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Nothing the Same (Jake/Cassie)
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flareonfury's The Summer of Blues & Love MULTIFANDOM Drabble-a-thon
Length: 440
Fandom: Animorphs
Prompt: Animorphs, Jake/Cassie, happy meal
Title: Nothing the Same
Author: rhap-chan
Pairing/Characters: Jake/Cassie
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Animorphs belongs to K.A. Applegate. All fanfiction archived here is a derivative of canon material that is not my property. I do not profit from these writings. The opinions and actions expressed in these stories are not necessarily the views and beliefs of the original author or me.
Excerpt: He ducked out of his house by morphing into his dog, that familiar creature, and he let his nose guide him as he wandered. A dog's nose was a predictable thing and he'd only snorted in amusement when he changed back. He was at McDonald's.
The only date they had after the war had ended was a complete accident. It had been three days since they'd gone public, and it still seemed like the world was ending because it was changing so fast.
The media circus was having trouble focusing. The six original Animorphs, their parents, the adjunct Animorphs, the Andalites-- there were too many people to talk to and they hadn't been mobbed-- not quite yet. Still, the few interviews the six had already faced-- the Andalite Council, government officials, U.N. representatives-- were enough. Jake was already tired of being famous. He hated it more than anything in the world.
He ducked out of his house by morphing into his dog, that familiar creature, and he let his nose guide him as he wandered. A dog's nose was a predictable thing and he'd only snorted in amusement when he changed back. He was at McDonald's. And he thought that maybe...
Yes, there, tucked behind the dumpster was a small bundle of clothing and shoes; he'd replaced it recently, in the dead of night, as was his habit. It was in the middle of town, a great place to keep emergency clothes.
He picked his clothing out of the pile and put it on. He didn't want to call any attention to himself, and bare feet and spandex would. There was no need for that.
He strode in, feeling oddly happy to be doing such a mundane thing, and he nearly collided with Cassie.
She jumped back with combat-honed reflexes and caught her cup before it dropped to the floor. She smiled awkwardly. Somehow he managed to smile in return.
She sat down at a table. Jake ordered a Big Mac and then sat down two seats away from her. He wasn't sure why. He was used to not spending time with her in public in order to avoid suspicion, but there was no need for that anymore. And still...
The world went on. The world with a war recently won, the world with a full-scale alien invasion, still made Big Macs. And Jake couldn't forgive Cassie. The thought sunk down into his chest and rested there, another thick stone among many. He concentrated on his food until the urge to cry went away. Cassie picked at her Happy Meal.
They ate in silence, two tables apart. It wasn't a date, really. Or two friends eating lunch. It was more like two refugees, sharing space.
Jake crumbled his bag and threw it in the trash, slinking back home as a dog. He didn't go back to Cassie, or McDonald's, for a long time after that.
flareonfury's The Summer of Blues & Love MULTIFANDOM Drabble-a-thonLength: 440
Fandom: Animorphs
Prompt: Animorphs, Jake/Cassie, happy meal
Title: Nothing the Same
Author: rhap-chan
Pairing/Characters: Jake/Cassie
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Animorphs belongs to K.A. Applegate. All fanfiction archived here is a derivative of canon material that is not my property. I do not profit from these writings. The opinions and actions expressed in these stories are not necessarily the views and beliefs of the original author or me.
Excerpt: He ducked out of his house by morphing into his dog, that familiar creature, and he let his nose guide him as he wandered. A dog's nose was a predictable thing and he'd only snorted in amusement when he changed back. He was at McDonald's.
The only date they had after the war had ended was a complete accident. It had been three days since they'd gone public, and it still seemed like the world was ending because it was changing so fast.
The media circus was having trouble focusing. The six original Animorphs, their parents, the adjunct Animorphs, the Andalites-- there were too many people to talk to and they hadn't been mobbed-- not quite yet. Still, the few interviews the six had already faced-- the Andalite Council, government officials, U.N. representatives-- were enough. Jake was already tired of being famous. He hated it more than anything in the world.
He ducked out of his house by morphing into his dog, that familiar creature, and he let his nose guide him as he wandered. A dog's nose was a predictable thing and he'd only snorted in amusement when he changed back. He was at McDonald's. And he thought that maybe...
Yes, there, tucked behind the dumpster was a small bundle of clothing and shoes; he'd replaced it recently, in the dead of night, as was his habit. It was in the middle of town, a great place to keep emergency clothes.
He picked his clothing out of the pile and put it on. He didn't want to call any attention to himself, and bare feet and spandex would. There was no need for that.
He strode in, feeling oddly happy to be doing such a mundane thing, and he nearly collided with Cassie.
She jumped back with combat-honed reflexes and caught her cup before it dropped to the floor. She smiled awkwardly. Somehow he managed to smile in return.
She sat down at a table. Jake ordered a Big Mac and then sat down two seats away from her. He wasn't sure why. He was used to not spending time with her in public in order to avoid suspicion, but there was no need for that anymore. And still...
The world went on. The world with a war recently won, the world with a full-scale alien invasion, still made Big Macs. And Jake couldn't forgive Cassie. The thought sunk down into his chest and rested there, another thick stone among many. He concentrated on his food until the urge to cry went away. Cassie picked at her Happy Meal.
They ate in silence, two tables apart. It wasn't a date, really. Or two friends eating lunch. It was more like two refugees, sharing space.
Jake crumbled his bag and threw it in the trash, slinking back home as a dog. He didn't go back to Cassie, or McDonald's, for a long time after that.