As you will be able to tell, Jacoba has some bad experiences with her biological family. I'm not exactly sure what all it will entail, but just keep that in mind going forward please.

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The legalities: I do not own any of the Expendables franchise (characters, places, and objects especially) and this is mostly au.Rated M just to be on the safe side.

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Prompt: "You go. I am fine."

"I know you're not."

"I can never lie to you, can I?"

"No."

Jacoba was tired. She had just finished a horrid phone conversation with her birth givers (or "parents" as most people call them), of all people. Believe it or not, it had all been Gunnar's idea to have her reach out to her little sister. He didn't want her to regret leaving her sister behind without an explanation as to why she had left in the first place. Not that it mattered at all, since all her sister had done was yell at her for screwing up all of "their" parents' plans and to never call her again. Then it had been just under an hour after that that Jacoba had begun to get phone calls from a number that she instantly recognized as her birth givers. After ignoring it a couple of times, Jacoba had just sighed and answered the darned thing. Just like she had thought, they were pissed that she had left and not told them anything. Then they started in on her refusal to get married to this random guy they had chosen for her, because, in their words, she couldn't have chosen a better man who would want her. She couldn't even get a word in edgewise to get them to stop. So, as she felt the migraine really setting in, Jacoba just hung up after about half an hour and turned off the burner phone she had used completely.

It spoke to how much those two calls alone had taken out of her when she didn't realize that Gunnar had reentered the living room, snagging her around the waist and pulling her back to him. "Tool just called. Lacey and the guys are all headed to the bar. Want to join them?"

"You go. I'm fine."

Gunnar scoffed. "I know you're not."

Leaning back so that she could rest her head closer to his neck, Jacoba sighed. Ever since they had started dating (and consequentially living together) a couple of months ago, she had found that Gunnar had gotten extremely (and annoyingly) good at reading her and her moods. "I can never lie to you again, can I?"

She felt his smirk as he pressed a small kiss in the crook of her neck. "No."

Rolling her eyes and turning so that she could hug him fully, Jacoba realized that she really didn't care anymore what the family that she was born into thought about her and her decisions. She made herself a new family, whom she would tell about her "conversations" later, possibly even at the bar later that night. For now, she settled on just kissing her man.