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smithereenstension (jayden&cadence)--
He doesn't see it very often, her thinking face: lips turned down, brows slightly furrowed, her gaze distant. She's very still, hands clasped together in her lap, and almost deathly quiet, so that Jayden can't decide whether he's hesitant to destroy her calm or eager to disturb her, to remind himself that she's still here, with him, and not a specter he's made up in his head.
All he knows is that the first time he really noticed that expression, she'd followed it with a smile and asked him if he could blow the building's power for her, for just a few minutes tomorrow.
He knew better than to ask questions, even though nothing seemed to come of it. It was during the middle of the night, when everything was dark anyway, and she'd never said a word about it to him afterwards except trust me.
He trusted her when she asked him to unlock a few doors in the laboratory wing, then when she needed a camera turned off in the cafeteria. He trusted her when she slid a chip into his palm one morning, then asked him to make up a name, any name he wanted, to replace the one already on the chip.
She'd never asked for the chip back, and he didn't ask questions about that either.
He tried to trust her when she was confined to her room for thirty days, after she'd been caught just outside the compound, standing out in the open with her hands already behind her head. Trying to escape.
He also tried not to let it show, the first time he saw her in a month. But she'd only smiled at his scowl and said, "Like I'd ever leave without you."
After that, he ended up seeing a lot of her thinking face. While they were eating lunch, during class, when they were all sitting in front of the television at night. He'd catch her eyes sometimes, and she would blink at him like she was coming out of a trance, before leaning her head against his shoulder and making him blush.
"What are you plotting, Cady?" he'd asked one night, while she sat on his bed painting her nails.
"Who? Me?" She batted her eyelashes innocently, making him frown.
"Don't do that."
Immediately, her expression softened in a way that made him want to blush again, though he wasn't really sure why. It was so unlike her thinking face that he wondered why he doubted her at all.
"I told you I wouldn't leave without you, right?" she said gently. "Promise."
A few days later, she broke them all out of the Program.
He doesn't see it very often, her thinking face: lips turned down, brows slightly furrowed, her gaze distant. She's very still, hands clasped together in her lap, and almost deathly quiet, so that Jayden can't decide whether he's hesitant to destroy her calm or eager to disturb her, to remind himself that she's still here, with him, and not a specter he's made up in his head.
All he knows is that the first time he really noticed that expression, she'd followed it with a smile and asked him if he could blow the building's power for her, for just a few minutes tomorrow.
He knew better than to ask questions, even though nothing seemed to come of it. It was during the middle of the night, when everything was dark anyway, and she'd never said a word about it to him afterwards except trust me.
He trusted her when she asked him to unlock a few doors in the laboratory wing, then when she needed a camera turned off in the cafeteria. He trusted her when she slid a chip into his palm one morning, then asked him to make up a name, any name he wanted, to replace the one already on the chip.
She'd never asked for the chip back, and he didn't ask questions about that either.
He tried to trust her when she was confined to her room for thirty days, after she'd been caught just outside the compound, standing out in the open with her hands already behind her head. Trying to escape.
He also tried not to let it show, the first time he saw her in a month. But she'd only smiled at his scowl and said, "Like I'd ever leave without you."
After that, he ended up seeing a lot of her thinking face. While they were eating lunch, during class, when they were all sitting in front of the television at night. He'd catch her eyes sometimes, and she would blink at him like she was coming out of a trance, before leaning her head against his shoulder and making him blush.
"What are you plotting, Cady?" he'd asked one night, while she sat on his bed painting her nails.
"Who? Me?" She batted her eyelashes innocently, making him frown.
"Don't do that."
Immediately, her expression softened in a way that made him want to blush again, though he wasn't really sure why. It was so unlike her thinking face that he wondered why he doubted her at all.
"I told you I wouldn't leave without you, right?" she said gently. "Promise."
A few days later, she broke them all out of the Program.
