If Dreams Were Reality (Jenna Ortega Imagines)

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Who would’ve thought that working in the field as a policewoman, accustomed to the rush and danger lurking at every corner would one day end up at a safe house.

Protector to a witness of a brutal crime of her cousin. Jenna was simply in the wrong place at the right time – knowing that if she testifies, she could singlehandedly help us solve the whole case, yet put herself at risk too.

You always thought that she was brave for doing that. Even terrified, she wanted justice to be served.

Your team thought it was best to relocate her temporarily to a safe house in another city. Your captain assigned the task of watching over her, to you.

“This will be your new residence.” You inform her stepping into the house first. You do a quick check of the three rooms and return back to the living room once everything seems safe.

You find Jenna’s eyes scanning every part of the living room with curiosity and uneasiness. Her fingers fidgeting with the zip of her jacket.

“The rooms are cleared. You can put your stuff down in one of them. I’ll take the other.” You state.

You can only imagine the fear and uncomfortableness of it all. Having to move to a new place and with so many strangers among you.

“Thank you.” she says quietly.

“Something on your mind?” you ask.

“I’d like to clean the house.” She admits. “I’ll feel better knowing I did it myself.” She looks at you briefly and looks back to her lap.

“Okay.” You nod. “Everything you need is in the long cabinet in the kitchen.”

“Will you be around while I’m doing that?”

“Only if you want me to.” You respond. “Otherwise I’ll be checking in with the others outside.”

“No. you can go.” She says standing up with her bags and quickly passing you.

*

As the days went by, it was inevitable that Jenna was going to keep more to herself. Only speaking when necessary.
You responded by giving her the space she needed and always remaining calm.

Over time Jenna become comfortable enough to ask about your life and your family. You didn’t really want to have such conversations but if it helped calm her down, you were willing to share a few things with her. Through that, Jenna began to open up more about herself, her life and painful past.

“What are you doing?” Jenna asks coming from her room. She’s in a navy hoodie and grey pyjama pants.

“I’m just watching a movie. I didn’t know you were still awake.”

Some nights you found Jenna’s reading light still on hours after you already gone to sleep. After a week or so, it was no longer left on. She even looked well rested from better sleep. You had suspicion she was having nightmares from that night, but it seemed to have stopped.

Jenna unexpectedly plops down on the couch next you. “What movie you watching?”

You stifle laugh. She didn’t even ask if it was alright. She made the decision for you.

“Y/f/m.” you answer.

“I like that one. I haven’t seen it in ages actually.”

Without warning, Jenna rests her head on your shoulder and you tense up instantly.

“Ah, Jenna…” You struggle to speak up.

“Yeah?” she looks up at you with her innocent dark brown eyes before she looks back at the TV.

You struggle to find the words to tell her in a polite manner to not be this close to you. Duty came first before all else. So distance from the witness was top priority.

Jenna laughs at the screen. You haven’t heard her laugh before. She’s so different from a few weeks ago. It actually puts you at ease that she seems comfortable. That she found a sense of safety in you. Her protector.

You try to move away but she holds your arm. “Please don’t go.” She whispers.
It feels cruel to take away the progress she made. You don’t want her to feel alone again.

“You comfortable?” you ask, taking yourself by surprise.

She nods against your shoulder. “You’re nice and warm. I feel safe with you.”

You feel a warmth replacing the solid and cold wall you built within you. You don’t know how but this girl managed to make you care about her so much. More than just an assigned police officer and witness but as a friend.

You didn't think the line would’ve eventually blurred at some point, but it did. As long as you or Jenna don't overstep too much, everything should be fine.

Author's note:

Would you guys be interested in a part 2 of this?