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You were just a waitress. You were working your job at a restaurant. You were overrun with many tables at once, as it was dinner rush.
You nearly tripped over someone's foot, holding many plates and cups. Someone caught you, and most of the plates. Your eyes widened. "Oh, thank you, sir.."
The man, who had dark hair and a blue jacket. "Of course, now, be careful," he says with a smile. You nod and get back to work.
You went back to put the dishes away. Not thinking much of it.
Later in the night, you were being yelled at by a customer. "This is outrageous! We shouldn't have to wait this long for our food!"
"Please, I'm sure it's coming- its just very busy-"
"Very busy my ass!" The customer gets up. You back up a little. "I can just go see how long its g-"
"I'm hungry now!" The man suddenly jumps at you and nearly bites you. You kick him off. "What the hell!" You back up on the ground.
Everyone stares. Nobody knows what to do with the man who looks like he's rabied.
He's staring at you. You scramble up and run. He chases you outside. You keep running. You run into that guy again.
He looks behind you and sees the man. "Well, that doesn't look good, just keep running, that building there," he says, pushing you behind him. "But you'll be-"
"GO!" He snaps, you run. You see him try to fight the monster off and fail as you're running. Your eyes tear up, you hesitate for a second but you know you can't stay, or it'll kill you too..
You run inside the building and close the door. You bump into a woman. "Are you alright?" She asks.
"It- it ate him-" you say, your voice shaking.
"What?" She raises an eyebrow.
"There was this guy with dark hair and he said to run here cause this rabied guy was chasing me and and it ate him-" you say, tearing up.
"We found our suspect, and of course Jack goes to get eaten by it.." she mutters into an intercom. A group of people run outside with guns and stuff..
After a little bit the group runs back in, the guy in hand. You sit in the corner shaking and crying.
"Did nobody stay with the victim!?" The dark haired man says. Everyone goes quiet. Kinda embarrassed.
"...okay, you guys take him to the cells, I have to calm her down.." he says, rubbing his forehead.
You stare at him in shock. "You got eaten! I saw you get eaten!" You exclaim.
"Yes, well, I can't die.. long story.. are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?.." he asks, kneeling down.
"I.. my back a little.. from falling earlier.. but I'm fine.." you say, sitting up, still crying.
"Alright.. can you breathe with me?" He asks, noticing you still kinda hyperventilating..
You nod and breathe with him.
"I can't believe those idiots didn't think to stay here with you, pretty girl," he says smiling a little.
"Oh.. thanks.." you sit up a little, not so guarded anymore.
"Yeah, of course," he gets up, you slowly get up, wincing a bit. He frowns. "Can you just let me see?"
You hesitantly nod and turn. He examines your back. "Oh that'll leave a nasty bruise.." he mutters.
"...great.. gotta deal with that as well as finish my shift.." you mumble.
"You're going back to work after that?" He asks.
"I kinda have to.. need the money.." you say, fixing your shirt. You notice the way that one younger guy in the corner is looking at you.
"Owen." The dark haired guy says, looking at the young man.
"Yeah yeah I'm going," he says, walking off.
"Alright.. uh.. see you?.." you say.
"Be careful. Name's Jack, by the way. Jack Harkness," he says, putting his hand out.
You hesitantly shake it. "Y/n.." you say.
"Very nice to meet you, though, I wish it was through better circumstances.." he says with that smirk.
"Yeah," you say, walking out.
He sighs and goes to where the others are and slams his hand on the table, getting everyones attention. "Apparently I need to make a new rule since its not common sense anymore. Make sure at least someone stays with the victim if they can. How is that not common sense by now?" Jack snaps.
"Well- we were worried about getting the monster-" Owen says.
"Alien. And yeah. Lets go figure out what this thing is.." he says as they walk off to the cells.
A few days go by.
You're working and Owen walks into the restaurant and gets seated at one of your tables.
You get over to him after a few other tables. "Hello sir what can I get you?" You ask, not paying attention to who it is.
"You can start with your name," he says with a smile. You look at him. "Y/n. But, what can I get you to drink?"
"Hm.. just a beer, please," he says.
"Alright, I'll be right back with that," you say, walking off. Owen kinda stares at your butt.
You grab the beer and put it on the table. "Are you ready to order or do you need more-" you notice him staring and get a little uncomfortable.
"Yeah. I'd like the burger. Well done." He says, smiling. You nod. "Alright, that'll be out soon as its done," you say, walking off.
"Hey so, what are you doing after work?" He asks as you're cleaning the table next to him. "Uh, I don't know, why.." you say.
"Cause I was just wondering if you wanted to, get out o' here.." he says, smiling.
"Uh.. no thanks.." you mutter.
"Why not? You're cute, I'm cute," he says.
"Cause I said no." You say.
"Hard to get.." he mumbles, still staring at your butt as you clean the table.
"I'm asexual.." you mumble under your breath as you wipe the table.
"You're huh?" Owen asks.
"Asexual. It means I.. don't do that stuff.." you say.
"Thats.. a real thing?" Owen asks, raising an eyebrow.
You sigh as you stand back up and grab the dishes off the table. "Yes.."
"You sure you just haven't met the right-"
"No. I've heard that one before, and no." You say.
"Geeze alright.. stuck up.." he mutters the last part under his breath.
You walk off to put the dishes away and do other things.
You were getting off work and what you didn't know was Owen was wearing that perfume stuff.
He bumps into you on purpose. You sneeze.. it doesn't really work on you..
"Sorry-" you say. "Oh, you again.."
Owen is confused as to why it didn't work so he tries more.
"..ugh that stuff smells." You mutter.
"...it-" Owen starts. Suddenly his shirt collar is pulled back by a familiar hand.
"Nothing leaves the base without my permission, what part of that is so hard to understand for all of you," Jack snaps, putting his hand out.
Owen sighs and hands him the perfume. "It didn't even work on her anyways.." Owen mutters.
Jack looks at the bottle and realizes what it is. He notices you, recognizing you as the victim from before. He grabs Owen and pushes him against the wall.
Owen swallows. He knows when Jack does this he means business.
"You better be glad I'm not gonna bloody kill you." Jack says, holding him against the wall.
"It- I just-"
"Shut up, Owen. I need to explain something to you, apparently. Something that should be common sense.." Jack says, obviously pissed.
You try to figure out if you should walk off but you're too curious.
"I'm sorry for him, really, he's a bloody idiot.." he says to you before looking back at Owen.
"It's fine.. its not the first time I've been told Asexuality isn't real.." you mumble under your breath. That part actually made him pissed more..
"He.. did what?"
"Its fine, sir-"
"No the bloody hell its not." He turns back to Owen. "You dont ever tell ANYONE that their sexuality isn't real, Owen. Or I will punch the fucking lights out of you. AND, you understand one thing. If a person, alien or any living being for that matter, says no, you. Take. The. Fucking. No. Or I'll do way worse than just a punch. Got it?" Jack snaps, basically straggling Owen against the wall.
Owen nods. Staring in fear. "Yes. Yes, sir"
Jack lets him go and pushes him away. "Go home. Now."
Owen scrambles away. Jack sighs and rubs his forehead.
"Thank you.." you say.
"Oh, yeah, of course. I'm sorry for him.." Jack says.
"I'm gonna get home.. I'll.. see you around I guess.." you mutter, walking off, smiling.