Jack took your innocence as stupidity. Seeing you as invalid because you liked to kid around. How you sat, how you dressed, and that damn smile that haunted his already broken sleep pattern.*

Today in the lab you had made one small mistake on a chart. A piece of paper, Jack was already mild tonight.

So instead of telling him you rewrote the entire chart over again. Not only were you smart you were crafty.

“And that is for… what exactly?” He asked, a hand gesturing to the curt you’d been copying for the past five minutes. Raising an eyebrow at you.