Overwatch One Shots and Imagines

Jamison Fawkes- Cooking (a)

"What have you been doing in here?" You moved slowly through the smoke that had infiltrated into your hallway with your forearm carefully covering your eyes.

"I'm cookin!" Jamison called out from the kitchen. "You were working late so I thought I would make dinner!" You thought back to the first time your... beloved husband had tried to cook a romantic dinner and it had almost resulted in another limb amputation for him. You would never be unappreciative of his efforts, but if at all possible you would like to keep the house and not have it turn to ash.

"Right... thanks... what are you cooking exactly?"

"Ah you know me lovely; I don't follow a recipe. I just threw a bit of this in, a bit of that in-" a loud boom erupted from the kitchen along with an extra dense puff of smoke. "Blimey... don't worry about that, just had the heat on a little low!"

"Low?"

"Yeah, anyway. So I don't really know what to call it, but it's going to be nice." You stumbled into the kitchen, Jamison stood hunched over a big, bubbling cauldron like pot stirring menacingly. "Hey! You're not supposed to be lookin'!" He slung a dirtied tea towel over his shoulder and knelt down to the oven, what was once thick and juicy steaks were not coin sized rings that had been blackened to their very core.

"How long were those in the oven for?" Jamison stared proudly at his creation. "They only need about 15 minutes?"

"Uuhh, well I started about two hours ago..." He brought his fingers up to his chin and thought deeply on the subject. "So they've been in about two hours. Look y/n, brown food is good food. It means the sugars have caramelised and turned into good flavours."

"Jamison, those aren't brown they're black and you need to stop watching Nigella all day. What's in the saucepan?"

"Well obviously y/n it's the sauce isn't it... idiot."

"And what sauce would that be?" You gazed over the kitchen counter. Empty bottles of mayonnaise, mustard... jars of salt, pepper and various spices and who knows what else adorned the counter side.

"Well it's... Jamison's special sauce?" Even he was unsure of what he had just said.

"Yeah I'm not eating Jamison's special sauce no matter how hungry I am, sorry."

"No that's fine I wouldn't want to eat this shit either, ill get takeout."

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Written by Aaron.