Happy annoying, pointless, consumer oriented, unimaginative, manipulative, and shallow interpretation of romance day. (If you can't tell I really hate Valentine's Day.

AN- So here's Jock. I really like this pairing because it's so obvious that they like each other. Its kind of like Jo is the drill sergeant and Brick is the cadet. I swear they will become canon by season seven. This pairing is really hard to write but the ones who write it always write it really well I find. I want to give some credit to JockShipper who wrote Losers, But Winners Together, which gave me some inspiration for this. If you really like Jock go check the story out. Also I want to say a personal thanks to everyone who has reviewed my one shots positively, they aren't really that good but it's nice to know you guys like them. So thank you shinxshinx1595, iamsoproh, ColdShoulder19, Metadream, and all my awesome guest reviewers. Sorry this took so long to update but I'm goanna have a couple of days off so I will try to write as many as possible.

Takes place after Jo's elimination in season 5.

In the woods of Playa de Losers Brick was running his normal 8K run around the resort. Though he had a good pace he wasn't into his run as he usually was. In fact for the last few weeks he felt like normal fitness training wasn't as enjoyable as usual. And he knew exactly why. People always told him that she was cruel and would never in a million years go out with anyone let alone him. But he didn't care because he knew her better than anyone, better, he didn't think he really know her.

Though currently she hadn't even been outside since her elimination. He knew that the thing she hated losing and that she hated getting eliminated last season but this time it was different. Last time she was just angry and tended to hit people a lot, but that was at least her somewhat normal behavior. But this time she was just distant with everyone.

/flashback to the night of Jo's elimination/

Brick sat in the lobby of the resort waiting for Jo to come from the island. He had just watched the last episode and was just waiting for her to come in the lobby from the lake. When she eventually came into the lobby very wet she immediately walked over to the desk and Brick got up and followed her.

"Hey Jo." He said awkwardly not knowing what else to say. But she just looked at the counter and let the intern give her room key. Brick just stared at her in amazement because he expected a much angrier reaction from her.

"So, um, sorry you got eliminated." He followed her as she walked to her room. She hadn't said a word since she had been eliminated and she hadn't made any acknowledgement of Brick's presence. Instead she looked at the ground with her usual glare, though this one wasn't angry it was more hurt. Brick kept following her to her room waiting for her to say anything or acknowledge him in any way.

Once Jo got to her door she opened it with an angry force and slammed the door behind her. Brick stood at it for a moment and waited for her to say anything. When she didn't come out Brick decided to leave after shouting, "Okay, I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

But she didn't come out of her roomthe next day, or the day after that. Brick was starting to get worried about her, even though she reminded him quite frequently last season that she didn't need anyone's help. He would attempt to go to her door and see if she was okay but even though he was a cadet he wasn't exactly the bravest. And an angry Jo was defiantly one of his worst fears.

Inside her room Jo repeatedly hit a punching bag that hung from her ceiling. All the rooms at the Playa were made to meet the needs and wants of the eliminated contestants. Noah's room was full of books, Sam's room was full of video games, and Jo's room was full of work out equipment. She was angry, actually angry was an understatement, she was furious. Not at Chris or Heather or anyone else who voted for her, she was mostly furious at herself. "You could have won, you could still be in the game, this is all your fault." These words kept playing over and over again in her head and she hated it, because she knew the words were right. She knew she lost it during the game, she knew that she needed to make another alliance, one where she didn't get an alliance member eliminated the next episode. She only really wanted to get past the people who got past her the previous season, aka Scott, Zoey, Lighting, and Cameron. She thought she would most defiantly get past Scott, she expected him to get up to his old tricks of throwing challenges and the team would vote him off, but he didn't, and he was still in the game while she was not.

She always had high expectations, she expected to win the million the previous season and this season. Jo always pushed herself, she worked hard to make sure she was the best. Since she always saw her athletic dad and older brothers as the best she pushed herself to be like them, only stronger, faster, and better. And she always felt the need to prove herself, and she thought that winning the show would be the best way to do that. She felt she had to win the show so people would respect her more, they wouldn't fear her they would respect her. Because hey, a million dollars can buy a lot of respect.

She threw another punch at the photo of Heather, or as she liked to call her, Million Dollar Loser. She smirked as she thought of when she called her that for the first time and she completely flipped out. There were dozens of pictures taped to the bag, all of them were wrinkled, torn, retaped, and reprinted. All except for one at the bottom.

Her punching bag was arranged like a pyramid of likability. On the top were the people she didn't hate the most but still didn't like, like Gwen or Mike, people that she could get annoyed with but didn't completely. In the middle were the people she completely loathed. Like Heather, Lightning, Cameron, now Zoey, Chris, Scott, Dakota, Courtney, the list went on. The very bottom had only one photo. This level was the one for her friends, and even though she had beat him up countless times last season she couldn't find herself to hit his picture anymore.

There was a knock at her door and she took a break from her punching bag and looked through the peak hole. She only saw a laundry basket, and no people so she decided it was okay to quickly grab the basket. Even though she was a tough, scary teenage girl she wasn't ready to face the world outside of her room, she wasn't ready to face the consequences of her elimination. Going through her basket she went through her sweatshirt, sweat pants, sweat shorts, and tank tops. Then she came across something unexpected. As she looked at it for a moment and decided it was time to leave her room.

Brick came upstairs and marched to his room (AN- Has anyone noticed how Brick never walks normal?) he went inside and sat on his be, thinking to himself, "Is this what Jo is doing?" he assumed she was but was surprised when he heard a knock on his door and opened it to Jo. She was leaning against the doorframe with a green piece of cloth. Brick was surprised but still happy to see her, so without thinking he hugged her. She was surprised, confused, happy, and mad all at the same time but she went by her instincts and pushed him away. He quickly backed, saluted, and said, "Good to say you again Ma'am."

Jo rolled her eyes and threw his green shirt at him. "Here's your shirt Brick-for-Brains." She was about to go back to her room but Brick grabbed her wrist so she couldn't get away. She tried to fight him but ended up glaring at him. She knew that he knew how bad she could beat him up.

Yet to her shock he didn't release her, if anything his grip was tighter. But his face showed concern and kindness.

"Jo, how come you haven't... how come I haven't seen you?" he didn't really know how to approach her or talk to her after all the weeks he hadn't seen her.

Jo didn't really know how to talk to him either at the moment. She considered him her best friend even though there wasn't much of a competition. Yet she wasn't sure why he was able to befriend her when so many others couldn't.

"I just didn't feel like it." She said coolly. But Brick knowing Jo and knowing she was lying questioned her further.

"I don't think so." He said a little more firmly. She pulled even harder, but she could feel herself not giving her full effort as she always did.

"I just didn't want to go outside, now can you let me go?"

"Are you sure you want to go?"

"Yes." She said very firmly. But Brick never knew her to act like this. By normal circumstances she would have challenged him to a race or something. But Brick knew the unique circumstance that she was facing. So he didn't let go.

"You know, I would have voted for anyone else." He said to try and calm her down and to his surprise she did. She stopped trying to pull away and looked at him. "No you wouldn't have."

"Nope, in fact I think I would have voted for Heather." He said in an attempt to cheer her up but she kept glaring.

"Brick house, you always voted for me last season." She responded but he shook his head.

"Considering that we were only at two elimination ceremonies together and I didn't vote for you at either one, so no I didn't."

"What? We were rivals, you did vote for me or at least you were supposed to." Inside she felt bad because those two elimination ceremonies she had voted for him. He shrugged and said, "I just didn't feel like it."

She rolled her eyes for a second time and said, "So you would have voted for Heather over me?" Jo slightly smiled up at him as he did the same at her.

"Yeah, I mean you were the only one who really did anything in the challenge." He said. Both looked into each other's eyes. Jo had stopped glaring and Brick had let go of her wrists yet she didn't go away. "I'm pretty sure you would have won if you were still in the game." He said as she softly smiled and very unexpectedly grabbed his shirt and kissed him. His eyes were as softballs and she let go of his shirt as she smirked. He stuttered and was red as an apple.

"Race you around the hotel Brickhouse." She said as she ran away, he ran after her as they both smiled. And Jo felt the happy feeling of the fourth season that she hadn't in a long time. And Brick felt the energizing presence of the jockette that he had been waiting for.

So that was Jock, I think it could have turned out better but I tried my best. These guys are really hard to write. Once again sorry for the long wait on the update but I was surprisingly having a social life. As always vote on whom you want next and which one do you think is the best written so far.