Summary: You cross paths with your high school sweetheart, stirring up old feelings for the both of you.  Pairing: John Krasinski x Reader, John Krasinski x OFC Amy Word Count: 1255 Warnings: Hmm, none?  Request: So, bear with me, I’ve never done this before! I was thinking of a fan fiction of John Krasinski x reader about John and you being high school sweethearts but meeting back up in Boston on a whim and reigniting the flame between the two of you but he is in a committed relationship? - @katec22878​ Forgive me for taking so long to get to this request! I hope you enjoy what I’ve written!  A/N: Do we need a part two for this, or leave it as is? I can’t decide. 

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Shit. What am I even doing here?

When you had received the invitation to your ex-fiance’s father’s birthday party, you assumed it was a mistake. You gathered up your courage and made the awkward phone call to his mother, to let her know her assistant had left you on the usual guest list. 

“Not a mistake at all, dear. We would love to see you. Josh might have been stupid enough to break up with you but the rest of us are not.”

That broke the ice, a little. You told her you would be there, picked out an outfit that was modest but would make your ex (hopefully) drool at the very sight of you, and drove over on the given day. Your hopes of showing Josh how well you were doing without him were dashed when you saw the model-beautiful woman on his arm -- and the huge diamond that had once graced your left ring finger now on hers.

So, you avoided them as best you could, mingling with the other guests and catching up with the rest of his family. Eventually, though, running into him and his new fiancee couldn’t be stopped; they were making their way towards you and you had nowhere to run or hide without making even more of a fool of yourself. 

“Y/N, it’s been a while,” Josh grinned, an arm tight around her waist. “How’ve you been? What’s new? This is Erica, my new fiancee.”

New fiancee. The words dripped with every desire to know you were jealous, hurt -- anything to know he had gotten the better of you. You opened your mouth to lie, but before you could, someone put an arm around your shoulders and pulled you to his side, kissing your temple. 

“Hey, I’m so sorry -- bartender was a talker,” the man said, handing you a beer. “What did I miss?”

“Uh, sweetie, this is Josh and his fiancee, Erica.”

The man smiled and extended his hand. “Dr. Jack Ryan. Nice to meet both of you.”

Jack handled everything. He was constantly holding your hand, keeping an arm around you -- laying claim to you in one way or another. He came up with a perfectly feasible story for how the two of you met, on the spot. The lie was easy and effortless. When Josh and Erica finally walked away, you and Jack turned to each other. 

“Thanks for that,” you smiled. “I almost want to ask if you’ve done that before.”

Jack smirked. “Well, I was watching you since you walked in, to be honest. I may or may not have asked around about you, and then I saw the look on your face when he was walking toward you.”

You nodded. “Ah. I don’t know if I should be more creeped out and worried, or grateful and flattered.”

“You already said thank you, so,” Jack shrugged, teasing you. 

With a chuckled you nodded. “Grateful and flattered it is. So, Dr. Ryan. What do I owe you for saving me?”

He pressed his lips together, considering every centimeter of your face, it seemed, before he answered. 

“How about we get the hell out of here and you let me take you dinner?”

Biting your lip, you feigned thinking it over. In truth, you’d been hoping he would ask you out from the moment he had first kissed your temple. So, you nodded and leaned into him. 

“Get me outta here, Jack,” you smiled. 

Part Twenty-Five (Finale)

Before You Read, Read This. To Get Caught Up, Read This.

The first person she was reunited with back at the American embassy was her brother. Seeing Chris safe and healthy meant everything in the world to Y/N; that was why she had done what she did in the first place. After he told her how stupid she was for trading her life for his, he told her how happy he was that she was alive and safe — and threatened to force her to get a tattoo with her name, phone number, and address on her ass. 

“Shut up,” she chuckled through happy tears. 

Chris shoved her playfully. Their reunion was cut short by Greer coming for Y/N. “I wouldn’t have interrupted, but Y/N’s got to be de-briefed as soon as possible. Helps the memories — now that she has them.”

The siblings nodded; Chris promised to be there when she returned. Y/N followed Greer into an empty conference room. She sat, and he told her to wait. Y/N nodded, taking a deep breath. She was so afraid that they wouldn’t believe her — that she had done all of this with the best of intentions, that she hadn’t remembered any of it until she was back in Eritrea. 

When Jack came in to sit across from her, her chin quivered. She was so relieved to see him, but even more afraid now that he wouldn’t believe her. 

“We know who you are, Y/N” he started. 

Y/N nodded. “I know.”

Jack licked his lips. “Tell me the truth. Did you ever remember? When we were — when you were at the safe house. What else did you remember?”

“Nothing, I swear. I didn’t remember until I was over a week back here. I still am missing some bits and pieces.”

“Well,” Jack started, standing from his chair, “maybe we get you back home and help you fill in the gaps. Then we can go from there.”

Y/N leapt of her chair so quickly, it fell backwards to the floor. She launched herself at Jack, and he quickly embraced her. He kissed her temple, then kissed her lips. He promised her that she was safe now — and also warned that he wasn’t going to let her out of his sight for some time to come. 

“I’m okay with that,” she chuckled, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. “I’m entirely okay with that.”

Jack set her feet back on the ground. “All right. C’mon, Y/N. We’ve got a plane to catch.”

“McLean,” she smiled, taking in a deep breath. “Call me McLean.”

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Summer break had, sadly, come to an end. Gone were the days of laying by the pool or roadtripping down to Florida with your best friends for a weekend getaway -- not that you had much to get away from. After college graduation, it was two-and-a-half glorious months of nothing before starting a marketing internship for a local branch of a corporate paper company. 

“C’mon, just one more weekend in Florida,” you friend Anna, who had managed an accounting internship, begged. “We had so much fun! That guy you kissed, Y/N. We could maybe find him again!”

You rolled your eyes. “First of all, no, we are not doing another weekend in Florida now that we have jobs, and second of all, we won’t find him again. He wasn’t from Florida.”

“Let’s go wherever he was, then. He was so cute!” 

Pushing the button in the elevator cart to take you up to the Dunder Mifflin office, you laughed at Anna’s pleading. You weren’t happy to see summer go, but she really wasn’t getting over it any time soon. You didn’t mind, though, thinking of the guy you had met and kissed that last weekend in Florida. He was older than you, neither of you shared details, but it had still been an amazing weekend with him. 

The elevator cart opened; you and Anna walked toward the office door. She took a deep breath, attempting to look more professional and composed, and mostly succeeding. As the two of you hung up your coats, Anna had one more question. 

“What was his name again?”

Laughing, you turned away from the coat rack. Before you could answer her, your eyes went wide at the tall man sitting at one of the sales desks. He looked just as surprised to see you as you were to see him. 

A peaceful Sunday morning found you enjoying brunch on the patio of one of your favorite local places. You sipped your mimosa, picked at your french toast, and chuckled at the day’s comics in the newspaper. 

You were flipping through for the sports section when his voice caught your eye. A handsome man with brown hair and eyes that were green or blue -- you couldn’t tell from where you were sitting -- was being seated by the hostess a couple of tables over. His gaze met yours and he smiled, causing you to blush and go back to your newspaper. Though, you did peek at him several times over the baseball scores. Every time, he was looking at you, too. 

The waiter brought your check eventually, and you knew it was time to go. You weren’t going to have the nerve to approach the man before you left, so you gave him one more smile as you tucked a couple of bills under the ticket and sat back again with the newspaper. The restaurant staff didn’t mind you hanging around after you paid, so you usually took your time 

“Waiting for change?”

You looked up and there he was, one hand in the pocket of his pants, the other one holding a folded napkin. Green. His eyes were definitely green. 

“Uh, no, I just like to take my time. I come here every Sunday, so they’re used to me hanging out.”

He licked his lips and held out to you the hand that had the napkin in it. You shook his hand, and the napkin stayed with you. 

“I’m Jack Ryan. When I leave here, I’m going to walk around the corner and wait at the mom and pop shop on the right -- if you read that napkin and decide you want to meet me, I’ll see you there.” He started to leave, but turned back to you. “I hope I see you, Y/N.”

It didn’t even occur to you that he had said your name without you giving the information. As Jack walked away, you unfolded the napkin, smiling in anticipation of what the message could say. 

“Get out now. While you still can.”

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“I’m so glad that Dwight decided to keep Beach Day,” you mused, closing your eyes and enjoying the last bits of sun before it dipped below the horizon. 

Jim kissed your forehead and smiled. He’d never tell you, but he had done some convincing with Dwight in regards to Beach Day. You needed a day off, without the kids, but vacation wasn’t an option at the moment. This was the next best thing. 

“You look tired, love,” he commented. “Come lay down with me.”

You followed him to a nearby hammock. Jim settled in first, then helped you to lay down with him, your head on his chest. A day in the water and the heat had been pleasant but it had certainly tired you out. 

“Take a nap,” Jim encouraged, “I’ll wake you when we start loading the bus.”

Part One

Before You Read, Read This.

Being asked to run T-FAD was a dream come true for Jack Ryan — an honor he had truly felt humbled by when the offer was made. Now, though, post-Suleiman, the post seemed mundane. Life seemed mundane. 

How had he gone from flying to other countries and taking down terrorists, right back to running numbers and giving orders? Hell, he had even tried to get in on a few missions, but it was to no avail. Someone else was always a better fit. 

The pen in his hand drummed against the desk, the solitary distraction against the silence of the office that was swallowing him whole. Jack didn’t know when he had come to rely on the chaos to pull him through time until his time was up, but he was going stir crazy in the meantime. 

Teresa stuck her head in his office. “Few of us are going for lunch, boss. You wanna join?”

Jack knew he would disappoint her, but it was best not to put ideas where they didn’t belong. “Thanks, Teresa, but I’m gonna stay here. I’ve got some paperwork I’ve been putting off.”

She gave him a tight-lipped smile and a little wave, then ducked back out of the office. Setting the pen down on his desk, Jack rolled to the filing cabinet behind him and took out a file on a lead he had been intending to follow recently. Maybe this would get him out of the office. 

Only a few minutes into his reading, a nervous, fidgety intern stepped into his office. Jack looked up, waiting for the intern to speak. When the young man said nothing, Jack lifted his hands in the air. 

“What is it?”

The intern shook his head. “At the front of the agency, sir — Dr. Ryan — sir. There’s — Teresa said I should come and get you. That you needed to see this. Immediately, sir.”

Jack didn’t give the file a second thought. He pushed away from the desk and jogged down the hall to the stairs; he didn’t have time to wait for the elevator. 

Just outside the front door of the building, a crowd of people were surrounding a body on the ground. He pushed through the crowd to kneel down next to the body. 

“How long has she been here?” he asked. 

Teresa, who had been kneeling next to the woman, shook her head. “We don’t know. They’re pulling cameras already, but she was here when we all came out. Ambulance is on the way.”

Jack put two fingers on the side of her neck, just below her jaw. Her heartbeat was quick but weak. He ordered all of his people to go back into the office, to report to him what was on the surveillance videos as soon as possible. He wanted someone getting in touch with PD even faster, so they could run their reports and get T-FAD as much information as possible, as quickly as possible. 

The ambulance pulled up to the curb and ordered everyone out of the way. The paramedics assessed the situation, put the woman on a non-rebreather mask, then secured her C-spine. They lifted her onto a gurney; Jack climbed into the back of the ambulance with her. 

“Jack!” Teresa called. “You’re going with her?” 

He leaned out the ambulance door before the driving medic could shut the door. “They dropped her on our doorstep. She’s our responsibility now.”

Part Fourteen

Before You Read, Read This. To Get Caught Up, Read This.

Dinner was excellent. Vanessa made a delicious meal, the kids took to McLean right away, and Jimmy kept them all nearly in tears from laughter. Tonight was the most relaxed Jack had seen McLean since they had left the hospital. 

He and Jimmy talked shop while the women did the dishes. Jack was seated where he could see McLean at the sink, chatting with Vanessa. He hadn’t realized he was staring until Jimmy nudged him from his thoughts. 

“Who is she, Jack? Really?”

Jack finished off his beer, then set the bottle on the table. He licked his lips as he watched her for a few more seconds. “I don’t know, Jimmy. That’s what I’m trying to find out.”

Vanessa came out from the kitchen with another beer for Jimmy, and a cup of coffee for Jack. She smiled at Jimmy and kissed him before going back to the kitchen. Jimmy smiled after his wife before turning back to Jack. 

“You’re on dangerous ground, Ryan.”

“I know. It’s work, it’s not personal. I shouldn’t make it personal.”

Jimmy chuckled. “That’s not what I meant.”

Jack sipped at his coffee. He didn’t want to think too much about what his friend meant, or he might talk himself right out of this case. He was too far in now to bail. 

When the dishes were done and Jack had finished his coffee, he and McLean chatted with Jimmy and Vanessa for a few more minutes on the front porch before bidding them goodnight. Jack saw McLean to the passenger door of the car; she started to get in, but then stepped back out. 

“Thank you, for bringing me here tonight. You were right. I did need this.” She paused, hesitating, then pressed on. “About earlier, by the way. I hope I didn’t make things uncomfortable. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable either, I mean.”

Jack licked his lips and took one of her hands in one of his. “I’m not uncomfortable with that at all, actually. It may blur the lines but — you’re not alone in what you’re feeling.”

The streetlights illuminated her face, cheeks once again pink at Jack’s words. She stepped around the car door and tilted her head up. Jack cupped her cheek with his free hand and gently pressed his lips to hers.