Love Matters in the Dark (Septiplier/Jack x Dark AU)

Step 10: Don't be "that guy" who steals from the fridge.

The room swells in uncomfortable silence at his admission, and the way that he said it sent a shiver down my spine. It is almost as if it was the first time he actually had admitted to himself as well. Or at least, it seemed, out loud.

"That gives me a lot of good information to work with then," I quickly say as I start to get myself unsteadily to my feet. "I'll get working on a plan within the next couple of days, unless you need it sooner."

He took a large gulp of Scotch and waved his hand.

"No, take all the time you need. I've had a few lifetimes to try to figure out my schedule. A little longer will hardly kill me."

I smile and nod, just to have something to do. The phrasing of 'a few lifetimes' was interesting, but decided not to remark on it. He must have just misspoken is all.

"What was the next thing that you would like me to do today?" I asked, trying to softly change the subject.

He stood up and gave a shrug with his large shoulders.

"You've already helped with my guest, so unless you wanted to just relax in the house, I hod nothing else planned. You can leave for the day if you'd like."

Foggy confusion is on my face again by the light chuckle he is giving me.

"This isn't a typical 9 to 5 job, Jack," he chuckles again. "I may call you back at some point today for some assistance in one way or another. That's why you have your phone. Kind of think of it as an "on call" type of job. If you have any plans during the day, just text me the times that you won't be available, and I'll try my best not to bother you. Well, unless it is urgent, and nothing is ever usually that urgent."

The desire to ask him what would qualify as urgent is definitely there, but I decide better of it. I already have asked him a lot of personal things today, and I don't want to push too far. The fact that I am still feeling so light headed from the drinks is also concerning me a bit. The drinks are hitting me even harder, and I don't feel like driving is a good idea at all.

"I feel like I'm about two sheets in the wind," I mutter. "Do you think that it would be ok if I hang around until I feel comfortable to drive?"

"Yes, of course," Mark replies as he looks over me again. "As a matter of fact, why don't you relax in one of the bedrooms if you like. I have five extra bedrooms that never get used."

I giggled as I got up, and headed towards the kitchen.

"Is it all right if I grab some water to drink?"

"Sure, go right ahead," he says loudly as he began to check his phone. "There's cold water in the refrigerator, and the glasses are to the right cabinet next to the stove.

The kitchen is massive with large stainless steel appliances and a huge stove, and I take a moment to just soak in how grand everything is. Every surface has a glisten to it that makes me feel horrible about how my place looks. The again, it is fair to assume that Mark would have a maid, or a cleaning service in his house. There was no way that he could keep this house completely clean on his own with his busy schedule.

After grabbing a glass I head into the fridge, and to my surprise there isn't much in there at all. A few bottles of wine, and it looks like Chinese take out, and a couple of small containers of water in really fancy containers. I could feel myself chuckle at the container that I grab. It is the epitome of way too much money for just a bottle of water. The container is made out of fine crystal, and the color of it bright blue. I open the top and pour myself a large glass and then close up the container again, and put it back in the fridge.

I take the first few gulps, and I change my mind quickly about the amount of money Mark probably spent. It is refreshing, and calming, and I suddenly feel much less foggy headed. Perhaps it's some sort of vitamin water?

"Did you get some water, Jack?"

"Yes, I did," I reply after finishing off the glass. "This is really good water. Where did you get it?"

Mark glances at me, slightly puzzled at me question.

"The bottles of water on the bottom shelf? Just from the local grocery store. Nothing really special about them."

"Oh, I didn't see those bottles. I drank whatever was in the blue glass. Is it some sort of vitamin water or something like - "

"Wait, what did you drink?" Mark shouts as he heads over to me in the kitchen, and I feel myself get startled by his sudden concern.

"The blue container," I repeat as he opens the fridge and picks up the same blue glass. "Why? Is there something wrong? I can replace it if..."

The room is spinning in front of my eyes and then I'm moving in slow motion. He is heading towards me as I'm falling to the ground. Then I'm staring at dark brown eyes and a deep voice telling me to breathe. It's a nice voice. Warm and soothing, almost like a blanket.

Then, there is darkness.