GJ Commentfic
As I said in my previous post, I wrote some super short Gale/Johanna comment fic for astoria_potter and she requested I put it up here, so... here it is.
“I’m pregnant. It’s yours.”
Gale’s incapable of speech for several long moments, and even then he can only manage to gasp out “What?"
Johanna rolls her eyes and flicks her hair. “I’ve got a bun in the oven.” When he still doesn’t say anything, she frowns. “Okay, I guess you’re the wrong person for that metaphor. Your little arrows,” she wiggles her fingers descriptively, then points one at her stomach. “Caught something.”
“How?” He has to reach for something. He feels like he’s had the wind knocked out of him.
She gets a nasty grin on her face. “Well, when a boy and a girl don’t really get along but are crazy hot for each other, they f-”
“Thanks for clarifying,” he scowls. “What I meant was, how do you know it was me? I mean, we haven’t even… done that… that often.”
She shrugs. “By my count, it was about four times in the last two weeks.”
“Okay, so-”
“Oh, and there was the quickie in that closet on the fourth floor the Friday before last…”
“Alright, but-”
“And before that we christened that side room at the Capital…”
“I get your point, Jo.”
“Come to think of it, there was the train ride there and back as well…”
“JO.”
“Besides,” she finishes. “I haven’t slept with anyone but you for the last three months.”
He’s oddly… touched. Then he remembers that he’s talking to a fucking crazy bitch.
“And you’re sure it’s mine.”
“Last I checked it wasn’t possible to get pregnant through eye contact, so yeah, pretty sure.”
He rubs a hand over his face. “How far along are you?”
“Five weeks. Must have been when you had to visit Five and I tagged along because your ass looked amazing in that suit-”
“I remember,” he says tiredly. And he does. It had taken him about a half an hour to uncross his eyes so he could go greet the public.
Her face grows strangely solemn. “So do you want me to disappear for a while? Don’t worry, I’m not going to broadcast that it’s yours.”
Most of the time, Johanna either makes him want to punch something or rip her clothes off. But sometimes, he wants to make her realize that not everyone is out to get her.
“No,” he says firmly. “No, I want you to stay right here. And I’m going to tell everyone in Panem that you are having my kid, and we’re gonna do this together.”
She looks at him suspiciously. “And you think that’s going to be good for your image?”
“Fuck that,” he says sharply. “It’s my life, not my job. They don’t like it, that sucks for them. You’re carrying my baby. That makes you my family. And I don’t leave my family behind.”
Her eyes flicker slightly, like she’s unsure what to do. Like she’s not accustomed to being cared for. Finally, she utters a soft “thank you,” so quiet he barely hears it. He nods and pulls her into a hug. She’s stiff at first, but then she relaxes and turns her face to his neck.
“You know,” she purrs, “I’m already pregnant. There’s not much harm knocking boots some more can do…”
He just laughs and lifts her up onto the desk before proceeding to blow the trip to Five out of the fucking water.
“I’m pregnant. It’s yours.”
Gale’s incapable of speech for several long moments, and even then he can only manage to gasp out “What?"
Johanna rolls her eyes and flicks her hair. “I’ve got a bun in the oven.” When he still doesn’t say anything, she frowns. “Okay, I guess you’re the wrong person for that metaphor. Your little arrows,” she wiggles her fingers descriptively, then points one at her stomach. “Caught something.”
“How?” He has to reach for something. He feels like he’s had the wind knocked out of him.
She gets a nasty grin on her face. “Well, when a boy and a girl don’t really get along but are crazy hot for each other, they f-”
“Thanks for clarifying,” he scowls. “What I meant was, how do you know it was me? I mean, we haven’t even… done that… that often.”
She shrugs. “By my count, it was about four times in the last two weeks.”
“Okay, so-”
“Oh, and there was the quickie in that closet on the fourth floor the Friday before last…”
“Alright, but-”
“And before that we christened that side room at the Capital…”
“I get your point, Jo.”
“Come to think of it, there was the train ride there and back as well…”
“JO.”
“Besides,” she finishes. “I haven’t slept with anyone but you for the last three months.”
He’s oddly… touched. Then he remembers that he’s talking to a fucking crazy bitch.
“And you’re sure it’s mine.”
“Last I checked it wasn’t possible to get pregnant through eye contact, so yeah, pretty sure.”
He rubs a hand over his face. “How far along are you?”
“Five weeks. Must have been when you had to visit Five and I tagged along because your ass looked amazing in that suit-”
“I remember,” he says tiredly. And he does. It had taken him about a half an hour to uncross his eyes so he could go greet the public.
Her face grows strangely solemn. “So do you want me to disappear for a while? Don’t worry, I’m not going to broadcast that it’s yours.”
Most of the time, Johanna either makes him want to punch something or rip her clothes off. But sometimes, he wants to make her realize that not everyone is out to get her.
“No,” he says firmly. “No, I want you to stay right here. And I’m going to tell everyone in Panem that you are having my kid, and we’re gonna do this together.”
She looks at him suspiciously. “And you think that’s going to be good for your image?”
“Fuck that,” he says sharply. “It’s my life, not my job. They don’t like it, that sucks for them. You’re carrying my baby. That makes you my family. And I don’t leave my family behind.”
Her eyes flicker slightly, like she’s unsure what to do. Like she’s not accustomed to being cared for. Finally, she utters a soft “thank you,” so quiet he barely hears it. He nods and pulls her into a hug. She’s stiff at first, but then she relaxes and turns her face to his neck.
“You know,” she purrs, “I’m already pregnant. There’s not much harm knocking boots some more can do…”
He just laughs and lifts her up onto the desk before proceeding to blow the trip to Five out of the fucking water.