A/N: I put up a post saying that a word was put up in my ask box - any word - then I would tell a fact regarding my character that was associated with the word. Obviously, I don't know how to follow my own rules, because I wrote drabbles instead. *shrugs* The more for you!
Major-kirrahe said: Coffee
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Most humanoids had no problem with the smell of coffee. Most humans liked it. Not Jack. She couldn't stand the stuff. All she could think, every time she smelled it, was: kill.
For the first twelve years of her life, the smoky, slightly bitter scent hadn't meant wake up, it had meant pain.
All of the scientists who had experimented on her, all of the soldiers who had held her down, all of the plastic-faced fucks who had done things to her…all of them had smelled strongly of coffee.
So now, every morning on the Normandy, she woke choking back a scream, her heart hammering in her ears. Not there, not there, she would chant to herself, trying to keep the nauseating fear at bay.
Eventually, she hurled herself up the stairs and into the elevator, snarling Ken and Gabby out so she could have it to herself. Stepping onto the crew deck and pretending that the smell of coffee didn't make her want to kill everyone in sight was teeth-grindingly difficult.
"Good Morning, Jack. Want some coffee?" Gardner called helpfully.
"Go fuck yourself with a razor blade dipped in acid, Gardner. Don't fucking talk to me." Jack grabbed an apple and stalked back towards the elevator.
Gardner shrugged to the rest of the crew. "Guess she's not a morning person."