Laying next to Christie - Christa? - Kirsten, Johnny wondered how he may try to win you over.

You hated him. Women had hated him before and still wound up in his cot but with you it ran deep. Like he'd scorned you in a life before. He wracked his brain for a memory but he couldn't pull anything significant.

He pulled a sour face at the cieling, his fingers clasped behind his head going numb. He was glad he'd asked - or better yet, annoyed - Mace into asking permission to attempt to woo you. Bro Code 101. However, he'd always thought Mace had a small crush on you, but he must have been wrong from the way Mace had been snapping at you.

Johnny sighs and Kirsten stirs slightly. He frowns. Now, given that he could really focus his attention on you, he should start by stopping any and all sexcapades. He glances at Kirsten. Starting tomorrow, he tells himself. Then I focus on Starshine.

Johnny was up and showered before Whats-her-face - courtesy of a habit he picked up living in close quarters with Mace. He'd fallen asleep with little to know plan of how he'd win you over and that caused him no end of annoyance. He was attractive, charismatic and smart - that should have been enough to impress you just a little. But then he wondered if the challenge made you more enticing.

Johnny didn't know if his crush on you started before or after hearing you speak. He remembered how you'd looked in the library, the day you first met, staring up at a wall of books. He'd approached you then; Introduced himself expecting you to fan over him like every other woman had. Instead, you glanced at him, scrunched your face and very precisely said, "who?"

You weren't even pretending to not know who he was. You genuinely had no idea. And, in a matter of seconds, he was left fawning over you instead. He tried and tried to grab your attention over the years; flirting, teasing declarations, and compliments. Yet they all seemed to fall an deaf ears, as if you had filed him under Class Clown and Womaniser, and closing yourself off to any advances.

Somehow, you liked Mace of all people though.

Johnny snuck out of his room, abandoning Kirsty or whatever, frustration brewing as he headed to the atrium. Mace never so much as glanced in your direction, or complimented you, and yet you were goo-goo eyed over him. Johnny liked Mace as much as he could - he hardly knew anything about him - however, Mace often made himself difficult to like with his hot temper and anti-social behaviours. Johnny huffed taking a tray and grabbing a bowl of cereal and a coffee before sitting down at a lone table to think.

Before dawn the ship was always eerily quiet. Cornflakes crackle under Johnny's teeth as he thinks. He needed to find you, speak to you, tell you you'd plagued his mind and dreams since the moment you'd met... and somehow not get shut down in the process. God, this was hard. Johnny Storm, so close yet so far from the girl of his dreams. How could he prove he was committed when you wouldn't believe a word out of his mouth?

The sound of the atrium door opens and light footsteps echo around the metal walls. He doesn't look up, frowning into his cornflakes. He was too focused on planning his speech - a romantic moment under the observation deck - when someone sits down at his table.

He glances up and almost drops his spoon.

You're sat opposite him, nursing a cup of coffee, looking sheepish. You stroke the cup like it's a small animal, before moving to a lock of your hair - something you did when you were nervous, Johnny recalls. He fights the urge to smile. This was perfect, just his luck.

"I'm sorry about yesterday." You murmur softly. "I didn't mean to annoy you."

"It's alright." Johnny interupts quickly. "Forget about it."

"I just-"

He cuts you off again. "I'm over it."

You look a little relieved, but you're still stroking your hair. Then you avert your eyes and bite your lip. Johnny's heart beats like a war drum; this couldn't be happening. You'd spoken more than three words to him and wanted to apologise. Had you had an epiphany? Had you realised that Mace wasn't worth your attention? Did you finally, finally, decide to give Johnny Storm a chance to prove himself?

"I just, I wanted to..." you swallow and fix your eyes on his, speaking directly to his soul. "I've got the biggest crush on you and I wanted to, you know just..." you shrug, losing momentum. "Get it out there, I guess."

Johnny blinks at you, head swelling with so much pride he fears he may topple over. So you did realise his potential!

"Cool." Johnny says, then kicks himself. "Erm, I mean, same. For, like, the longest time I just..." overwhelming happiness has him flapping his hands to try and calmed down. "-thought you didn't like me."

You laugh, surprised. "Really? I thought it was obvious?"

Johnny reels. All this time - all this time - you really did like him back? Why pretend not to?

"Why now?" Johnny blurts, too curious to stop himself. "Why are you telling me this now after all this time?"

"Um, well, better late than never?" You chuckle awkwardly, and then sigh gently, your face reminiscent and serene. "Honestly? I was too nervous. And I just got sick of feeling so - helpless. I wanted to tell you so that if you didn't feel the same way, I could move on."

Johnny grins, big and bright. "You looked so cute when you were nervous," Johnny admits. "Although, I'm disappointed you told me at the beginning of my shift."

"How come?" Your wide eyes meet his and he smiles even wider.

"Because now I'm going to be thinking about an idea for a date all day instead of doing work."

Surprisingly, you laugh at that and Johnny feels lighter than zero-gravity. This was the best day ever. He couldn't believe it - he had you. You were his. And he didn't even have to do anything emotionally taxing! He thought about what the inciting incident could have been. Was it the promise of good coffee yesterday? Or did his compliments finally hit home?

"Well, you know where to find me when you think of something." You tell him with a small smile, a teasing lilt to your voice. God, that would never, ever get old. "I like the new look by the way."

Johnny can feel himself melting into a love-sick puddle as you get up to leave, taking your mug with you cradled in your arms. He doesn't think he looks any different, but he takes the compliment anyway. His eyes don't leave you as you start to walk away with a new found, confident (and incredibly sexy) sway of you hips. You pause at the door, turning to look back at him with a smirk this time and you shatter his joy with one final sentence and a wave goodbye.

"See you later then, Mace."

End

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The ship's gym was a quiet hum during the evening hours. Not many people were around which was just how you liked it when you wanted to let off steam. You jogged, then walked, then jogged some more watching the never ending vacuum of space through one of the giant windows.

What the hell had happened with Mace?

You recount every interaction you had had with him. Were you really that annoying? Probably. According to your roommate's friend of a friend, he'd done away with the long hair and the beard after his shift too. The rumour was he had most likely done it for a girl - though no one could guess who. You feet slam onto the treadmill angrily, envy dripping into your veins like venom. You needed to say your piece to him - to get it out of your system at the very least.

And then Johnny had to walk in at the worst possible moment.

You grit your teeth andjump onto the sides of the treadmill, turning it off with a big sigh. You begin the tedious process of wiping the equipment down after a few giant gulps of water, when someone clears their throat behind you. You turn and see Johnny. Again.

The day kept getting worse and worse.

You frown at him. "What do you want?"

He looks a little taken aback - of course he does; Mr Perfect is always treated so well by all the girls. You've had just about enough of Johnny for one day, and what's worse is that you are now drenched in sweat, red faced and probably stink. Great. An excellent ending to a horrible day off.

"I just thought I should apologise for earlier." He says, but your guard remains up and you begin gathering your comms tablet and your water bottle.

"Right."

"Look - it was wrong of me and I'm sorry." He says, oddly sincere. Now it was your turn to look taken aback.

"Uh, thanks." You turn your attention away from him, ready to walk away but he stops you by speaking again.

"Look, um," He runs his hand over the back of his head. "I know I've not bee great but could we maybe, you know, start over?"

"Start over?" You raise an eyebrow at him and it seems to give him confidence to continue.

"Yeah, I mean - I want to get to know you better." He says, cheeks growing pinker by the second. "And I feel like I've been a dick to you."

"You feel like you have?" You snap, temper rising. "You want doesn't mean you get - though, I suppose that's an entirely new concept for you, huh?"

Gripping your belongings you storm past him, leaving Johnny open mouthed, staring after you. Tears beginning to brim from mounting frustration and embarrassment. Why couldn't you catch a damn break today?

The shower helped. A little.

Not much, though.

The steam had helped to clear your sinuses after you finished crying, but you didn't feel any better. You had only decided what to do about Mace, and your stomach was in knots.

With Johnny, things were more complicated. He was such an asshole. He was probably only apologising and pretending to be sincere to try and get in your pants. It wouldn't be the first time. You remembered the first time you met Johnny well. The embarrassment. The utter humiliation.

You dry yourself off roughly, stomping into your pyjamas before burying yourself under the covers of your cot, breathing into your pillow. Tomorrow, on your way to your shift in the early hours, you would stop by atrium three the atrium closest to the engineer's quarters; the one Mace frequented before his own shift. You would march in, tell him how you felt and march out. Regardless of the outcome, you'd be able to throw yourself into your work.

A new start, to a new day, no matter what.

Yeah. That was a good plan.

Nightmares plagued your sleep. You twisted and turned to escape them, but you couldn't.

You were sixteen again - shy and naïeve - walking the never-ending halls of your second high-school.

Your mom had insisted you go with her to the city. Your dad agreed. You had no say - hopeless, hopeless, hopeless. You'd had to move away from friends, family, the only life you'd known... only for your mom to shack up with her new boyfriend in her new apartment and try to make you into someone you weren't.

For the most part you were left alone - no friends, no boyfriend. Until...

You're at your locker, struggling to remember your combination when you see Mace walking by. He didn't go to your highschool, your brain tells you as you call out to him. However, Mace scowls at you and continues walking.

"Need a hand?"

You look over, and there's Johnny, leaning against the row of lockers.

"They can be a real pain."

You remember what happens next yet you cannot help but fall into the trap of re-living your nightmare.

"No. It's okay." You voice is distant and meek, like you're watching through a window.

Tell him to go to hell! You try to scream at your younger self.

"Nah, it's my pleasure." He says, opening the locker with ease. Curse dream physics.

You have that sinking sensation - the need to escape the clutches of the event you knew was coming.

"Thank you." Younger you says, smiling up at him. You hated how he always looked good, even in your dreams.

"You got any plans for home coming?"

"No!"

You wake with a start, staring at the white ceiling, panting heavily. You look over to your roommate, whose still asleep, and take a few shallow breaths to calm yourself. You'd not had that nightmare in a while. It must be the effect of Johnny being so seemingly apologetic.

You turn over to face the wall and sigh. He doesn't remember, of course he doesn't. But you do.

And you could never forgive him.

End

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"So, um…"

Mace doesn't look up from his task. He doesn't want to see you stroke your hair for comfort, or how bright your cheeks glow when you attempt to speak to him or that sweet, doe-eyed look you have when you look at him; the one you think he doesn't see. The one he thinks about before he goes to sleep. Nope; it's easier for him if he doesn't look.

"Can you do me a favour?" He interrupts, clanking a spanner off a random pipe in the hopes of sounding busy.

"Uh, yeah, sure." You sound taken aback.

He imagines how startled you must look and something inside his chest twists. Yet, he continues. "Could you leave? I'm trying to focus."

The breath you take sucks the air out if the room. Mace's stomach churns, but he squashes the guilt he feels. He'd promised himself he wouldn't get involved with anyone on the ship; to start something that was doomed to fail and get messy in close quarters. Still, it didn't make pushing you away any less difficult.

"Sure." You say quietly. "Sorry. Enjoy your day, Mace."

The room to the door whooshes open as Mace fiddles with a random bolt, shoulders tense. He bites back the urge to tell you he was sorry, to tell you the reason why he wouldn't give you the time of day. Maybe you'd understand. Maybe you wouldn't. Maybe you'd convince him to give you a chance. And the result would be as just as he feared it would be anyway.

He expects to hear the whoosh of the door closing but instead, what he hears is worse.

"Hey, you. You look especially gorgeous today."

Johnny fucking Storm.

Annoying roommate, frivolous ladies man and an excellent engineer. Mace's teeth grind together. He doesn’t want to be jealous - yet he is. It's stupid. You're a grown woman.

But you were his first.

Even if he acted like he didn't want you.

"Hrm," you respond. Mace imagines your face scrunching up in disgust, like it usually does when Johnny appears. For a brief moment, he's glad Johnny's charms have never worked on you. However, he thinks to himself, that might change if I keep pushing her away.

He tries to not make himself upset by that prospect, but he only half succeeds. He throws his wrench down in frustration and it clatters on the metal flooring.

"Ohoho," Johnny chuckles. "Someone's extra grumpy today. Whadidya do Starshine?"

"I- nothing," You growl at Johnny. "I was just leaving."

"Aw come on, I just got here." Johnny whines, grinning playfully at you. You're frowning at the floor.

Mace feels a tug in his chest. You detest Johnny, for some reason, and Mace feels nothing but elation for that fact. The way you ignore his teasing. The way you don't give him the time of day. He wishes you could feel that way about him. It would make everything so much easier. Mace huffs and clambers from out of the floor before wiping his hands in a microfiber rag that gets tucked back into his back pocket once he's finished.

"You're late." Mace tells Johnny.

"Sorry buddy." Johnny says unapologetically before turning his sights back onto you as you make a break for it. "Hey, Starshine. You sure you don't wanna stay a bit longer? I'll make you a coffee - promise it'll be the best coffee you ever had."

"No." Comes your curt reply, as you leave. "Thank you."

The door whooshes shut and the echo of your rushed footsteps disappear into the depths of the ship. Johnny sighs with a shit-eating grin.

"One day." He says wistfully.

"One day what?" Mace frowns. Johnny wiggles his eyebrows.

"One day, she'll realise what she's been missing out on and I'll welcome her with open arms." He stretches lazily, eyes closed, missing the way Mace's fist clenches at the assumption and tries to find something near his feet to kick.

"Whatever." Mace tells him flatly, moving further away from Johnny to the tool bag off to his right.

"Ooft. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the cot today." Johnny says, moving towards the automatic coffee machine. He punches in his order and waits for the hot brew to grace his paper cup. "When was the last time you got laid?"

"None of your business." Mace pretends to angrily count his tools, despite them all still being in place.

"So, like, not in the last ten months." Johnny says sarcastically. "Why not with Starshine? She likes you more than me, clearly." Then he wiggles his eyebrows again. "And I bet she puts the hor in horticulture."

It's not Mace's fault, at least that's what he tells himself as the wrench flies out of his hand towards Johnny. Unfortunately, Johnny dodges it by centimetres and only laughs.

"Aw come on, that was clever!" He takes a sip of coffee, eyes sparkling with success. He knew exactly what buttons to press. "And I knew you liked her too."

"I-" Mace stops himself and takes a deep, calming breath. "It wouldn't work."

Johnny raises an eyebrow. "Oh? How so?"

"It just wouldn't." Mace huffs, grabbing his fallen wrench and tucking it into place in his tool bag.

"So, you don't mind if I-?"

"Knock yourself out." Mace says, regret disguised as anger bubbling a pit into his stomach, and Johnny looks triumphant. "But don't insult her like that in front of me again."

At the end of his shift, Mace lies in his bunk, looking at the cieling. It's sterile like the rest of his room. Clean. Barely any trinkets or posters, as blank as the day he moved in.

On Johnny's side of the room, it's a mess. Posters, memorabilia, and a thong from last night's conquest peeking from under the comforter. Mace tries not to huff in annoyance - but the thought of you sleeping right across from him, your underwear in Johnny's bed, has his stomach churning.

He shouldn't have told Johnny you were fair game. He should have gone against his own stupid, idiotic vow, and made a move. Told Johnny that he and you were a thing.

Not that he'd scuppered that from ever happening.

Mace groans into his hands. Relationships were so complicated - especially when you worked together. Not that he saw you often. God, why did he make it so complicated? You weren't trying to get him to marry you. Maybe a date, or two, and he'd see you weren't compatible. But then the worry of if you were compatible ate at him. He earned enough doing what he did, he knew you loved your job, so what then? If you both wanted kids then who would stay earth-bound?

He can't help it. He huffs and then gets to his feet and plods to the bathroom. Bad idea, he tells himself. Too many things can go wrong.

His eyes flick up to the bathroom mirror and his reflection looks back. He looks tired, his hair is too long and his beard is unkempt. He needs a shave - and sighs to himself as he finds his razor.

His commanding officer would have run through him for looking the way he did and he smiles to himself as the razor touches his jaw. One act of rebellion shouldn't mean that he doesn't look after himself. Although, the thought of giving his father a heart attack if he could see him now - long hair, a beard, in space - made his smile grow wider.

When he's finished, he looks at his reflection again. He wonders if you would like him clean shaven and looks at the razor in his hand. Maybe you wouldn't.

That would be for the best.

He flicks the razor on again and brings it to his scalp. With one quick breath of no return, he pushes against the hair. It comes out in clumps and, whilst it's not perfect, it looks better than it had done. Mace can't shake the feeling that he looks familiar; a reflection of his past self, maybe. Before space travel, maybe just after he committed to leaving the military to go to study at university.

After picking up the pieces of his hair and disposing of them, Mace strips and jumps in the shower, washing away any hidden loose hairs. He runs his hands through his newly cut hair, his fingers trailing along his skull and then he thinks of your hair. He wonders how soft it must be for you to touch it everytime you got nervous - it smelled like coconut most of the time and had such a silky sheen to it, that he had no doubt that it was soft. Your skin seemed soft too, and he regrets that thought immediately as his cock twitches to life between his legs.

No. He wills himself to push all thought of you out of his head. Don't think of her. Not again. Anyone but her.

He steps out of the shower, intent on distracting himself somehow, when his room door opens and Johnny steps inside. There's a sickening moment when the woman behind him looks like you, until his eyes adjust, and he realises it's the woman from the night before.

"Hey," Johnny says and points to Mace's hair - or lack thereof. "Lookin' good. Lovin' the new look." He brushes his own buzzed hair with a grin that makes Mace's blood boil. "Finally come around to the idea?"

The woman behind Johnny murmurs comically loud saying she thought Mace was supposed to be out.

"Just leaving." Mace grumbles, picking out some clean boxers, jeans and a tee from his drawers. He jumps back into the bathroom to change, angry at himself for letting the sounds of their giggles affect him.

He'd thought it was you. He'd been jealous. He was still jealous - his mind tricking him into thinking it could be you out there in his bed, one day. Possibly soon.

Once he's free of his room, he goes to let off some steam at the gym on level five. Clear his head. Maybe then he could make a decision on whether or not it was worth jeopardising everything he had sacrificed to get here for you.

End

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Especially when you spied one of your favorite patrons among the kids. 

Even from your distance at the prizes, you could see the proud grin that hadn't left his face since the Petunias and all their rivals from this year's season stepped into the arcade. He'd stuck pretty close to one little girl's side. From what he's told you about her, you recognized her almost immediately as his niece. She proved to be just as sweet and goofy as her uncle when they'd come up to greet you before she dashed off with her friends and teammates. 

"She's a good kid," you murmured, doing your best not to eye the man standing in front of you.

Jake's smile was fond as he nodded. "Yeah." 

You two didn't get much chance to talk after that. 

His niece had called him away and kept him at her side for most of that afternoon. 

It gave you the perfect opportunity to watch him though.

Even when the time had come for the kids to relinquish their tickets for prizes, you and Jake barely got more than a few polite words shared between you.

Then, he was gone, playing chaperone to his niece. 

You missed him as soon as he was gone, too. 

Next time, you were determined to get him alone and boldly ask the question that's been itching to be spoken for a few weeks then. 

And that next time happened on a rather busy Saturday about two weeks later. 

Jake grinned when he spied you refilling some of the token stations. 

It took you another moment to spot him, returning his grin with one of your own. 

"I swear, it's never like this," you said as he approached. "At least not since I was a kid." 

"It's nice, right? To see it busy again?" he asked, his cheeks going pink even as his eyes moved to a spot over your shoulder. 

Tilting your head, you regarded him for a long moment. Long enough, it seemed, to have him really fidgeting in front of you more so than you've ever seen from him before. It certainly had you asking, "Did you do this somehow?"

The pink grew deeper and spread further at that. 

Your grin widened even as your heart squeezed. This man was proving full of surprises, and you couldn't help responding in kind. 

Mindful of the kiddos playing nearby, you leaned closer to Jake and pressed a quick kiss to his warm cheek. "Thank you for whatever you did, Jake." 

He stared at your with wide eyes behind his glasses and his mouth slightly agape. It was like he hadn't thought to be thanked at all, much less with a peck on his cheek. His stilted words further proved it as he admitted softly, "I know how much this place means to you." 

Butterflies fluttered in your middle at that. 

This man might well be one of the sweetest guys you've met, and you weren't about to let him get away. 

Now or never, right?

"We close in a few hours. Would you maybe be interested in grabbing some dinner after I close up? It's my treat."

Jake's mouth fell open once more, but he seemed to recover a bit quicker this time. "You don't have to do that. I'm happy to help. This place was-is my favorite refuge. I want to help you keep it as long as you can. You're my friend, right? Friends help each other. I was helping a friend."

"A friend, huh?" you asked, considering him again and enjoying as he fidgeted beneath your gaze once more. "You sure you're not wanting something besides a friend? With me?"

Jake's eyes got impossibly wider as he sputtered, "I didn't want to make assumptions." 

You leaned in again, keeping your voice low as a few kids ran past the two of you. Your smile was both gentle and a little smug as you murmured sweetly, "It's okay to make some assumptions, cutie, especially where I'm concerned."

Leaning back again, your smile turned sweeter and less smug as you said, "My offer for dinner still stands. If you're interested."

"Yeah," he nodded his head so hard that you feared it would ache, "I'm interested. So interested."

Jake helped you carry the empty token bucket back to your office and even kept you company over the remaining few hours the arcade was open. He even stuck around to help you clean up and prepare the place for the next day. It was like something had unlocked within him when he realized you were interested, and he wasn't going to miss out on spending more time with you. 

Only when you were locking up and turning towards him to ask about dinner that he leaned in and pressed the most perfect but chaste kiss to your lips. 

You smiled at him when he pulled away, his cheeks once more tinged pink, admitting, "I've been wanting to do that for so long." 

"Well, feel free to do it again, cutie," you murmured, tugging him back to claim a kiss of your own, "as much as you want." 

And as it turned out, he would. 

Almost as often as you would do the same. 

No matter what your future held, you knew after that night that you would always have Jake at your side. You couldn't imagine better than that.