"Lone Ranger Idiot." Jenna grumbled to herself. Her hands shoved in her coveralls while she walked back to her workshop.

At this point, Jenna didn't even feel like working on his arm. Or anything for McCree for that matter. If he's going to be a jerk to her, then so be it.

She walked into her work shop and looked over at her desk to see the scattered blueprints from this morning.

"…whatever." She spat sitting back down in her chair and putting aside all of the ideas and charts she had created.

She laid her head on her desk in pure frustration and just being plain tired. She ended up passing out again and waking up at dinner time to Ana, Phara's mother shaking her to get up and come eat dinner.

Yawning, she got up and followed the older woman who was like a mother to all of them to dinner.

They quietly passed by the medical wing, listening to McCree's shouts of anger that he was hungry and someone should bring him something to eat.

"Oh quiet you, you'll get your food if you quit running your mouth!" Ana yelled back at the cowboy.

Which was enough to shut him up for the time being.

They finally made it to the kitchen when Ana asked Jenna;

"Jenna, please take a plate of food to Jesse." Ana requested.

"But Ana he-"

Ana looked sternly at the engineer.

"Fine….but if he's rude to me again. Don't blame me if he gets a bunch of mashed potatoes to the face."

Ana smiled and handed her two plates of food from the kitchen.

"You want me to eat with him!?"

"DO I HAVE TO ASK AGAIN CHILD!?"

And with that Jenna scurried her way to the medical wing.

Making her way to McCree's room, she quietly knocked on the door and a grumbling

"come in" was heard.

Jenna quickly walked over to the small tray next to Jesse's bed and put the plate on the tray. She then began to walk away from Jesse to leave the room.

"Now hold on there Jen-"

"What do you want ?" Jenna cut him off immediately.

"I'm sorry about earlier…I was acting like a fool. Please forgive me." Jesse begged.

Jenna sighed but still frustrated with him, she walked back to where he was sitting up.

"I'm just, frustrated. Ive been out on the front lines for weeks now. I've barely got any sleep. My arm is busted, I can't do anything for a while until I fully heal. Angela's got some mumbo jumbo that's supposed to speed up my recovery, but it still takes a while for things to heal ya kno'." McCree explained.

Jenna stared at him and thought to herself.

I guess he's just as frustrated as I am…

"it's alright Jesse….I've been very frustrated lately too…your arm is..complicated and it's been some time since I worked on anything anatomy based and not car based." Jenna spoke.

"I've seen you put together more stuff back in the day. It's just a dang arm…" McCree scoffed.

"But it's more than just that, it's an extension of your body. I need to make it superior than the last one." Jenna remarked.

"Don't beat yourself up so much darlin'…" Jesse smirked at her.

There was a small amount of silence between them, while Jenna picked at her food.

"You gonna eat that, or just pick at it like a festering wound?"

"Nah, I'm not hungry…I'll talk to you later Jesse." Jenna remarked as she handed him her plate of food.

McCree looked at her concerned, but didn't say anything as she left.

It had been a few days since then. McCree was already making a decent recovery, he could slowly walk freely now, but his other arm was in a sling. He had to rely on others to help him with simple things which honestly embarrassed the tough cowboy to no end. But everyone understood with his condition.

Jenna sat in her workshop; she had finally started fully making pieces for his arm. A small speaker radio was on playing some indie folk music, her favorite. She was making a connection with the circuits when Jesse waddled his way into the room.

"How's my arm?" McCree asked, plopping himself on the small couch in the corner of the room.

"Coming along good, I think I should have it done by the end of this week." Jen replied finishing soldering some circuits.

McCree looked around and studied the workshop. He hadn't been in a mechanics workshop in a while.

First he noticed the music playing; a solemn guitar was picked at in a quiet yet serene way. Pictures were scattered above her desk, they looked like ripped out pieces of magazines of different places. Sunny beaches, big cities. He noticed the postcards she received from Lena and a few of her other friends over the years. He scanned around the room some more. Various tools were set up on different desks; blueprints were set up around the walls of different vehicles. A coffee table was in front of him with two plates with small crumbs of eaten food. A clock sat up on the wall, ticking away. Even though it was a workshop, it was really a nice setup and calming to be in there.

"Whats the name of this song?" McCree asked yawning.

"Heartbeats by Jose Gonzales." Jenna didn't even look up but continued to solder away at the last of the circuits.

"Pretty good….I'll have to get my guitar going again soon.." He leaned back on the sofa. He looked towards her; she had grown up quite a lot since he's last seen her. She wore a black tank top, navy coveralls tied at the waste. She wore some tie up brown boots her blonde hair was tied up in a bun, her bangs spilled over her forehead. He studied her face; she was intently in thought putting together his arm. He could see the gears cranking in her head as she worked on it.

McCree got up and walked over to her side.

"How long have you been working on that arm of mine today?" McCree asked.

Jenna looked over at him. She didn't realize at first he was just in his boxers, making her face turn bright red. She immediately shifted her attention back over to the arm and continued to work on it. His overpowering scent of cologne moved its way towards her.

"Um…..a-about 6 hours today." She replied nervously.

McCree chuckled a bit.

"How 'bout you take a break and come keep me company?" McCree smirked.

She turned back to look at him, making sure she was looking at his face and not his toned muscles, he had a sly look on his face.

"I haven't been outside of the HQ in a while, why don't we go get some dinner?"

"McCree, you don't have a free arm to feed yourself with."

He looked at her with puppy dog eyes.

She rolled her eyes back at him.

"McCree I have to finish this arm for you."

"How bout tomorrow? Angela is doing one more session on my arm and I'll be out of this sling." McCree beamed.

She sighed.

"Well alright."

"I'll meet you here at 6 then Jesse." Jen smiled.

"It's a date." McCree winked at her.

"Wait-"

But he was already out the door of her workshop before she could protest.

She closed the door to her workshop and sank to the floor and blushed.
"….I have a date with McCree?" She said to herself.