Handsome Jack X Reader

A Realization

You awoke to a bright light shinning in your face. When you opened your eyes, the scene was the same from the night before, the walls around you had wallpaper that was peeling off, and the wooden floor under neath you was bent with cracks and water damage was had clearly taken its toll. You pushed your feet off the side of the bed and sat up. You head began to pound as blood rushed away from it. You rubbed your eyes and looked around. 'Where was Jack?' you asked yourself, remembering the events that had happened last night. He had climbed in bed with you and comforted you because you had a nightmare... or flash back. You couldn't quite tell which one it was. Both maybe? 

You shifted your weight to your feet and stood up. You looked around for a door and headed towards it. You opened it as quietly as you could, which was hard because it was worn down and it looked like it was about to fall right off of its hinges. It became harder to keep your balance so you leaned up against the wall and walked down the short hallway. When you came to the living room, it had a table with two beaten-up chairs and dismantled gun sitting on top of it. There was a couch pushed up against the wall and it looked like it had various stains and rips on it. Overall, the place looked.... dirty. 

You heard multiple noises come from the other room so you wandered over to the source. They were coming from a kitchen that matched the rest of the house. Disgusting. You peaked your head around the corner and saw Jack rummaging through cupboards, looking for something. Your steps made a creaking noise on the wood floor, causing him to turn around and look at you. 

"Did I wake you up?" he asked. You shook your head no.

"What are you doing?" you asked, coughing. You were really dehydrated and your throat felt like it was covered with sand paper. You brushed the hair out of your face and looked at him curiously. 

"Looking for food that's edible. Never know when you might need it. What else would I be doing in the kitchen?" He asked chuckling. 

"Do you have any water?" you asked. You could hear your voice crack and you winced at the painful sensation talking left in your throat. 

"Uh, yeah. Let me get it for you." He walked past you back into the living room and went over to a bag sitting next to the door, reaching into it he pulled out a water canteen. He walked back over to you and held it out. You grabbed it with your right hand and let out a gasp as a sharp wave of pain pulsed through your body. You dropped the canteen, but before it could hit the ground, Jack caught it. He looked up at you with confusion and you squeezed your hand. He stood up and grabbed your right hand. You could feel blood rush to your face when you felt the warmth of his hand touch yours. He lifted it up to his face an inspected it. "Where'd ya get all of these bruises, kitten?" He asked.

Kitten. You hated it when he called you that. Just something about it. He didn't start calling you that until he got back. He had changed drastically. And you didn't like it one bit. 

He traced over the scabs and bruises on your knuckles and you winced at his touch. You chuckled nervously and turned your head. "I don't know actually." He stood there for a bit, not knowing what to say. He turned around and headed back to the bag. Reaching inside of it and rummaging around, he pulled out a roll of fabric bandages and a bottle of rubbing alcohol then headed back in your direction. "Where are you getting all of these things from?" you asked.

"That bag. Are your eyes damaged too?" He asked chuckling. You shot him an aggravated look. "Sorry, kitten. I was just joking. I got them from-"

"I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't call me kitten." spilled out of your mouth. He got on one knee and grabbed your hand. 'The hell is he doing?' you thought. He looked up and you and smirked. You looked back confused and he grabbed the rubbing alcohol.

"Guess some things don't change." He breathed. "This might hurt a bit." He grabbed a reg and doused it in alcohol. You braced yourself as the rag came up to your hand. The rag was cold and it made your skin shudder. You let out small squeaks of pain as Jack dabbed the wounds on your hands with the rag.  

"Ow ow ow.." you breathed. 

"Sorry sorry sorry." He said. After what seemed like an eternity of pain, he grabbed the bandages and started to wrap them carefully around your hand, trying not to put you in more pain. When he was done he got up and walked over to the bag to put the contents back in it. He zipped up the bag and put it over his shoulder. "Okay," he started "I'll leave now. I'm sorry for-" he waved his hand around, "everything. I guess."

You lunged at him and grabbed onto his wrist. "No, please," you said, you could hear your voice shake as Jack gave you a skeptical look. 

"Last time we talked on Helios you told me never to speak to you again." He said. You could hear a touch of anger and pain in his voice. 

"Please don't leave me.."  you said softly. The thought of being alone scared you. You had no clue where you were and how you would be able to get food, clothes, or weapon to defend yourself. His expression softened. you had a lump in your throat, and you felt like you were about to cry.

"Well, I can't stay here." He said looking around. And, you'd hate to admit it, but he was right. This place looked like it was about to collapse and you didn't want to be there when it did.

"Then take me with you." you said. He looked at you surprised.

"I don't even know where I'm going." He stated, it sounded like he didn't want you to come.

"I don't care."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

Jack sighed and looked towards the door. "There's a bandit car out there that I was going to use. I've been up all morning packing full of stuff that I might need. You can get in and go with me I guess." You nodded and loosened your grip on his wrist.  "Just don't-" he paused "get in the way." 'Get in the way?' you thought, 'What could he mean by that?' "This wouldn't be the first time you've gotten in the way of me doing something." he said slowly. And that statement took you back into last nights dream. He had gotten shot because of you. This was something he hadn't forgotten and it made you feel horrible. 

You both headed towards the door and out to the car. He put the bag in the back with other bags that were packed full of things. 'How long had he been up anyway?' you asked yourself. You climbed into the passenger seat and waited for Jack to get in. He got in and started the car. Now, you normally didn't like to sleep in cars, but you were really tired. No idea why though. You felt like you'd been sleeping for days. Jack started to dive into the desert and you slumped down in your chair. You looked up out the window and saw Elpis. It looked so weird without the Hyperion corporation in front of it, over looking Pandora. What happened to make Helios fall anyway? You wanted to ask Jack, but it seemed like a touchy subject. You closed your eyes and fell asleep. Sleep was one of your favorite things. It would numb pain and temporarily let you forget about what was going on. Dreams were one of your favorite things too but... after that couple of them... you weren't too sure you wanted more.