Quinn sighed and rested her elbows on the counter in the kitchen. It was five in the morning and no one else in the Institute was awake, well, that she saw of. She bow her head and ran her hands through her hair, making a slight face at how dirty it felt beneath her equally dirty hands. "Oh! Good morning!" Quinn raised her head to see who the too perky voice belonged too.

The gaunt face she was greeted with didn't match the smile or the sparkling hazel eyes it held. The boy was leaning on the other side of the counter, his short brown hair spiked around his smiling face. "You're new aren't you?" he said cheerfully. Quinn didn't speak, but continue to take in the boy's appearance. With his skinny build and pointed, hollow face he looked sick but with the smile and the bright eyes it balanced him and made him look kind of cute.

Quinn forced a slight smile on her face. "Yeah," she said quietly.

"Well it's nice to meet you," the boy said, holding out a hand. "I'm Jake Kitchener, but you can call me Jake or Kitchie, everyone does. Although when we're training or on missions they call me Glue." Quinn was surprised at the fact that the guy didn't take a breath once while he talked. "What's your name?" The last statement set off a dull headache above Quinn's right eye. "I'm Mare," she replied. "Short for Nightmare." Jake raised an eyebrow. "Nightmare huh?" he asked. "That's your codename right? It's really cool." Quinn was wondering whether or not she asked the guy how old he was…

"Sure… My real name's Quinn though." Jake's smile grew, if that was even possible. "Well it's great to meet you Quinn. You hungry or anything? I bet Caim's already woken up and made breakfast." Quinn glanced around the spotless kitchen, not noticing anything that would hint that someone had cooked. "Um…" Jake opened the fridge and Quinn spotted two large gleaming aluminum pans stacked one on top of the other. "Wow," Jake said, pulling one out. He shook his head, still smiling. Then he looked up at Quinn. "Caim's a great guy. Really shy and quiet but he's really chill and a fantastic cook. Don't know where he learned it though, he was by himself kind of on the run for two years. Maybe he picked it up from books along the way." Jake shrugged and Quinn closed her eyes, feeling the headache growing. "I'll have to ask him."

"Mhmm…" Quinn mumbled.

"So how'd you sleep? You don't look that great, you ok?" Quinn opened one eye to see Jake in the middle of getting two plates down from a cupboard. "I'm not hungry thanks," Quinn told him. Jake put the plates on the counter and raised an eyebrow. "You really should eat, you're so small." Quinn narrowed her eyes. "That's my body type stupid." Jake was taken aback. "Wow… Um, ok, sorry." He put one of the plates away and cracked open the seal on the pan. Inside was a pile of still steaming scrambled eggs. The smell of it made Quinn nauseous. She pushed her stool back and stood up, keeping her head down. "Quinn…" She looked up to see Jake staring at her, an extremely worried expression on his face. "Are you ok?"

Quinn shrugged a shoulder. "Yeah. Fine," she replied. He tapped the end of his fork against the aluminum and nodded slowly. "If you say so." He glanced away before packing up the pan and putting it back in the fridge. When he turned back to Quinn she was almost out of the room. "Are you sure you don't want something?" he asked. "A granola bar? Orange juice? Coffee?" Quinn stopped. She guessed that Jake would probably keep asking, and what harm would a cup of coffee do?

She ran a hand through her hair. "Coffee sounds great. I just need to grab something 'k?" When Jake replied Quinn could hear the smile in his voice: "Sure thing!"

AN: I have gotten quite a few people telling me that Quinn's a b****. Yes, I will agree, but her type of character (and Blackout from two of my other stories) are my favourite types of characters to write! Also, I make them mean so I can turn them nice... er. Nicer. It's harder turning a good character mean, so I go the other way around ^^ Quinn will be getting a bit nicer. As you can see in this chapter she didn't freak on Kitchie and is actually accepting his help! Yay Quinn for a slight change! XD
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