If you're still doing the flower prompts, Elder for Jack
Elder - Compassion
Jack hasn’t been a soft person in a long, long time, if ever.
She didn’t do the feelings thing, she didn’t let people close. She didn’t let herself care, because caring always comes back to bite you in the ass. It’s a fucking trap, and she’d had enough of those to last 20 lifetimes.
But goddammit, if Shepard didn’t pull that rug right out from under her.
It wasn’t so much just that Shepard was nice to her, making pleasant conversation (or trying to) without expecting anything in return. It wasn’t even really the fact that she genuinely seemed to want to help her get over her issues, to move on from Cerberus and be free.
It was the way Shepard trusted her that started the whole, sappy, disgusting mess.
Shepard never once questioned letting her have free roam of her ship. Never asked her to do something dangerous when Shepard could do it herself. Never came onto her, never asked for favors. All Shepard wanted was her at her back if she needed it, and maybe someone to laugh with every once in a while.
It was strange.
When she left the Normandy and found herself caught up in the Alliance, in an offer to teach biotics instead of fight with them, it was Shepard she thought of when she accepted it. Not that she’d ever admit it, of course, but it was something Shepard would have encouraged her to do.
And damn, if that didn’t just make her that much softer.
Teaching wasn’t something she thought she’d like–she was abrasive and mean and cruel and she liked it like that. She had no intention of coddling anyone through learning to punch a hole in someone’s chest, at least.
And the kids liked that. They liked that she didn’t take any shit from them, that she treated them all like damn adults, because that’s what it’s like in a fight. Nobody is going to go easy on you, no matter how young you look, and they needed to know it, now more than ever.
When Shepard showed up to kick Cerberus’s ass, that was when she really got to see her kids in action–and they were good. They were great. She’d apparently taught them and taught them well.
She’d never felt so proud in her life, especially when Shepard smirked afterwards and said, “Damn right they are,” when Sanders suggested that they be deployed to the front lines.
Still, she continued to pretend like she was still a stone cold bitch, even as she made sure her kids were safe as they could be while they were out there punching brutes to death. She was pretty sure it actually kept their morale up, when she yelled at them to do better, or called them stupid names. They liked it and she liked them.
It was really no wonder, she thought a while later, looking at the varren puppy rolling around on her apartment floor, that she’d been unable to leave the stupid thing at the pound. She really had gone soft, at least a little bit.
Fuck you, Shepard.
Jack’s the type of person you drag kicking and screaming into caring about other people and I love her