Summary: Reader is in an established relationship with Steven and Marc but has never met Jake before and is intimidated by his reputation. When an emergency requires Jake to take control for a while, you decide that it's time to introduce yourself.
Content: brief violence and gore, reader is injured (not life-threatening) angst, fluff, whatever. Poor use of Spanish. Gender neutral reader.
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You had only ever heard of the man through Marc and Steven's descriptions. They did their best to spell out how he was important; how he was necessary to the survival of the whole system. Steven had explained to you that Jake Lockley operated on pure self-preservation instincts. He would only emerge when the body was in mortal danger and he would do whatever it took to extinguish that danger, no matter the cost. Marc had added that the boys don't talk with him regularly. Jake preferred to keep to himself and, beyond coming to terms with sharing a body, Marc and Steven had let him.
Jake had never fronted in your presence. Your only image of him was the ruthless last resort for your boyfriends' survival. In your mind, Jake was dangerous and unpredictable. Steven had assured you that he would never hurt you, but you were intimidated by his reputation nonetheless. All you knew was that when Jake appeared, people died. From your understanding, Jake didn't really have a purpose beyond that. You were unsure if he was capable of anything besides his keen survival instincts. Was he capable of compassion, or laughter, or love? You didn't really plan on finding out.
That is, until one night when you and Steven had booked a hotel room in the middle of Budapest. Marc and you had just finished a mission, and he had dipped out for a recharge while Steven made sure the body was well-fed and well-rested. The two of you were settled in the drabby hotel room, awaiting your flight back to London the next morning. Steven was cuddled up against your back, massaging your skin as a black-and-white movie played softly on the TV. You were holding an ice pack to your abdomen-you didn't have a healing suit of armor like your partner. Steven was half asleep and you were contemplating turning off the telly when a loud crash came from across the room.
