I'm typing this from school. Consider yourselves special. Just a short John x Genesis oneshot. I think I'll be doing this from now on to explain their good and bad times from the past.



Genesis lay on the lawn chair of her and her husbands Tampa home. Mialynne was away with her grandmother in California, and there were absolutely no worries. She took a sip of apple juice. Feeling the cold juice run down her through mixed with the heat of the Florida sun made her toes curl.

Squeak! Squeak! Squeakkkk!

Her eyes widened. What the hell was that?

The noise subsided, so she paid no mind to it. Genesis relaxed and lay back again.

Squeak! Squeakkkkk!

"Okay, this isn't funny," she sat up and pushed her oversized sunglasses up to her forehead. Down on the ground, she saw a creature flash across the ground. Brown skin turned pale as Genesis realized that this was…

A mouse.

"JOHN!" Genesis screamed at the top of her lungs before hopping up on the lawn chair.

A panicked John ran outside, "What? What happened?!"

"It's a fucking mouse here!" she screamed, her eyes wide as saucers.

"Well what the hell am I supposed to do about that?"

"Get it!"

"And how am I supposed to do that, Gen?"

"I don't fucking care, as long as you get it."

John sighed. She kicked his ass on a daily basis, and here she was scared of a fucking five pound mouse.

Squeak! Squeakkk! And the mouse ran by.

"Oh shit!" John gasped before hopping up on the next lawn chair.

"Pathetic," Genesis rolled her eyes.

"I'll buy some traps tomorrow," he promised.

"No, you're buying traps right now." Genesis crossed her arms.

John stared at her. "You know, if you weren't wearing those shorts right now, we'd be having a completely different conversation. And you know… since you are wearing those shorts…," John waggled his eyes suggestively.


"Damn," he sighed. "Fine, I'll go get the traps. Then we can have a shorts conversation?"

Genesis rolled her eyes. "We'll see."


I have no idea what possessed me to write this, but okay. Reviews appreciated.