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Not My Image
Not An Agent (Jenny Shepard)
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NCIS Masterlist
Not My Image
Not An Agent (Jenny Shepard)
(Kate Todd)
(Ziva David)
(Abby Sciuto)
(Ellie Bishop)
Thunder and Lightning
Davey x Kelly!Reader
A/N: The newsies fics are making their comeback ladies and gentlemen! This pairing was requested by @imboredandneedwritingprompts and the ‘plot’ was inspired by a massive storm we had recently where I live and I realised just how much I love thunderstorms. It’s fluffy, it’s long and I live to forever serve my readers. Just to let you know that the fic continues after the keep reading sign. Just wanted to make that clear cos I managed to cut it right where a decent ending would be and it might be misleading and the best part is after the cut and I need to stop rambling on to let you read the fic. Ok. Oh, and thank you to my little reader for reading yet another one of my fics. You have no idea how much I appreciate you. Enjoy reading. Moose :)
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“What you doing up here, squirt?”
You jumped, not expecting to hear a voice from behind you, “W-what?”
“You know this is MY penthouse, right?” Jack laughed, climbing over the last ladder rung onto the roof, placing himself down next to you, your feet dangling over the edge of the building. He threw the blanket he had brought up with him over your legs, shuffling up next to you so he could share the blanket with you.
“You’ve shared everything with me since I was born…since when did that stop?” You teased, wrapping your arms around yourself as the bitter wind made you shiver.
“Apparently, never” he laughed, copying you in staring at the sky, watching as the streaks of light flashed through the sky, shortly followed by a loud crash of thunder. He looked down at you, noticing you stare at the sky in awe, “I don’t get it”
“What?”
“When you were a baby, you used to be afraid of storms…when did you grow up?”
“When I had to,” you said plainly, “When they took Dad”
Jack looked at you shocked, almost offended, “Huh?”
“I mean, don’t get me wrong. You’ve done great raising me and all, but…you’re just as much a child as I am, Jack” you breathed deeply when another crash of thunder rang through the air, “We both had to grow up…too quickly”
“Well, you and me, kid…we’re going to get out of here”
“Yeah” you laughed, “Course we are”
“No, no I mean it, Y/N. We’re going to escape far away from here, to this place called Santa Fe”
“Santa Fe” you repeated, watching as the lightning flew across the dark sky, the stars faintly appearing.
“As soon as I get enough money, we’re going home” he smiled, wrapping his arms around you as the thunder approved.
Jack kept his promise. Well, to an extent. The thunder crashed, just as it had 5 years previously. You sat and waited for Jack and return to collect you, but as he explained in his letters, you knew he couldn’t get the money to do so. He had left, not long after the strike had settled and the newsies had won their battle, to go and live his dream in Santa Fe. He said he would stay until there was enough for the two of you to go, but you begged him to go, saying that you would only be happy if he was, so he kissed you goodbye and climbed on that train to Santa Fe. That wasn’t to say you weren’t happy - you lived with your family in New York, making your keep by selling papers to the upper glass gentlemen that looked down upon you daily. You also spent all your spare time with your boyfriend, Davey, who landed a job at the local council after his time with the newsies. Nothing too big yet, but he made the money to not only support his family weekly but also to rent his own apartment, where you spent most of your time. You promised the newsies you would stay until your 18th birthday in the lodging house, when you would then move in with Davey, supposing you two were still together. You hoped so, because-
“Y/N!”
The loud shout from the top of the ladder made you scream. It was no louder than the thunder that echoed through the night, but the sudden cry from Davey’s lips made you shake in fear.
“Davey?”
“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?”
You stuttered, not sure what to think fo the soaked boy storming towards you angrily, “I-I-I just-“
“Y/N, you're soaking! What are you doing outside in the middle of the rain?!” He shrugged off his coat, wrapping it around your shoulders as his hair dripped on your forehead.
“I-er…thunderstorm” you pointed up towards the sky, unable to form a sentence from the combination of shock and pre-hyperthermia, only just realising how cold it was outside when the warmth had finally wrapped around your shoulders.
“Yes!” He laughed, still somewhat mad at you, “You’re out in the middle of a thunderstorm with not nearly enough clothes on…I mean…what exactly are you wearing? Pants and a…a linen shirt? No vest? No coat? No hat or gloves? Have you gone mad?”
“Probably” you scoffed, looking back over the city as the lightning flashed across the sky repeatedly.
“Please, come back inside…to the warmth” he begged, pointing back towards the ladder.
“No…no I’m not moving” you stated firmly.
“Y/N, please. Don’t make me drag you” he joked, although you could feel a sense of seriousness in his voice.
“Davey, you can argue with me all you want, but I am not moving” you glared, the thunder backing you in perfect timing as you finished your sentence. You saw Davey flinch at the sound before he looked back down at you with pity in his eyes. His clothes were soaked through and his shirt had become see-through with the pouring rain.
“Y/N, I’m not going to ask you again”
“And I’m not going to tell you again!” You reinforced.
Davey opened his mouth to speak back, the rain becoming a singular noise to fill the silence between the two of you, but he decided against his better judgment to argue with you. Huffing, he turned back on you and made his way back to the ladder, stopping briefly before descending back down into the warmth of the dorms.
“What is with her?!” Davey huffed, shaking his hair like a wet dog all across the wooden floor.
“She up on the roof again?” Race asked, toying with his cigar between his teeth.
“Sorry, a-again?” Davey asked, grabbing a towel from the heater by the bathroom, wrapping it around his shoulders to find some warmth in his damp clothes.
“She does it a lot. Always when there’s a storm out” Crutchie added, leaning against the bed where Race was sat.
“Not always” Davey laughed, realising that neither Crutchie or Race were joking, “Surely? I mean…she’s not up there a lot”
“Well thunderstorms aren’t exactly common in New York now, are they?” Race laughed, nudging Crutchie who also giggled along with him.
“She always sits up there? In the middle of a storm?” He asked, still confused as to what he was not understanding.
“It’s something the Kelly’s always used to do together. Jack and Y/N would sit up there and watch the storm until it passed over. It’s just something they both really liked. When Y/N was a baby, thunderstorms calmed her down somehow and she’s loved it ever since. Well…that’s what Jack used to tell me” Crutchie shrugged, “I guess she’s missing Jack a lot today”
“She always misses Jack” Davey sighed, “I just wish she would come back in and not freeze to death out there”
“You’re not getting her back in” Race laughed, “No way. We’ve all tried to every storm there’s been since Jack left”
“Jack only left a couple years ago” Elmer butted in.
“Yes, thank you for that, Elmer. Don’t butt into conversations you ain’t a part of!” Race shoved him away, throwing a pillow towards him for good measure.
“I know you don’t like the fact that she’s sat there in the rain…but I don’t think you want her sat up there alone either, do you, Dave?” Crutchie raised his eyebrow.
Davey sighed, nodding his head, “Does anyone have an umbrella?”
So I’m writing a Davey x OC fanfic and the character is jacks little sister and her name is rose and do you see the problem with this because I did not.