Cursed the heavens for putting me in this situation. I had to remain as professional as I could in this moment. Pouring shampoo into her hair, I continued to wash it, watching her hair transform into the most beautiful, fluffy ginger afro I have seen in my life.

Jasmine

His hands.

GOD his hands. They did things to me. When he stroked my face. Held my chin. And now with him stroking my hair. I felt every muscle relax into him, enveloping his warmth, his skin, his touch. I have not felt this good in so long, not even with…

My thoughts trailed away as I felt that familiar hardness against my back. Of course. But instead of being disgusted, I didn't mind. I just leaned more into him, in rapture from the feel of this man I had just met – his hand on my chin, his rough chin on my cheek, his stocky muscled chest on my back, and his other hand running through my hair.

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