Stranger (Handsome Jack X OC)

Hot Shot

"Wakey wakey! Time for eggs and bac-y!" Jacks voice booms into my ear and I'm zapped awake violently.

"OW! FUCK!" My body squirms as I drop from the couch onto the floor.

"By eggs I mean no eggs, by bac-y I mean you. Jeeze, kiddo. You smell like a dead prostitute melting into the asphalt of an alley way."

I groan as I sit up, holding my body with my arms.

"Then let me go shower."

Jack crouches down across from me, squatting like a frog.

"You've got ten minutes."

"No problem." I sigh, getting up quickly and rushing to the bathroom.

The water felt so good. Hot, steaming, I hang my head lowly in the water, grabbing a bottle of shampoo and just dumping out an excess amount all over me.

I felt lazy, tired, I was so sick of this and yet part of me was afraid of Jack leaving. Once he found Moxxi i'd be finished with him. There's no way in hell I'd be able to find Lilith. Would he kill me after this was all said and done? Would he kill me if I couldn't find Moxxi? For fucks sake. I can't think like that. I've got to beat him at his own game. He won't get to me. He can't get to me.

The soap was completely washed from my hair and as I soak a little longer, the water suddenly shuts off.

"Times up!"

I'm yanked completely naked from the shower.

"Hey! What the hell?! Creep!" I shout, taking my wrist away from him.

"You look great. Dripping wet, naked and on your knees." Jack growls lowly, throwing some of my clothes on me.

"Dry up, get dressed and let's get the fuck out of here."

Once again, he leaves me to sit and think about the bullshit he just pulled. A constant in our relationship.

What the fuck did I just say? Mentally face palming, I stand up and dry off with my towel before slipping on a pair of black leggings and an all black tube top.

He didn't give me any fucking underwear. No, it's cool. Commando is cool. I fucking guess.

I all back out into my living room and see Jack on the couch.

"Are you ready?" I grunt, rubbing the bags under my eyes.

Jacks head turns around to see me and his smile fades as he looks up at me.

"Much better, cupcake. As a matter of fact, I am ready. First stop, Hot Shot... Second stop, Moxxi's whorey, clown face!" Jack stands up, side by side with me, only facing the opposite direction.

"Whorey, clown face that has probably totally sucked your dick."

Jacks hand comes across my chest, grabbing the shoulder furthest from him. He pulls me into his surprisingly hard pecs and chuckles warmly.

"Are you jealous, kitten? I won't fight ya if you decide to go down on me."

My heart was racing at the thought and this morning was NOT my morning. My mojo, my a-game is withering... All because of some handsome douche in Hyperion clothing. How the hell was he taking away such a huge part of me? My independence. It could potentially be the shock therapy sessions... But a large junk of my brain think that it's because I... Might like him.

I shove him away, walking toward the door before slipping on my bright red combat boots.

"Let's go. Now." I growls through gritted teeth.

Jack walks out of the door with his hands up, and it made me sort of smile.. It was the slightest inclination that he was surrendering. He knew I was pissed and was feeling guilty. The joke says a lot more than he thinks.

"How far is Hot Shot from your place?"

"Ten minutes by foot, five by car."

"We're taking that car so I have somewhere to hide. If any of your friends spot me back in Hollow Point... I might never see you again. Or get to Moxxi."

Might never see me again? What's the importance of that? He'll be done with me after he kills his ex girlfriend. I definitely don't ever want to be in her shoes.

"Get in then." I grunt, opening the drivers side door.

"Aw, someone's pissed. Is it about this morning? Is it the shower or the wake up call? Oh no, wait! It couldn't have been about teasing you last night, could it kitten?"

I start the car, trying my best to ignore him, but his dumb ass face just kept going. And laughing. At me.

"Is it for making you call your friends and lying to them? You care about your friends!" Jack was laughing insanely, so I slam my foot on the brakes and satisfyingly watch his head slam into the windshield.

I snort, chuckling a bit.

"Oh, you little bi-"

I slap Jack across the face and before he can zap me, I grab tightly onto his wrist. I knew I wasn't stronger than him, but he was so taken a back by my actions that he didn't move away. I still got it.

"I'm pissed. You're right. But not because all of that stupid bullshit you pull. No. I'm pissed because I fucking like you. The teasing is one thing, but actually liking you? More than just a piece of fuck? That's got my brain boggling. So I'd like to finish this little mission of yours and get you the fuck out of my luxurious, stripping, douchebag free life."

It's safe to say the drive was silent. I SILENCED JACK! ME!

I park outside of Hot Shot and look over to Jack.

"Do you at least want to come in? She has some seriously good ideas for guns."

Jacks jaw is clenched and he opens the door with a push of his shoulder. Was he seriously throwing a tantrum? What a fucking baby.

I won't lie, when we walked in, side by side, we probably looked pretty badass. The bell above the door rang and out from the shadows came the beautiful red head herself, Melanie. She narrowed her eyes at is both and dropped the gun she had been cleaning.

"Oh come on, I'm not THAT white." I laugh.

She comes out from behind the counter and I watch her walk up to Jack, Jack raising a brow.

They stand a close distance apart and he moves a strand of hair from her face.

"Mel?"

"Jack..." She sighs with a smile, quickly wrapping her arms around his waist.

Well... Yeah... Okay... Confusing but okay.