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She had not been expecting that question. She had no good answer for it. None. "I...uh...well," she looked him square in the face, falling back on honesty for lack of a better answer, "mostly just want to hang out with you."

Sherry blinked. Right, mission reports. Those always needed- Oh. Did he just agree to hang out? Well, that was easier than she'd thought it would be. (Or was it?) "Well," but she didn't have anything to do. Maybe she could find something. "O--ah--umph!"

She'd heard the chair give way, but what followed happened before it all really registered. By the time Sherry found herself very much pinned to the bed, some part of her mind worked it out. The chair had broke, Jake had fallen, and now...

Sherry was indeed flat on her back, her hands it seemed had moved on their own to either protect her or catch him and were now firmly against someone's torso. The trainee was suddenly reminded of a book she'd once read--No! This was not- It was an accident and, and...Sherry was suddenly very aware of Jake. He was there and he was warm and his eyes were the deepest purple and he smelled like.... Her face grew hot and her heart, which had kicked it up a bit with the shock of someone falling on her, was not exactly slowing down. "Oh, um..."

She wanted to run from embarrassment, laugh in friendship, or embrace Jake in some feeling she wasn't quite ready to inform him of. So she did the next best thing. Sherry froze like a scared rabbit. "Um..." She couldn't even tear her eyes away from his face.


Armagnac was oozing so much disgust she could have rolled in it. She was also muttering something about reaction times.

Mortifying? Sherry would have agreed with that if she could read minds. Mortifying and...

She would later recall (and yes, she would replay the scene often in her mind) that her arms offered absolutely no resistance as Jake leaned forward the slightest bit. Her hands could feel his muscles tense; her eyes stayed locked on his. He was so close. So warm and...

Sherry rocked with bed the slightest bit as Jake pushed himself away. She sucked in a breath (how long had she been holding that?) of surprise and relief before she forced herself to sit up. She was just in time to see the chair make friends with the wall.

"I, uh, yeah," she stammered in response to Jake's words, her face completely red. She really should leave, she... Sherry stood up, self-consciously straightening her jacket before looking at Jake. Maybe she should just...

"You know, I-I really, I--" she faltered and stopped herself. Now was not the time to go blabbering on about liking him, not when her blood was running so hot and his obviously wasn't. He had just said she could leave, after all.

She made for the door. "I, um, I'll message you tomorrow." With the slightest bit of a nod, she let herself out of his room.