Omelets of Love

Prompt: Cooking

Pairing: Karen x Jack

Based off of: HM: FOMT

Summary: Karen really needs to take cooking lessons… Maybe Jack can help!

Comments: Well here we go first story, Coming on up!

Jack took a deep breath of the autumn air. He loved fall more than any other season. Maybe it was the colorful leaves or the bonfires at night. Anyway about it, there was something magical about fall that could not be ignored. It was a particularly warm fall day with the bluest skies he had ever seen. As he walked down the stone pathway, which was covered with golden leaves, He passed the supermarket where Karen lived. He had admired Karen from a far for quite some time and he had to admit she was quite cute. His face turned a shade of red redder than any existing tomato at the thought.

He was soon led out of his thoughts by a peculiar scent coming from the supermarket. It was almost indescribable and not in a good way. It smelled just awful. He had never smelled anything quite like it before, and he was glad he hadn't. If he had to describe it, he would describe it as burnt food mixed with rotten eggs. Curious, Jack slowly opened the door to the supermarket. (A/N Curiosity killed the Jack! Ok, Sorry.)

The store had closed supposedly half an hour ago.

Even to his discomfort Jack followed his nose to the source. When Jack arrived he was surprised, to say the least. He had arrived in the (small) kitchen of Karen's family. Karen was standing by the stove, in an apron and white chef's hat, cooking a very odd dish, Jack questioned if it was safe for human consumption. He couldn't even identify what she was cooking, or categorize it as food. It took a while for Karen to finally notice Jack's existence. When she did she spun around and casted a big smile at Jack

"Hello Jack!" Karen said enthusiastically, her back now turned to her "Creation".

"Um, Karen…What are you cooking exactly?" Jack asked politely not wanting to sound rude.

"It was supposed to be omelets…" She said sounding rather disappointed. He really couldn't blame her.

"Do you want me to help you?" Jack offered. He was known to be one of the town's top chefs, under Anne's dad off course. It was always helpful to know how to cook when you lived by yourself, or you end up eating what you can pick up off the ground.

"That would be great!" she said happily.

"First, could you get rid of those 'omelets'?" He questioned looking yet again at the monstrosity she called "omelets".

"Of course." With that she scraped the failed omelets into the trash can with a small sigh.

Jack grabbed all the necessary items from the packed fridge: an egg, cheese, olives and green peppers. He heated up the frying pan and called Karen over.

"Okay, now crack the egg into the pan." he kindly instructed Karen. She did exactly what she was instructed, and the egg sizzled into the pan.

"Good! See it's not that hard." he exclaimed happily. "Now, flip the egg over."

Karen tried several awkward methods of attempting to flip the egg, but to no success. Before Jack could think about it he was standing directly behind Karen, holding both her hands, helping her turn the omelet over properly. Jack turned that same shade of red as before and quickly let go of her hands. (After flipping the omelet of course.) If Jack could have seen her face, he would have noticed she was blushing deeply too.

Soon they were finished with omelets fit for a king, cooling on two white porcelain plates.

"Hey, Jack?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks." With that she turned swiftly to Jack and kissed him passionately before he ever saw it coming. However he definantly wasn't complaining and deepened their kiss. Needless, to say both faces turned incredibly red and the poor omelets were forgotten. Who knew cooking could be so romantic?

A/N: I feel so bad for the omelets…cries Hope you enjoyed it! Please leave a review to make an Author VERY happy. Just don't leave a flame, okay? It may be a tad on the shortness side.