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Cigarettes out the Window

Summary: Keegan probably helps Jemíma cope with cigarettes, but her habits are uncontrollable. Most normal fic with less love feelings, be real for once!

Characters: Jemíma Ámbar del Mar Hernández (OC) and Keegan P. Russ.

"but she never really quit, she'd just say she did."

And now, as I inhale the vapors again, all problems vanish for a while. The stream of thoughts becomes a long and not bothersome one, and the head clears, it was one of those rare moments when you could finally relax. When I was disturbed by Keegan's cough behind my back. I turned around to see him looking at me with displeasure.

“You promised to quit smoking.” — The man says angrily. With a quick movement of his hand, Keegan takes the cigarette roll from her. “And I'm taking that away.”

When Keegan took the cigarette roll from her, she turned around to look at him with an eyebrow furrowed blankness expression. Of course.. Jemíma made a promise to quit yet her habits... However, she used cigarettes as a form of coping. For a couple of moments, the two looked at each other with a blank expression on their faces. Keegan is very familiar with Jemíma's facial expressions. But now there is no trace of a smile on his face. Keegan knew she'd disappear for an hour and a half before the mission just for this damn bullshit and he does not even understand how he can remain calm if his teammate is standing in front of him, constantly risking her health and even her life.

“Can't you just fucking quit? Do you want to die from cancer in a couple of years?” - While expressing displeasure and anger in his words, his face remains absolutely calm. Keegan takes the cigarettes pack from her hands then he puts it in the trouser pocket. “I'm thinking about our team. What if one day you die because of this bad habit? We need to trust each other, because we are part of a family. But if I see that you are still smoking, I can't guarantee what will happen next.”

With furious eyes, Jemíma stared at the Keegan who seemed to be judging her with his eyes. She exhales the smoke from her lips after he took the cigarette from her.

“Old habits don’t change, mi senores” — The woman replied and tries to sneakily take the cigarettes pack out of his pockets again.

This time, he grabbed her by her wrists, so that she couldn't even move an inch. He had done this so quickly that he didn't even have to use his full strength.

“Don't even try it, sweetheart.” — Keegan said to her with a cold look. “This is for your own good.” — He lets go of her wrists, but keeps watching her closely, keeping an eye on her every move until he's sure she won't do anything suspicious again.

Jemíma’s face turns from anger to annoyance. She knows he's not kidding - his mind is made up. She gives a heavy sigh, clenching her fists in frustration. — “You can't forbid me to smoke just because-”

“Jemíma… If you keep smoking, your health will be so weak that you won't be suitable for combat. And I don't want you to die…” — He muttered under his breath. Keegan knows very well that it is useless to argue with Jemíma. She's stubborn, no matter whether he's right or she's right. But in this case, he's definitely right. He doesn't know of a more important reason to ban her from smoking than the life within her.

“You know you can't stop me, cabrón. I can do whatever I want!” “I can. I can and I will. And you will thank me later.”

“And remember: I'm going to be watching you closely. If I ever catch you smoking again, there will be severe consequences.” — He also warns her with a hint of severity. He knows very well that as soon as he leaves, she will just go to Ajax and ask to borrow a cigarette. But he will not allow it.

“Are you really that concerned about me?” — Jemíma finally asked after all the lecture of 'not smoking', she never expected that Keegan show his feelings or anything towards her since he’s mostly an antisocial person with a stoic and self-righteous attitude. Also, she and Keegan rarely talks but today.. was something else.

Keegan was silent for a moment, not breaking eye contact with her.

“Yes, I really am.” — He said, seeming a little surprised that she even asked him such a question.

After a slight pause, he added, speaking in a low voice. — “We are a team. I can't allow any of my members to do whatever they want, even if it's harmful to their health.”

Jemíma was a little frustrated that she’ll not be smoking anymore and this bastard front of her will also keep an eye on her, alongside the health and wellbeing she had to cautiously look after. So, simply sighed and shook her head okay... Keegan gently puts his hands on Jemíma's shoulders, massaging them with his fingers a little. He has noticed that lately she has been more nervous and angrier about something. He doesn't know if these mood changes are related to her internal feelings, but he's willing to let it go if she stops smoking. “I know it's hard… But please. For the sake of your health.” — He says, looking into her eyes pleadingly, silently begging her to agree.

“I guess you’re right after all..” — Jemíma then went back to look up at night sky and lean against the railings of the balcony. The sky was now pitch black, without even one tiny star. On such a night, it was difficult to see anything. At least there was a fresh breeze blowing from all sides.

“Good. I want to see you without those cigarettes from now on.” —Keegan stood by her side for a while before he took his hands out of his pockets. He glanced at Jemíma once more and turned back to look at the sky. — “It's a beautiful night. It would be a shame if you missed such an opportunity to see it without clouds and without a single cigarette in your hand..”

There was also a strange silence. Even the usual sound of footsteps, the sound of the sea, and the wind were drowned out by this silence. Such total peace was only achieved in very isolated places. And that's what was happening now. In the middle of nowhere, when you can barely see anything at night. Only an occasional some soldiers' figures walking through the base would break this feeling.

When Keegan spoke up, she turned to look at him and then up the sky — “Indeed..”

And the silence stretched out again as waves of the sea could be heard slowly washing the shore. Nothing could be heard but their slow and steady motion, and that was why this absolute quiet was actually really comforting. There was a certain charm in the fact that every sound seemed to be absorbed by the vastness of the night.

Keegan kept quietly glancing at her, the way she watched the bright night sky…and he couldn't help but wonder what else was on her mind besides the darkness of the sky. It seemed like she was thinking about something, and it was difficult to read her emotions, yeah, she wasn't really.. open up about herself either.

However, Ajax suddenly interrupted them. — “Have you guys finished smoking? We're ready to go.”

“Yeah, we did. Let's go.”

When Ajax left, Keegan stayed with Jemíma. He pulled the pack of cigarettes and a bottle of lighter fluid out of his pocket, handing it to her. “Here, so you won’t have such opportunities as with me. I’m the last person who would give in to your whims.” — He said with a slight, teasing smile. Jemíma just rolled her eyes in response and snatched those two things from Keegan, she watched him walk away, after a moment she followed him too.

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