This is my first shot at a Jack fanfic, so please forgive if you can tell I'm new to it. I've done other fics, but it's hard not to make a Jack fanfic not cliche.
But i promise mine won't be!
It'll get better with more chapters.
Oh, and by the way: sorry if this chapp focuses on things you don't care about, up to where Jack comes in, but I figured a little background would be nice instead of just throwing some random characters in there.
"I'm a little behind today," she muttered darkly as she kicked off and set down the street.
After about three streets there were signs of other human life, and she smirked at all the stares.
Wasn't every day people saw a girl in Colonial-wear skateboarding casually down the street while rocking out to her iPod.
But thanks to Anya Cuttler, a select few got that priviledge during her early Virginia commute.
"Two minutes late," Sharon Shippen announced when she whizzed past, making her roll her eyes. Honestly, was Anya the only re-enacter who had a life around here?
Robin, only her best friend in the world, barely glanced up as Anya came within centimeters of running her over.
"Clocked ya in. You're so very welcome." "Thank youuu, Robiiinnn," Anya replied sweetly in a sing-song voice.
Robin had been the one who had landed them jobs at Colonial Williamsburg, and also introduced her to the rich family she now practically served every Saturday till about ten at night. If she was lucky.
"So, anyone ogle you today?"
"Hmmm, I dunno, were they breathing? Everyone within a five-mile radius."
"You know, some people consider this job easy," Robin commented about six hours later. To which Anya snorted.
"Obviously, they don't factor in the heat, the clothes, the actual work, and the annoyingly stupid questions! 'What were the Governor's political views on the rights of the farmers?' Are you kidding? Like I was there at the time.."
Robin chuckled. "You make a good point, Anya. While I love listening to your whining, I must point out: he is so checking you out," she commented, tilting her head in the direction of the famous red-headed senior across the street. "Scott? Ew."
"Dude, he's star quarterback. What do you mean ew?"
Anya shook her head. "One, I don't date fellow redheads. Especially if they're firetruck red. It's so obnoxious-looking. And two, I couldn't care less what sport or position he plays. Our team sucks. And C, ...I'm wearing a COLONIAL DRESS for cryin' out loud. All my cool-factor points have crashed into the negatives."
"Shoot, you're right. ...On the plus side, it gives you amazing curves!" Robin pointed out cheerfully.
Anya nodded. "You win, as usu- HEY, watch it!" She yelled as some dude practically knocked her to the ground.
Anya was about to let him have it, but the poor guy looked so confused and dissheveled that she blinked and sucked in a breath.
He blinked back. "...Bell-"
Whatever he was trying to say was drowned out by Robin's "Back off, creep!"
As she pulled her away, Anya sighed dully. "That wasn't very nice, y'know."
"Bite me. He might've been a major perv, or a stalker, or a-" Anya just laughed and shook her head.
She glanced back at where the stranger had been, but now he was lost in the crowd.
"Happy Halloween!" Victoria, the youngest daughter of the DeLaneys, shouted cheerfully as soon as Anya walked through the door, causing her to jump and nearly choke on her cookie. "Vicky, Halloween's next weekend," Anya managed to get out while choking on crumbs.
"Yeah, but I still scared you, "she giggled. She shrugged her tiny eight-year-old shoulders. "Besides. Mommy and daddy are having their Halloween party tonight, so it feels like Halloween!" She said cheerfully.
Oh, how could Anya forget? She was supposed to serve drinks at that stupid party. Till the sun came up, pretty much.
Victoria held up a sheet of notebook paper. "Mommy left you a list."
"Of course she..." Anya trailed off as she realized it was stapled.
She counted the pages quickly in horror. Eight pages of stuff to do?
"...Did," Anya finished miserably to herself.
They heard a car honk, and Victoria clapped happily. "Yay! I'm staying at Meredith's house tonight!" She told Anya happily, grabbing a pink, glittery bag with Ariel on it.
She then handed it to Anya, who sighed and lugged it out there with Victoria.
"It's pretty bad when even the eight-year-old knows you have to do stuff for her," Anya muttered to herself.
Victoria's brother was waiting in his car. He was always so patient with little kids. Plus, he was blond and had bright green eyes. Can you say sighhh?
He flashed a smile at Anya. He was pretty much the only one in the DeLaney family that didn't boss her around.
Victoria took the bag out of her hands and hugged her waist, which was all she could reach. "Bye Anya. Good luck with the list!" She said cheerfully before clambering into the back seat.
Anya waved to them as they drove off.
She was so going to get Connor's number by the end of the week, guaranteed.
Anya had been serving drinks in her barmaid costume for almost three hours. Almost everyone there, including the DeLaneys, were pretty wasted.
"Day N' Night," by Kid Cudi, was playing. She loved that song. Unfortunately, her mood was really ruining the song.
She was about to tell off yet another drunkie that had smacked her ass to get her attention when the door flew wide open.
Anya seemed to be the only one who noticed (or even remotely cared about) the arrival of the familiar stranger.
He looked determined, and the wind blew his hair even more askew than it already was.
She sucked in a breath. He might give Connor a run for his money, if you caught her drift.
Anya sighed. Whoever he was looking for was either really important or really screwed. She had gotten back to her rounds and served about five drinks when someone grabbed her by the shoulder.
She calmly reminded herself they were drunkies and was going to just chew the person out about it, but then she stifled a gasp of shock.
It was the stranger she had just seen. He was looking for her?
Anya quickly went over the past month, trying to figure out if she had done anything stupid or mischievous to draw his attention.
...She was drawing blanks. And now he seemed to be waiting for her to say something, which was stupid, since he grabbed her shoulder.
Then she remembered where she had seen him from, and pointed at him.
"HEY! You're that guy that nearly ran me down this morning! ...How did you find me?"
He furrowed his brows. "...That's all you have to say, Bell?"
Anya felt a slight twinge of disappointment. She wasn't who he was looking for after all.
"Sorry, I'm not this Bell chick. Good luck finding her."
He laughed. "Ha, that's funny. ...Wait, you're serious?"
"But...But that's not possible! You look almost exactly the same! Same brown eyes, same auburn locks..."
"...Well, actually, my hair's not really this curly, but I figured it'd go well with the costume if I made it all wavy," she explained with a nervous laugh.
"Okay, so your hair's changed since then. You even act almost exactly the same!"
Anya put her free hand on her hip. "Well, almost don't cut it, unless you're talking horse shoes and hand grenades."
He threw up a hand with a laugh. "See? That sounds like something she would say! And she'd say it just like that, with her hand on her hip and everything!"
Anya sighed. "Look, I don't have time for this. Good luck, dude."
He grabbed her shoulder again as she turned. "Wait, I-"
There was a crash upstairs, and they exchanged a look. "If you excuse me," she said simply before dashing up the stairs.
There was a silhouetted figure in Victoria's room, searching for something.
"Hey. You. I just cleaned this room. Get downstairs," she said dully, figuring it was a drunkie.
"Where is he?" they hissed.
Anya shrugged. "My guess is your friend went to puke his guts out in the bathroom downstairs. Have fun with that one night stand. Get downstairs and look for him. Shoo now."
The figure turned fully towards her, and Anya felt a red flag go up. They were pretty sober to run in such a straight line, heading right for her.
Anya grabbed a random hair brush and waved it at them ominously, letting out a karate yell. They just kept running, and Anya dove to the right with a yelp.
She felt a little light-headed after watching them go right through the wall with a screech.
The guy strolled in, whistling, then noticed her. His brows shot up. "...Are you alright, lass? You look like you just saw a ghost."
She slowly stood up. "...I might have..." She then sighed. "Look, I'm not whoever you're looking for, so feel free to leave me alone now."
It was wrong for her to feel these emotions. To want to go wherever he went. It wasn't...logical. She blamed it on the Halloween cookie.
He sighed dramatically before slowly walking towards the door.
"Okay...here I go...down the stairs...never to return...and to find a place to stay in this strange place of which I have no friends to help me out..." he said, his voice breaking as he sniffled dramatically.
Anya rolled her eyes. "...Okay, you know what, FINE!"
He brightened and turned around. "Much appreciated, lass. Shall we go then?"