#mcxjake

You stare blankly at the T.V. Phil glances your way a few times as he wipes down the bar. You’re numb. After all that you’ve been through, Jake’s disappeared again, and you haven’t heard anything from him. Phil slides you a shot of your favorite liquor. You absentmindedly toss it back, igniting your throat, burning your chest. You don’t flinch. You’ll take the distraction, the pain, over the pounding in your chest.

Heat rings in your ears as you swallow the last few drops in the glass, sliding it back towards Phil. It’s been a full year since the incident with Michael Hanson. What better way to celebrate the absence of your soulmate than to drown your sorrows in The Aurora?

“Another.” You say flatly.

“I think you’ve had enough.” He throws the bar towel over his shoulder. “Where are you staying tonight?”

You raise an eyebrow keeping your eyes on the T.V. “Dunno.”

He reaches beneath the bar and grabs a second glass. “We’re closing soon.”

He fills both glasses, sliding one your way. You clink them together, still avoiding his gaze, and toss it back straight. You focus on the thick liquid as it rips through your insides, settling in your empty stomach.

“I know.” You say as you slide the glass back his way, “Another.”

He sighs but pours you both another shot. You clink your glasses together, and down them in unison.

“I’m worried about you.” He wipes his lips with the back of his hand.

“What’s there to worry about?” You move to slide the glass back towards him, but he stops you, placing a hand over yours.

“He’s been gone a year. You’ve been in my bar, sitting here staring at nothing, every night since.” He retorts.

“That’s not true. I went home. Once. Besides, there’s nowhere else to drink.” You sigh loudly, spinning your stool away from him, “You don’t have a thing to worry about, see?” You get to your feet and walk a straight line, nearly toppling over an empty table. “Oopsie.” You giggle as you steady yourself, balancing on one foot. You dramatically touch your fingers to the tip of your nose.

Just as you threaten to crash into the table a second time, Phil rounds the bar. He wraps his arms around you, helping you into the nearest chair.

“You’re not okay.” He crouches down, hands on your shoulders. “Seriously, look at me.” He puts a gentle hand under your chin, “Please, stop doing this. Forget about him.”

You flinch, “Just forget about him?” Your eyes burn with the threat of tears. “And how the hell am I supposed to do that Phil?”

“For starters, stop drinking alone.”

“I’m not alone. I have you!” You smirk.

“I’m all for playing bartender when it’s someone I don’t care about, but watching you come apart is killing me.”

“Why? I’m not important. Obviously.” You roll your eyes, swaying uneasily.

“Do you not realize how many people care about you?”

You huff, “Yeah, okay.”

“They’re avoiding you because you’re pushing them away.”

“Everyone but you?” You smile awkwardly in his direction.

“Where are you staying?”

“I…” You hiccup, “I don’t know.” You’ve blown through your savings. You’ve lost your job after not returning to work as you should have. Your rent went unpaid. They’ve seized your apartment and your belongings. You’ve got nowhere to go.

He sighs as he glances around the empty bar. “You stay right here, got it?”

He gives you a friendly pat on the back as he passes. You slouch down in the chair, nearly sliding to the floor. Phil returns and pulls up a chair. Your knees are touching. You glance at them and giggle.

“What’s funny?”

“Your knees! They’re so much bigger than mine!” You chuckle.

“If you don’t have a place to stay, you can stay at my place.”

“I don’t have any money.”

“You think I don’t know that? You’ve been drinking for free.” He rolls his eyes. “I could find a way to pay you for something. You can help me here. You’d make fantastic tips.”

That subtle, iconic Phil wink brings a smile to your face momentarily.

“My savings is gone. They’ve seized my apartment. My belongings. I’m not even a good friend. I’m pathetic. I keep waiting around here, but for what? He’s gone…” You shudder, “Oh my god. He’s gone!” You shout and pull your hair into your fists.

“He’s an idiot.” Phil spits. “He’s the dumbest fucking person I’ve ever met.”

You hear a clicking noise from behind you just as Phil straightens himself.

“Who’s an idiot?” A familiar voice.

“How did you…” Phil pauses and laughs in a low voice, “Fucking hackers. You’ll break into just about anything, won’t you?”

Wait, hacker? You push up from your chair too quickly and stumble forward through the bar, knocking over tables before landing on your ass. You fall back onto the floor, laughing hysterically. You’re injured in several places, but the liquor numbs you to the pain. You struggle to breathe, the wind knocked out of you. The room spins, just as someone comes into view.

“Jake?” Your voice is weak and so is your consciousness. Before he can answer, the room fades away.

When you open your eyes, you’re in a familiar room. At first, you can’t put your finger on the location. Your head throbs and your stomach threatens to empty its contents. The last thing you remember is Jake’s voice, before passing out. You slap your palm against your forehead.

“Why am I like this?” You mumble to yourself embarrassed.

“Feeling alright?” Your ears are ringing, so you can’t be sure, but that’s Jake, right?

You drag your body up by the elbows and glance around. Now you know where you are. It’s the hotel room in Colville, but why and how, are you here? The room spins as you adjust to the dimness in the room. You might throw up if you don’t get something to drink, but you’re too afraid that any sudden movements might speed up the process.

“Water.” You say in a small voice and plop back down on the hotel pillow.

You hear him chuckle before leaving the room. When he returns, you feel the bed sink. He holds the paper coffee cup full of water out to you. You rub your eyes in shock. It’s him.

“You smell like a brewery.” He brushes a few strands of hair away from your face.

You flinch under his touch. Is this all just a pretense for an apology and more broken promises? Your stomach lurches as you set the cup down on the bedside table and make a run for the bathroom. Slamming the door behind you, you kneel in front of the toilet, retching. Nothing comes up. Bile and foam mostly. When was the last time you’d eaten?

He knocks on the door lightly before pushing it open.

“Don’t come in!” You shout, embarrassed, dry heaving.

“You need to eat something.” He says as he ignores your pleas and drops to the floor.

You cradle your pounding head in your hands, swaying slightly. You tip over, nearly crashing into the tub. You reach for something, anything, to stop your fall. You can’t pass out now. You’ve waited so long. Now that he’s here, maybe you can get some answers.

“What happened, Jake?” You refuse to look at him, but you feel his eyes on you.

He sighs, patting his lap, “Sit.” He commands and you slide across the floor. You settle in, facing away from him, pouting. “While you were in the water, Alan Bloomgate arrived, just before the emergency vehicles. He helped get me away. He tended to my wounds. I have your shirt, by the way. I kept it, as weird as that sounds now that I’m saying it.” You feel him kiss the top of your head, sending a wave of nostalgia through you.

“That was a year ago, Jake. What happened after that?”

Your stomach is settling somewhat. You turn to face him. You know you must smell and look like a dumpster fire, but you don’t care.

“He offered me a job in exchange for my freedom.” He strokes your back as he continues, “I’d work for the First 48 Missing Person’s Department. In exchange, they’d change my identity permanently, and get my pursuers off my back.”

You’re stunned into absolute silence. One year? That’s exactly how long he’s been gone. Does that mean his name has been cleared? Can he be with you openly now? You don’t want to get your hopes up, but your heart swells in your chest anyway.

“Did you take it, his offer?” You ask afraid of his reply.

“I did.” He says in a small voice, “I worked myself nearly to death. I figured the harder I worked, the more likely they were to let me go. There were some… conditions, however. One of those conditions was that I never hacked another device for purposes not warranted by my employer.”

Hacking is his life’s work. Would he truly be able to uphold that condition forever? Would he be comfortable living under those conditions? Is that something that he can do and still be happy?

“Are you done with helping them, then?” You ask as you search his eyes for answers that aren’t there.

His gaze remains unfocused, staring past you. “I’ve completed my original duties with the department, however…” He chews his lip nervously. “I have decided that I want to continue to hack for the department. I want to be able to put my skills to good use. The alternative would be patching holes in the defenses of the companies and organizations I despise.”

“I understand.” Your heart sinks in your chest.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” He tilts your chin, drowning you in his ocean blue eyes.

“Can you read minds now?” You smirk.

“I think I have always been able to read your heart.” He smiles softly at you before poking your chest, “I’d kiss you, but no offense, you stink.” He laughs lightly.

“I know, I’m sorry. I just need to ask you something before I shower.” You sigh, “What does this mean for us?”

“When I told the department I intended to stay, they offered to find a partner for me. When they asked if I had anyone in mind, I considered most of the people in the department. None of them felt right. That’s when I realized that I could only work alone or…” He licks his lips and averts his gaze. “With you.”

Your heart jumps into your throat. “Are you asking me to be your partner?”

“Well, yes and no. There’s due diligence and such, but I think that you’ve got what it takes.” He smiles at you warmly.

“Yeah, well, right now, I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck and all I had were a few drinks.”

“A few?” He shakes his head, “Phil said you were drinking him broke.”

“Fucking Phil.” You click your tongue, “When did you two become such good friends?”

You start to undress absentmindedly. He watches you in silence from the floor. You strip down to your undergarments and turn the shower on. You hold your hand under the cool water before running it over your face and through your hair.

“I asked you a question.” You glance over your shoulder as you wait for the water to warm up.

“I…”  You can hear him swallow hard.

“Cat got your tongue?” You jest as you reach behind to unclasp your bra.

“Something…. Uhem… Something like that.” He stammers as he gets to his feet. “Let me help you with that.”

You turn away from him completely, cupping your bra against your breasts as he fumbles with the clasps behind you. Your heart beats out of your chest, but you aren’t sure you’re ready to fall back into the same pattern with Jake. You sigh as the last of the clasps give and the straps fall over your shoulders. You flash a smile in thanks before disappearing behind the curtain.

“Do you mind if I just sit in here with you?” His voice is nervous.

“Sure.” You try to keep your voice even, nonchalant. Is it working? You have no idea.

“I just wanted to ask how you’ve been.”

“You haven’t been keeping tabs on me?” You chuckle lightly to yourself, unheard to him over the running water as you lather your hair with cheap hotel shampoo.

“Again, yes and no.” He pauses a moment, “I know you went back home but came back almost immediately. I wasn’t sure why.”

“Right, right.” You try to sound disinterested.

“So, if you only went back that one time… was that because you were…”

“Yep.” You don’t even need him to finish the sentence.

“I see.” A long pause, “Does that mean?”

“Yes, Jake. I gave up my job, my family, my apartment.”

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“I thought something horrible had happened to you. You have no idea how many times I dreamt about the worst. That you’d died of that gunshot wound. That your pursuers caught up to you. I had nothing to go on. No indication you were okay, alive. How could I just abandon you after that? What about your sisters? The only people that know you, understand what I was going through, live here, in Duskwood. That’s where you left me, so that’s where I was going to wait for you to return if that day ever came. Honestly, I was starting to give up hope.”

“I would have found you anywhere.” His voice is low and filled with regret.

“How was I supposed to know that?” You snap open the curtain enough to poke your head out. You bite your lip. As it shakes between your teeth you try to formulate words that would make sense to him, “I love you, Jake. I told you. I’m not leaving you. Ever. You left me, so I stayed put. Do you understand now?”

“That was stupid.”

“I guess I’m stupid then!” You shout louder and snap the curtain shut.

“I’m stupid, not you. I did what I had to so I could make a life for us. I should have asked Alan if I could let you know I was safe. It just seemed out of the question from the start.”

“Yeah.” You mumble.

“Can I make it up to you?”

“What if I’m already seeing someone, Jake?” You say spitefully as you shut off the water.

“Oh.” Disappointment clear in his voice, “I’d just have to congratulate you and start plotting how to get you back.” He’s not buying it.

You step out of the shower. Rather shamelessly, you step in front of him, completely bare. You reach behind where he sits on the closed toilet for a towel. His attempts to avert his eyes are for not. You fumble with the towel intentionally, your wet body on display.

This is nothing compared to the hell he put you through. You want to make him burn with regret. Or do you? You can’t decide whether to take him into your arms and forgive him or to make him work for your forgiveness. You know that the situation was beyond his control to an extent, but he’s a hacker. If he wanted to find a way to get a message to you, he would have. So why didn’t he? Is there something else he’s not telling you?

“I…” He clears his throat loudly, “Do you need help with that?”

You fumble to wrap the towel around yourself.

“I’ve got it.” You click the door open.

“They didn’t exactly give me freedom over there. I was under surveillance from the moment Alan picked me up. He offered me two options. Jail time, or a different sort of prison. I lived at the base. I had a roommate for both protection and observation. If I could get a letter or text to you, anything at all, I would have.”

“You really couldn’t reach me at all then?”

“Not without ruining the deal. I’d have to sacrifice my life to the prison system, or at least a good portion of it. A year felt like nothing compared to the alternative. I can’t pretend to understand the uncertainty you went through, the struggle. The year must have been agonizingly long with nothing concrete to look forward to. It did for me as well.”

“And?”

“I want to spend the rest of my life making up for that.”

“Starting?”

“Today.” He smiles at you as he sinks onto the edge of the bed.

“If I were to say that I don’t want to be your partner, then what?”

“Personally, or professionally.”

“Professionally.” You answer smugly.

“I’d take that in stride. I have no idea what type of work I’d do otherwise, but I’d figure it out. Even if it meant working in customer service.” He winks at you. “Are you saying you won’t be my professional partner?”

“I’m just asking a few clarifying questions.”

You sit next to him. Your mind is whirling. You aren’t sure you want you to be his official partner. You don’t have a job, and you enjoyed working on Hannah’s case with Jake. You were incredibly proud when you presented your work to the rest of the group. Two novice investigators managed to uncover so much about one person in such a short time. They managed to save a life together. Could you do that again, for someone else this time?

You sigh deeply. “I’ll consider it. I assume you’re only in Duskwood for a short time?”

He drapes his arm loosely over your shoulder, “I’m here as long as you’ll have me.”

“Don’t you have to accept their proposal sooner rather than later?”

“Ideally, but I’m not rushing anything. If they want me, they can get in line.” He winks, but it’s not nearly as smooth or seductive as Phil.

“He still does it better.” You smirk.

“Hey! That’s my line!”

You fall back on the bed together, sharing in laughter followed by a comfortable silence.

“Can we do this?” You ask yourself out loud.

“I believe so.” His hand finds yours, holding it gently, “I want to make it up to you, not just this last year, but everything you did for my sister and her friends.”

“Speaking of, does she know you’re in town?”

“It’s Duskwood. I’m assuming she’s heard by now.”

You roll over on your side to face him, “True! Do you think we should see them together? I’ve been a pretty shitty friend lately. I’m not sure they’ll answer if I call, but I can try.”

“You’ve not gotten to know Hannah?” He leans in to kiss your brow.

You sigh loudly, “Other than Phil, I’ve been alone a lot. Especially recently. Everyone, especially Richy, tried at first. I assume I got annoying quickly.”

“Were you that bad?”

“I don’t think I’m the right person to answer that question. If I had to guess, they got sick of me quickly.”

You say that, but you know better. The others tried, desperately even, to reach you. They pleaded with you for months. They begged you to do more than sit at the bar, waiting for him to return. The group had traveled to places you’d only dreamed of. You’d opted to stay home. You ignored their phone calls and texts. Hannah wanted to thank you, get to know you, but you avoided her. It simply hurt too much. Her eyes reminded you so much of her brothers. You didn’t want to think.  Not about Jake. Not about the case. Everything reminded you of him.

“Well, there’s only one way to find out.” He reaches over you and grabs your phone, pressing it to his ear. You hear a shriek on the other end as Jake pulls the phone away from his ear, “She’s fine.” He says in a soft voice. “Yes, she’s with me in Colville. Would you want to come up for the weekend and visit? No. We can come down if that’s easier. The hut? That’s not a bad idea.” He sticks his tongue out at you, “Sure. Tomorrow works for us. See you then!” He motions to hand you your phone, “See? They were worried about you. They miss you.”

“Who did you call?” You raise an eyebrow as you take the device and set it behind you.

“Jessy.” He says flatly.

“What? She’s the angriest with me. Why would she be so easy to persuade?”

“I think you underestimate your friends.”

“Our friends.” You smile broadly.

“It’s late, and you need to eat. Let’s grab dinner and get a good night’s sleep before we head out.”

You can’t help but smile. Your hacker is back. Your friends are waiting for you. Duskwood has become your home. You’ll consider your options before committing to the department’s offer, Jake’s offer. You know it would make him happy, to be able to protect you both at home and work. He deserves to be happy, after all this time. You know that. You don’t want to let your petty grudge hold you back.

You’re finally going to the hut. You can picture it perfectly. Thomas plays the guitar by the fire. Dan goes shot for shot with you until he builds up the courage to flirt with Jessy. Cleo will bring her famous pyramid cake. You’ll walk the path to the overlook with Lilly and Hannah, where Jake will reunite with his sisters for good. You’ll smile, and laugh, and at the end of the night, fall asleep in Jake’s arms under the stars.

As Jake awaits for the front door to open, he shoots a quick text to Logan, letting her know he’s arrived and is ready to pick her up. A few seconds after he sends the message, the front door swings open and two women appear to Jake’s sight. One of them definitely being his stunning wife. Logan quickly says her goodbyes to Michelle, leaving things with a hug, and swerves around, a huge smile reaching her features when she spots her husband in the car parked outside the house.

Jake shoots her a smirk but it falters a little when he notices how unevenly balanced Logan’s way of walking appears as she starts towards the car where Jake waits. He can’t help furrow her brows at the pleasured exhaustion, if that’s even possible, hinted in Logan’s eyes.

He knows that expression all too well. 

Finally, a lot slower than usual, Logan reaches the car and she immediately tugs at the door handle but it won’t open for her. Maybe it’s because of how weakly she’s pulling on it. Only then does Jake notice how tousled her platinum hair is and he’s certain she straightened it perfectly before she left. Her gloss is smudged around her mouth and her eyes are sparkling with water. 

Geez... what happened?

Jake eyes his wife skeptically as she struggles to open the door to the car. He slides down the window and narrows his cerulean eyes at her, slightly suspicious.

Logan glances up and her features light up when she has a clear view of his face. “Oh! Hey.... babe. I missed your pretty face.” 

Jake is taken aback by how strained and forced her tone is. Horrible signs. “Uh.... Princess, you okay? Do you need help with that?” He questions, gesturing to her loose grip on the handle to the door of the car. 

Logan attempts to laugh but instead it escapes as a pitchy pant. “What? No... I got it.” She assures, tugging extremely hard on the handle so she’s not even pulling it down just using all of her might with a goal to tear it off. At one point, Logan tugs too hard and her grasp on the handle weakens and she staggers back, falling onto the floor. 

At first, Jake is unbelievably concerned but a voice in his mind just tells him to laugh it off and help her up. Jake suddenly has a breakthrough, realising what’s going on. He rolls his eyes and slowly steps out of the car, circling it until he finds his wife, seated on the ground and looking up at him like a lost child. There’s a curious look in her ocean eyes and Jake can only assume that her state of mind is like that of a five year old right now. 

Jake offers to help her up, shooting her a smirk. “Are you drunk, darlin?” 

Logan scoffs, almost unsure as to why she’s so astonished. “No... I’m just... lightly buzzed.” She corrects, taking Jake’s hand and attempting to help herself up. 

Jake chuckles at that, helping his wife to her feet but the strength of the action causes her to stumble once more and Jake barely manages to catch her, only proving his point and confirming his assumption.

“Yeah... you’re drunk.” 

“Okay... Michelle may have opened up a bottle of wine since we finished early... and I may have had a glass... or five.” 

Jake laughs mockingly once more, leading Logan into the passenger seat and she smiles thankfully, grateful for his guidance. Or that’s just her reassuringly tipsy smile. 

“Okay... in the car carefully now, Princess.” 

“Well, aren’t you a gentleman.” 

Jake winks flirtatiously. “I try.” 

As soon as Logan is successfully seated in the car, despite how much she struggles and wobbles, Jake scans her dazed demeanour for a moment, their faces inches apart and he can’t help but admire how stunning she looks, even in a drunken state. Her lips part slightly, as if she’s expecting a kiss and Jake’s sky blue eyes slowly drift down her body and back up, pausing where her plump lips rest.

Jake knows he shouldn’t get too touchy with her tonight, especially not when she’s as drunk as she is. Who knew Michelle would allow his wife to drink as much wine as she did? It’s too late to dwell on it now. All he can do is take Logan home and hope she decides to rest instead of tempting Jake - because it doesn’t take too long for him to break when it comes to her. 

Logan bites down on her lower lip in a such sexy manor that it forces Jake to look away and summon all of his strength so he doesn’t take her right there. That would definitely be a bad idea. Remaining unfazed, Jake tears away from his wife and shuts the car door and he can hear Logan’s frustrated groan as he makes his way to the driver’s seat, a blank expression on his face. 

Once he’s seated in the car, Jake doesn’t dare take a single glance at his annoyed wife but he can sense the death glare he’s receiving and it burns into his skull. Logan can get very feisty, especially when she’s drunk - which happens a lot more than it should. Jake always tries his best to be a gentleman and put Logan to her as quickly as possible because she’s like a whole other person when she’s wasted. It’s understandable since she’s still young and she’s lucky to be married to someone who knows how to control a situation like this, otherwise she’d be screwed.

Jake lets his head sink into the material of the seat, trying so hard to ignore the constant groans that Logan continuously lets out. It’s almost a turn on. A very bad turn on. One that shouldn’t affect Jake the way it is right now. 

“You’re so mean... I’m gonna call the President and tell him how mean you are.” Logan complains, pouting playfully and Jake tries so hard to suppress a reaction to that strange comment. 

He just rolls his eyes, trying to focus on starting the engine of the car. Maybe if he’s silent and if he ignores her, she’ll get bored and stop trying to get his attention.

“I’ll get Elsa to freeze you for being mean. Or I’ll get Medusa to turn you into stone.” Logan adds, her features lighting up with amusement after every unusual comment she makes. “Ooh! Or I’ll get Vaaryn to step on you. He’s pretty huge!” 

Jake covers his ears at the deafening volume of Logan’s voice, as she rants about ways to ‘tell him off’ or whatever the fuck she’s talking about. It ain’t too clear. 

“Princess... you’re yelling.” 

That causes Logan to smirk and she leans over to rest her chin on Jake’s shoulder, her hot breath looming over his ear and that causes him to stiffen slightly at the movement of her breathing. 

“Good.” Logan whispers, her pale hand roaming up Jake’s chest until she’s stroking the side of his neck, the sensation shooting up and down his body. Anticipation starts to build and Jake finds it harder and harder to resist her as each dreaded second passes them by. 

“Darlin’... stop that.” Jake tries to ease her away but he’s immediately silenced when Logan attaches her lips to his earlobe, her tongue leaving a trail around the edges. It shouldn’t affect Jake so much but it does because he can only remember that it’s her doing it. His wife. 

It’s like torture the way Logan teases Jake so often. He can never find the will to protest to stop it because he loves it so damn much. It’s too bad that she’s drunk or Jake would be a whole lot more insistent. Trust that. Right now, Logan is in control and Jake is just her weak prey. He knows he has to stop this and drive home before someone sees them but he just can’t summon the strength to end it so soon. 

After what seems like forever, Logan disconnects her lips from his ear and starts to make her way across his jaw, the goal probably being his lips. Featherlight kisses are left behind as she finally completes the journey to his lips and she instantly crushes their lips together. 

A voice of common sense enters Jake’s mind and he finally retains control of his conscience. With that, he only lets the kiss remain brief and he pulls away, easing Logan off his grasp - only now realising that she’s climbed into his lap. 

Damn... he was that zoned out. 

Logan arches her eyebrows at him, pouting playfully. “I should tell Santa Claus to give you a lump of coal for Christmas. You’ve been naughty.” In that moment, Jake couldn’t tell if that comment was kinky or genuinely mocking. Everything is so unclear when she’s drunk. 

She pokes Jake’s nose and frowns, causing him to tense up a little - slightly startled. “Okay... don’t do that ever again.” He states bluntly and Logan just rolls her sapphire eyes. 

“You’re no fun. We’ve never done it in a car before.” Logan whispers in a husky tone, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of Jake’s shirt. He hisses at that relevation - a moment of weakness overtaking him. 

“Yeah but we’ve done it in a lot of other places that shouldn’t leave us questioning how fun we are.” Jake counters, pulling at Logan’s lower lip as she attempts to tug it with her teeth. She rolls her eyes once more, one hand slowly drifting underneath Jake’s shirt - making him exhale rather sharply. 

“Come on, Leto.” Logan jokes and Jake’s jaw drops at that nickname. She only ever uses that nickname with him when she’s annoyed with him or... when she’s wasted. 

“I told you not to call me that. Ever.” Jake reminds and Logan leans in so her lips are barely hovering over his, a mischievous glint in her ocean eyes.

“Sorry... Leto.” She whispers in that sexy tone once more, tempting Jake even more and he can’t help but connect their lips for a brief moment. 

“No, darlin’. You’re fucking wasted. Can’t you wait ‘til you’re sober.” 

“How can I when I want you now?” Logan teases, her soft hands caressing Jake’s bare abdomen and causing him to suck in a sharp breath at the sensational impact on her touch.

“Ugh... I hate you.” Jake groans, invested in her movements as she attaches her lips to the base of his neck and begins to roll her hips teasingly. 

“Come on, Jake... fucking take me in this car.” Logan requests, biting down on Jake’s lower lip and he tries to avoid her but she’s too swift. 

Jake can’t help but hiss at her words, the needy tone sending a vibration within his veins and throwing all of his doubts away. He can’t fucking take it anymore.

“We can’t though, Princess. We’re outside Michelle and Sean’s house. Pretty sure they don’t want their street marked as a place where we fucked.” 

“That doesn’t matter. I don’t care. It isn’t about Rick and Morty.” 

“Rick and Morty?” Jake questions mockingly, raising his eyebrows with confusion lurking in his amused gaze.

Logan rolls her eyes, wondering why she compared her intimate friends with Rick and Morty. “Will you lay off? I’m drunk.” 

“That I can agree with. One reason why I don’t wanna do this right now. You’re drunk and you know I don’t like seeming like I’m taking advantage.” Jake points out, brushing a stray stand out of Logan’s beautiful face.

“Taking advantage? I’m your wife. How does that work?”

“It just does, okay? Now can you get off me so I can drive us home.” 

Logan’s head snaps up and she strokes her chin with her fingers, like she’s pretending to consider his offer. “No. Ha.” She denies, knocking their foreheads together and smirking deviously.

“Darlin...” 

Just then... all it takes is one moment of eye contact for Jake to lose his goddamn mind. 

“Agh. Fuck it.” 

With that, he crashes his lips against Logan’s, startling her slightly with the urgency of the action, even though that was basically her entire intention. It only takes half a second for her to kiss back, cupping Jake’s face with one hand while the other roams up and down his stomach. Their tongues seek immediate access to each other’s mouths, both just as quickly granted entry. 

So much hunger. So much passion. So much desire. So much want. So much need. So much promise. And only one of them has alcohol in their system. 

Logan tangles her fingers in Jake’s messy hair, tugging on a few of the strands and earning a pleasured groan from him and those are really rare to receive so early. Jake returns the favour with Logan, tugging at stray strands of her platinum hair and receiving quite a few pleasured moans which satisfy him enough.

Starting to feel the need, Logan hurries to remove Jake’s shirt, quickly pulling it over his head and that’s the only time their lips choose to part before latching back on straight away. Logan starts to stagger back into the window as Jake adds more urgency and heat to their constant kisses and his wife is launched into the window, the impact stifling a moan from her. 

Jake quickly removes her shirt as well, tossing it over to the back seat where his was also forgotten, becoming nothing but a distant memory. Logan starts to guide Jake so he’s lying down but on the way, his head accidentally hits the lever that controls the car. 

“Ow. Shit.” Jake hisses at the impact, clutching the back of his head and wincing while also trying to keep Logan steady as she hovers over him. 

Concern washes over her and she cups his face comfortingly. “Oh no. Sorry. I didn’t mean to do th-“ 

Jake instantly silences her with a reassuring kiss, letting her know it’s all okay. “It’s alright, darlin’. Car sex looks so much more easier in the movies.” 

“Maybe that’s because they use the backseat.” Logan points out, glancing where the backseat rests and winking at Jake, who has recovered from the recent stumble.

“Ooh. I like the way you think.” 

With that, they travel to the backseat and engage in one of the hungriest times they’re ever gonna experience and... maybe one of the loudest. 

BONUS: 

“Thank you for a lovely evening, Michelle.” Quinn thanks with a natural sweetness to her tone.

Michelle can’t help but smile at that amount of gratitude. “No problem. Have a safe drive home.”

Suddenly, something captures their attention. A strange and extremely loud series of sounds.

“Oh my god. Yes! Yes, Jake!” 

“Damnit, darlin’.” 

“Fucking faster!” 

Both Quinn and Michelle’s eyes widen as they pretend they don’t see what’s really going on in that car. They couldn’t even explain why the hell it was still there.

Suddenly feeling awkward, Quinn starts down the porch, relieved at the sight of her own car. “Yeah well I’m just gonna go.”

Diego finds her alone, a rare feat these days. MC is sitting quietly in the foyer of the ski lodge, looking out the window. She looks concerned, and considering their current situation he understands why. The people after Jake were now after all of them too. At least for now they had some sense of peace and quiet.

"Penny for your thoughts?" He asks, plopping on the seat across from her.

"I'm worried about Jake," she sighs.

It took everything in him not to roll his eyes at the comment. "Jake's a big boy! He'll be fine!"

MC finally looks away from the window to smile at her friend sadly. "I know, it's just that every time we get close to getting off this island and safe together...it's like we take 10 steps back with something big and scary coming our way." She runs a hand through her hair. "I feel trapped."

She's not the only one.

"We'll get off this island, MC, and before you know it we'll be back in our apartment and the worst thing going on in our lives will be a trigonometry final that's a day away," he smiles reassuringly.

"And then we can celebrate by going to a club afterwards and I get to play wing woman for the millionth time?" Her smile grows.

"Only if you stick around for the inevitable rejection that is sure to come my way," Diego laughs, but it feels hallow as he thinks of Varyyn.

"You'll find someone special, Diego," MC smiles as if she might know exactly what he's thinking.

He takes the opening, while simultaneously deflecting any questions about his own love life. (He’s being a hypocrite, he knows it).

"Speaking of someone special...what's going on with you and Jake?"

MC's eyes go wide at the question and then she giggles. "What do you mean?"

"Well, I've always kind of wondered what you see in him that makes him so special to you?"

MC's face softens and she has a small smile playing on her lips as she relaxes into the couch, propping a foot on the coffee table. She looks like she's a teenage girl thinking about Zac Efron shirtless. And he should know, because when High School Musical first came out back in 2006 he, and every other girl in his school, had the exact same look on their face whenever Zac Efron was even casually mentioned.

"Well," she crosses her arms and blushes.

She's actually blushing! Oh no, he's only seen her do that a few times before. She's a lost cause if he has to convince her that Jake is just a generic asshole.

"He cares deeply, not only about me, but everyone in this group. He's brave. He's funny, and I think we all need that sarcastic sense of humor right now. He's loyal. He's extremely handsome. He makes me smile. He knows how to help get me out of my head space sometimes. He's a good guy and he just wants to do what's right," she pauses and then looks over at Diego, raising an eyebrow. "I could go on, but first I want to hear why you're asking."

Are they even seeing the same person!? Is what he wants to ask, but he figures that MC may take offense to that so he doesn’t bother. His mother always told him if he didn’t have something nice to say, don’t say anything at all. He figures this is one of those times he should actually listen to her.  

"Just wanna make sure he's treating you right, is all," Diego replies, avoiding looking into MC’s eyes as he says so.

MC let's out a laugh and stands up, walking towards her best friend. As if she may know the real reason, she places her hand on his shoulder and gives him a reassuring squeeze. 

"Diego, I promise you have nothing to worry about," she smiles at him, looking into his eyes.

"Princess! I thought I heard you in here," he heard Jake enter and MC stood up straighter to look at him. Diego finally let himself roll his eyes. Speak of the devil.

"Top Gun," she smirks and Diego watches her go over to give him a light peck on the lips. "I'll be right back. Play nice you two." She flips her hair over her shoulder and gives Diego a subtle wink.

"No promises," Jake calls out after her.

 And with that, she left the two of them alone.

Jake had two cups of coffee in his hands. He places one on the coffee table and offers the other to Diego.

"I brought them for Princess and I, but since you're here I figured you can have mine."

"Oh, uh, thanks," Diego mutters as he takes the cup cautiously out of Jake's hands.

"No problemo," Jake says as he flops himself down on the couch where MC was previously sitting.

"You know, with Task Force X out there hunting you down, you seem pretty calm," Diego says, eyeing him suspiciously. "What gives?"

Jake looks over at him seriously. "When you know you're going to die, there's no point in fretting about it, now is there?"

Diego sputters into his drink.

Death!? He is not about to die just because his best friend is in love with a guy who has psychopaths after him. A guy who use to align himself with said psychopaths. Meaning he was once a psychopath himself and most likely still is!

Ok, he knows he’s over exaggerating a little. Jake has done some off-the-wall things, but he isn’t a psychopath. Diego will give him that. However, back to the matter at hand: death!?

"You really think we're going to die? MC-," he's cut off by Jake.

"I would give myself up before MC ever has to face any of them head on again," Jake hisses. "She's not dying on my watch."

Diego's eyebrows scrunch together. Maybe he had Jake pegged wrong after all. He seemed to genuinely care about MC if he was thinking about her first like this.

"So…you're serious about her then?" Diego cautiously ventures out. Jake smiles at him as if to say, 'What do you think?' "I'm curious, MC told me what she saw in you." Jake smirked at that, and something tells Diego he probably overheard. "What do you see in MC?"

He really should of saw this coming after knowing Jake and being around him for as long as they all have been stuck together, but he's still left astounded by the words Jake utters out next that violates his innocent ears.

"My dick."