A/N: Just a random drabble (alternate universe) where Jaime and Bart meet for the first time. Please leave a review if you have any thoughts. I also take prompt requests.

Desiccated leaves crackled underfoot as Bart ran, the brisk morning air filling his lungs with every inhalation. The dirt path was worn from years of use, and by now Bart had every inch of the park ingrained in memory; from the horizontal stories engraved on the trees, to the loose rocks scattered like constellations, and, finally, the massive, burbling fountain that marked the end of his run.

Bart was just nearing the clearing when he did something he rarely ever did — he tripped. And not just a stumble, but a full-out face-plant. As the star of the Central City Track Team, with years of running and cross-country tournaments behind him, this was something that just didn't happen, not to him, anyways. His face flushing bright crimson, Bart dusted his knees and wiped at his gravel embedded cheek, wincing at the sharp sting. He examined himself carefully, knowing that as soon as he looked up, the inevitable would happen again. And it did.

The park was usually deserted when Bart came for his early morning runs, but a good ten feet away was a dark-haired teenager sitting beside the park fountain, completely unaware of Bart's presence. That wasn't the problem. The problem was that the sun was finally coming up, and its rays poured over the boy's coppery skin like caramel. His ebony hair was slightly tousled, and bubbling jets of water sparkled out of the fountain beside him, like a scene straight out of the movie. A trio of naked cherubs affixed to the fountain made it look as if Heaven was rejoicing at the boy's existence.

Bart's feet moved with a mind of their own, guiding him towards to the fountain. His mouth felt suddenly dry, like he'd swallowed a mouthful of sawdust. 'What should I say? Hi, I saw you from over there and you're totally gorgeous, like, how-did-you-even-get-that-gorgeous? I mean, it's totally crash if you're not comfortable with other guys finding you attractive, but I do and there's not really a way around that so...' Bart let his train of thought falter, cringing at how pathetic he sounded in his head. When he realized that the other boy still hadn't even acknowledged his presence, Bart blurted, "hey, I'm Bartwhat'syourname?"

The boy flinched in surprise, swiveling to meet Bart's gaze. "Er, sorry ese, didn't quite catch that."

Bart gave a nervous titter of laughter. His words tended to blur together when he was excited or nervous. "Oh, uh, no worries. I said—" but Bart paused, because now that he saw the boy up close, he noticed the stiff expression of his face, and how his postured was slightly hunched. "I said, uh, are you okay?"

His expression softened into what closely resembled a smile. "I'm fine, just came here to get away from things for a bit," he rubbed the back of his neck, "You know how it gets sometimes."

Bart nodded in what he hoped seemed sympathetic, but really he had know idea what the guy had just said. How could he when he had such distracting eyes? They were like molten chocolate, dripping with warmth.

"I'm Jaime, by the way," he extended his hand.

"Bart!" he exclaimed, a little too enthusiastically. He was less than eager to shake Jaime's hand though, given how clammy he suddenly felt, but Jaime had the good nature not to immediately wipe it off on his jeans.

"So," Jaime murmured, "do you come here often?"

If Bart had asked the question it would've sounded stupid, but with Jaime's exotic accent, Bart good hardly grasp for an answer. "Um... yeah! I come here all the time. Morning runs."

"So you're a runner?" Jaime asked, and Bart would've been lying if he said he didn't feel a thrill go through him as the Hispanic's eyes swept over him. But Bart's elation soon turned to embarrassment when he realized he was wearing his old pair of shorts. There was nothing particularly wrong with the fabric, but with his recent growth-spurt, his shorts didn't even reach to mid-thigh length.

"Yeah," Bart's voice came out an octave higher than normal.

Jaime fiddled with a coin, sun light dancing off it.

"What's that for?"

"Hmm?" Jaime's eyebrows rose as he followed Bart's gaze. "Oh, you know the whole wish on a penny, throw it in the fountain."

"Wow, retro," Bart noted.

"Yeah," Jaime laughed, and his laugh was throaty and rich. "Do you want a penny?" he asked, pulling out a second one.

Before Bart could shrug off the offer, Jaime added, "there discontinuing them, so it's not like they're worth anything."

"Sure, that'd be crash."

Jaime tossed it to him, and Bart caught it with ease.

"Nice reflexes," he said teasingly. Bart gulped. Was Jaime... flirting with him? He shook the thought aside.

"So, on three?" Bart asked, nodding towards the fountain.

Jaime nodded his assent, and the two flipped their pennies into the fountain. Bart leaned forward to watch the coins sink to the bottom. "Hey, look! The pennies landed on each other."

For some reason this made Jaime blush, but he stammered out, "so I guess I'll see you around sometime?"

Bart nodded breathlessly.

"Crash," Jaime said, testing the word.

"Totally crash."

He watched the older boy leave, and settled beside the fountain, grinning into the crystal blue depths as his imagination ran wild. He decided that if two wishes were made at the same time, and the coins landed on each other, then the wishers were soul mates. Though he probably wouldn't share this theory with Jaime just yet.