Jett

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It had turned out that Jett needed stitches.

Which had, in turn, led to Jazz angrily patching her up in the kitchen while muttering words that sounded suspiciously like swears in Arabic. Jett had looked vaguely amused as she watched her best friend try to stitch her up in the most painful yet safest way possible. Though, she was less than amused the following day when the three other assassins made her stay home as they went out to follow up on the leads they had made at the ball.

On the plus side, Kayden thought that she hadn't completely lucked out considering the weather.

It was raining.

No, storming, outside. The weather was less than ideal for going out to gather information and a small part of Kayden felt it was only Jazz's way of getting back at Jett for being so reckless. He could hear the heavy downpour outside of the thin apartment walls, the occasional crack of thunder seeming to shake every corner of his room. There was something calming about it. He didn't know how to explain why he thought thunder of all things was calming but there was something about storms that made him feel at peace. He had used to stand outside as a kid and just scream his frustrations into the deafening soundscape, letting the unjudging void swallow up his words. That is, until his mum found him and dragged him back inside by the ear.

The effects of the storm were doubly calming that day as he sat blankly in his room trying to come to terms with Robert's surprise appearance the day before. He couldn't help but think that perhaps Mark was tangled up in it all as well. He didn't know how he'd be able to face him at school.

After what felt like hours of driving himself crazy with his thoughts he got up to leave his room, deciding that perhaps attempting to keep Jett company might take his mind off of things.

He found her curled up on the mustard couch with a book, lips pursed and fingers seeming to clutch the hard cover much too tightly.

"I can't believe you couldn't go with them," he mused as he strolled in and placed himself on the couch across from her.

"They'll be fine," Jett replied tightly, "three is a safe number."

Before he could think of any other conversation starters a crack of thunder shook the room. Jett's fingers seemed to tighten even more, causing her knuckles to turn white. She kept her gaze determinedly trained on the pages before her but he doubted that she had read any of the words.

"You're not a fan of the weather?" He ventured cautiously as he kept his questioning gaze on her tense form.

"Not particularly," she grit out reluctantly, refusing to look at him.

"Really? How come?"

"They remind me of an unpleasant experience I once had." Her voice did that empty thing once more and Kayden took the hint that she wasn't willing to expand upon the subject. Instead he chewed on his lip indecisively, trying to think of a way to take her mind off of the situation.

"Come on," he said suddenly as a an idea popped into his mind. He stood up from the couch, grinning down at Jett.

The words caught her attention enough to make her finally look up at him "what?"