The Secret Life of Jack

ch 3

Wow this took a while, sorry
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Jack stood on the counter as Mark watched him. Mark was completely relaxed and in awe at the tiny man before him. Of course he would be. He didn't have to worry about a threat a hundred times his size!
Jack on the other hand, was swallowing back the fear he felt and put on a brave face, one that read that he was willing to fight back as he watched Mark warily. He didn't know this human. Hell, he didn't even want to get a chance to. He just wanted to run. To leave. To get as far away from here as possible.

Mark shifted on his arms, raising his head so he could ask questions properly. They were the generic things. Like "What are you?" "How long have you been living here?" And "Why are you taking my stuff?"

All of which Jack answered honestly and quickly. He didn't want to be here longer than he needed to be.

"What's your name?" Mark asked softly. Somethin he'd been doing this entire time, which Jack was grateful for. He'd heard how loud this guy can get and he'd be lying if he'd said his ears didn't ring when this guy screamed from across the house!

"Jack. It's not like it matters, does it?" Jack looked up at the raven haired man that toward above him.

"Well, it kinda does if I'm gonna know you live here now. What kind of a roommate would I be if I didn't even know your name?" He chuckled.

Jack just rolled his eyes. Roommate. Yeah, sure.

"Are.. you hungry? I can get you something to snack on from the cupboard."
Mark hadn't even thought about the reason the.. borrower had come out of hiding in his awe. What kind of person would he be if he deprived the small man standing on his counter of food?

Jack was already trying to figure out a way to escape. So he was gonna use this opportunity to make his escape. "Uh.. sure?"

The moment Mark turned away was the moment Jack ran, the quiet, rapid taps of his feet unheard by giant ears.
He ran to the edge of the counter, hastily leaping for the cord to the toaster that Mark always unplugged when it wasn't in use.

But in his haste, he over estimated his angle and his speed. But he realized with dread, all too late. His feet had left the countertop before it'd registered that he was going to miss the cord by a few centimeters. And with how fast he'd been going, he slammed into the drawer. The thud of his body hitting the wood alerted Mark that something had happened, and with crackers in hand, he looked to where the sound had come from confused.

He gasped, worry instantly taking over as he dropped the box of crackers and dived to catch the green haired irishman before he hit the floor.

It was a lucky break, it seems. Just inches from the floor, Marks hand was under the smaller being, cushioning his fall.
Jack instinctively curled up from both the pain and the fear. He'd tried to run. What would Mark do? Would he be mad? Would he trap him so he couldn't do it again? Drop him from higher up?
He braced himself for it as he tried to sooth the pain in his shoulder and his leg. He'd hit pretty hard.
Is this what dislocating a bone felt like?

Jack was so dazed, it took him a while to register what Mark was saying. At first, he'd simply brushed it off as him laughing or making fun of him.
But when he could finally hear what Mark was saying, he was surprised to find that he was worried. Panicked, even.
"Jack! Look at me! Are you ok?! Why would you run off like that?! What happened?! Oh my god, your leg!"

Jack slowly uncurled, looking up at Mark confused for a second before he groaned and flopped back down on his palm. It was so soft and warm and-
"FUCK!" Jack was screaming, the feeling of his hurt leg being snapped into place worse than he could have ever imagined.
He trembled, Mark simply held him close to his chest and offered soft words of comfort as he frantically looked around for something to lay Jack on.
In the end, he went to his room, placing the borrower on his pillow for now.

Jack layed there, cradling his sore shoulder as Mark hovered. The worry on the Giants face was evident along with the guilt. Would Jack have killed himself if he'd hit the floor? Was this Marks fault? If he'd let the small being go, would this have been avoided?

Mark would have to wait to ask, because the second Jacks head hit the pillow, he was out like a light. The exertion and the fear must have worn him out.
Mark sighed. He couldn't wake him. He was so adorable and small, and seeing him curled up on his pillow was enough to make the 28 year old want to squeal.
He opened the nightstand and pulled out a clean handkerchief, setting it over Jack like a blanket before laying back.
He may be half off the bed, but at least he was sure he wouldn't roll over and squash Jack.