Notes: This is the first of these prompts, from the wonderful Xobit.
Warnings: Implied violence
The First
Jamie hummed softly as she cut up
the vegetables for the stir fry. She hadn't had time to cook lately, work had
been overly busy considering it wasn't the Holiday season yet. Unfortunately,
she sighed, Christmas decorations were already up in the stores an dit wasn't
even Halloween yet. She had gotten a call from her friend, Tiffany asking if
she wanted to have dinner. Jamie had agreed, but only if she was cooking. She
still remembered the first time that Tiffany had tried to cook.
She didn't think it was possible to
start a fire with water. But somehow her good friend had done it. She was
banned from the kitchen for life.
Tiffany had been just as busy as
her. Running an amusement park took a lot of work after all. But Tiff thrived
under the pressure, she loved the chaotic happiness of tourists coming to their
city for the first time or for the fiftieth time. Jamie was just glad that she
had an office job dealing with numbers instead of people. Numbers were easy and
predictable, people were... not. But this just meant that she and Tiffany were
unable to see each other for the last month. Tiffany worried that Jamie was
becoming too anti-social... Jamie worried that Tiffany was going to drive a
go-cart off a cliff.
Jamie flicked her golden brown hair
behind her ear and flipped the stir fry in the pan. Emerald green eyes glanced
at the clock. Tiffany was supposed to be here in an hour, but there was no
doubt in her mind that the red head would be rudely early as she always was.
She turned down the burner and undid
her apron, and the bell rang. Jamie stifled a grin as she opened it. Tiffany at
least was predictable... in an unpredictable way.
"Jamie!" leaf green eyes
flashed by as Jamie was engulfed in a giant hug. "I'm so glad to see you!
I was worried that you'd become a shut it with no one around. I had nightmares
that you were just staring at numbers all day long and you slowly decayed and
became a gray blob-"
Jamie rolled her eyes. "It's
good to see you again too Tiff." She pulled the red head into the house
and shut the door.
"-But Odette said I was just
being silly, not that she ever really pays attention to what I'm saying. She's
too busy looking at Logan. I was being serious too, it was really weird
too!"
Jamie placed a plate down in front
of Tiffany and frowned. “What’s weird?” she asked. The red head huffed and
frowned.
“Weren’t you listening? It’s my
phone- it… I called the company, but-“ Jamie frowned as she listened. Tiffany
hardly ever stuttered. “I found this strange screen. It keeps popping up every
few minutes. It has my name, all my likes, my birthday- you know basic
information – but it also has my work, and it’s recording my heartbeat…”
“What?” Jamie leaned closer as
Tiffany got out her phone. The brunette’s heart had started beating quickly. On
Tiffany’s screen was her heartbeat and her location. Jamie’s house. “Tiff you
called the company?” she asked panicking. “Why?”
Tiffany looked at her innocently. “Was
that the wrong thing to do?”
Jamie opened her lips to yell, ‘yes
it was!’, but she was never able to. Suddenly everything around them went
deathly silent. Jamie lay on her side never noticing how she had gotten there.
She groaned and rolled onto her back. Her ears began ringing and she heard screaming.
Tiffany’s screaming.
“Please remain calm,” murmured an
emotionless voice. “You will be re-assimilated momentarily.” Jamie blinked her
emerald eyes trying to clear them. “The First wish you a good day.”
She watched blurrily as Tiffany was carted out
of the room, before everything went black.
