Jack Dawkins One Shots

Not Now (PSR)

I smiled standing at the top of the stairwell, leaning on the banister listening to the cluttering, clattering and banging from below. The door opened to the study with the flickering from the light inside shadows dancing as they moved back and forth. 

I snuck myself down the stairwell making sure to step on the carpet rather than the stairwood to keep my steps even quieter. Once I reached the floor I made sure to be sneaky heading through the hall until I peeked inside seeing the various equipment, shelves, racks and cupboards filled with saws, knives, bottles, bandages and goodness knows what else. The whole room had an air of death, the fire lit in the corner causing light to cascade across the room letting the shadows of all things dance. 

He stood tinkering with bottles and jars of various things often having to scamper around the study for things. But I made sure to hide myself if ever he turned in my direction. 

"I know you're there Y/n" He spoke up making me jump a little 

"Awww How'd you know?" I pouted heading inside 

"I heard you"

"But I was ever so sneaky" 

"I still heard you, Not now"

"You don't even know what I was going to ask."

"Yes I do, Not now I'm busy"

"Jack" I whined coming into the room and completely following him around like a little pouting puppy

"Not now." He glared

"But I've missed you ever so badly" I whined 

"Well I'm busy," He says "I have to get all this prepared ready for tomorrow"

"Can't you just spare five measly minutes?" 

"No I can't" he says 

"Please" I whined clamping my arms around his chest and nuzzling into his leather apron 

He chuckled giving my head a small kiss "Very cute. But not now" He says forcing my hands off and continuing his work 

"Jack please, you've been locked up in here for days" I whined sitting on the table 

"Because I have work to do," He says "I can't help I'm busy can I?"

"It's not good leaving your little lady all alone this long, something could have happened and you'd never be any the wiser"

"it could."

"I am feeling rather feverish"

"Are you now?" He glared 

"Ummm and I have a terrible tummy ache"

"A tummy ache?"

"Yes, it's very bad, maybe you could take a look for me"

"I'm a surgeon." 

"So? can't you just check me over just in case"

"Ohh I get it. You're not sick. You just want some attention." 

"I am sick"

"No, I know that smile your not sick you're just trying to convince me to stick my hand up your dress"

"Well... if you could-"

"No. not now I'm busy"

"But-"

"No buts."

I pouted watching him work for a little while my blood boiling a little and I waited till he didn't have anything breakable or dangerous in hand I pushed off the table and jumped on him forcing him to the floor 

"Attention. Now!" I giggle squeezing him tightly 

"ahhh fuck- y/n!"

"Attention!" 

"Ohh for god- alright! alright!"