The Rookie: (Jett Fillmore X human OC) GOAT Fan fiction on Wattpad and A03, Written By Arm0da (Part Two)
Adam's POV
I was unaware that the black panther was eyeing me, her yellow feline gaze fixed on me.
The black panther sometimes looked at me and would occasionally focus on her driving, hoping to reach a place where she could help me stay.
But that was never expected to be her home, at least that's what I assumed when we started to slow down on a dirt road and saw an extremely fancy kind of house, sure like and geometric rectangular and box-like with glass windows, and modern for something that was part of the fancy architecture, which I assumed was some kind of LB (aka Lucky Bastard).
She came to a stop at a rooftop garage, a very modern one that looked to be built into and with the house. She came to a stop, then turned off the car and forced herself to take my full attention on her. She then turned to me at the same time as I did.
"...Look, I know we just met, but you seem like the kind of...whatever you are that's been through a lot, and... I want to help." The black panther said her confession was blunt, straightforward, and unexpected.
A brief silence ensued between the two of us, looking at each other.
I was sure to say what she had told me, the only thing that came out of my mouth was, "...Thank you."
She gave me a small smile, then nodded. "...Of course." She opened the driver's door and looked over at me. "You coming?" the black panther asked.
Without hesitating, I opened the door and got out of the front passenger seat.
She just waited as I got in, but then I realized my coat was soaking wet and had soiled the passenger seat from me sitting on it.
I looked at her with a worried glance, and she cocked her head in confusion. She was unaware of what was wrong, so I spoke to clarify, "Sorry, I think my coat soaked the passenger seat. Sorry about that."
She didn't seem that worried. She just shrugged it off and said, "It's okay, no harm done," casually.
Feeling relieved by her response and reassured that she meant what she said, I followed her up a flight of steps, and she pulled out a key that opened her door.
Once she inserted it into the lock of her door, she turned it counterclockwise and heard a mechanical click. She reached for the knob and opened it without aggression, just with ease.
As she opened the door, the inside was pitch-black, so she went to a light switch that was just around the door from the right-hand side, and she actually pressed a button on one of the controls. Then the whole house lit up at ease.
The house's colors reminded me a little of the Black Panther aesthetic, and it looked like a sanctuary to her.
And the furniture in the place reminded me of something you see in an IKEA magazine, or in those blue-yellow buildings where IKEA takes place.
At that moment, the whole place lit up, revealing the beauty waking in as she did, and I just stood where I was, marveling at the house's interior and amazed at how amazing this place was.
She heard me as I observed, and I was still wearing my hoodie. She didn't want to push any boundaries, but she was eager to see what I really looked like.
She set her keys in a bowl that lay on a piece of furniture that was probably worth more than her life.
"Before we start, I think it would be better if we introduce one another. I'm Jett," she said, extending a hand to me.
I looked from her paw to her face, and then I brought my small hand to hers, and she envied the size of her black, paw-like hand.
"Gosh, his hand is so soft and gentle and...squishy," she thought in her mind.
When I was able to see, she had the paw cushion in her hand like paws.
That was when her ears perked up when I said my name as well.
"Adam."
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Adam," Jett said, her tone gentle, as a small smile rose upon her face.
Likewise, I said, smiling as well, but something happened when I smiled.
Jett looked at me for a moment, still holding my hand with her mighty grip. The black panther was holding my hand for a little too long; she shook her head and cleared her throat, letting go of it.
*Clears throat*, "Sorry, I'm assuming you want a fresh change of clothes?" she asked, trying to change the subject from a strange yet unexpected handshake greeting.
"Uh, sure, if that's not a bother."
She leaned to one side, her paws on her hips, giving me a slightly annoyed gaze. But that wasn't when she leaned in close, inches from my face, down to my level.
I was surprised and worried I might have offended her.
"I wouldn't have offered you clothes if it wasn't a bother."
She just rolled her yellow feline eyes at my strange expression as I gave her a thumbs-up.
"Anyway, the bathroom is over there. I'll come over and hand you your clothes once you're cleaned up. Also, you can use the shower. Seriously, you might need it." Jett said as she walked to the repurposed place where she was going to get me some clothes. I found the bathroom. I saw her tail sway a little bit, but I just shook my head, ignoring what I saw as just a fluke.
Once in the bathroom and closing the door behind me, I was able to undress myself, being able to find a towel and be able to set my duffel bag on the marble fancy marble black polished floor and opened the shower and to look for the knob to turn the water on, but to see that it was operated by a touch digital solid waterproof tablet that was built in front under the overhead of a square-shaped shower head.
Looking at the tablet, I understood the interface. Pressing one of the shower cycle icons on the screen, I began cleaning myself up, noticing that the shower head had a water-and-soap mix.
Jett's POV
Finding clothes that would fit Adam was a challenge, so I decided to retrieve some old clothes from my closet to help him out for now. I wasn't entirely sure why I felt compelled to assist him. Still, something about him told me he was different, but I didn't know why I would do this for someone, because this never happened to me before, ever.
"Sigh, why am I doing this?"
"I know he's a stranger, but he looked so...innocent."
Finding a pair of grey shorts suitable for Adam to wear and a t-shirt with a thorns logo, I put them in the wash and waited until they were ready. Thankfully, the washing system was quick and efficient.
After 15 minutes, they were washed and dried. When they were clean and dry, I pulled them out of the dryer, folded them, and walked out of the laundry room to the bathroom, where Adam was getting cleaned up.
I walked over to where he was taking his shower.
My fine nose twitched at the scent of him, and I assumed he was going to smell strange. Still, he was, but somehow I felt strong enough to smell him; he smelled of some kind of tree and... campfires. The smell of him came from the shower.
I've never smelled something like that. That was when I heard the shower stop and knocked on the door. "Adam?"
"Yes?"
"I have some clothes for you. I'll just leave them outside the door."
"Thank you!"
"You're welcome." I set the clothes out by the door and walked off. Entering the living room, I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV to provide background noise.
While I was heading to the kitchen to find some food, the first thing I saw was a potential microwave pack, and I thought Adam would need one.
While working on the food, I perked up my ears and heard a small set of footsteps, and I turned to see what Adam truly was without the hoodie. My eyes were wide as I could see what he was.
He was wearing the clothes I gave him and holding what looked like a duffel bag.
He looked like a monkey but... different altogether.
Realizing I was staring, I broke the stare and asked, "What's up?"
He seemed unaware of my staring, so he responded to my question.
"I was wondering where you want me to put my wet clothes," Adam asked.
I stared at him for quite some time, unsure how to respond or what to make of his physical appearance. His physical appearance was... alien to me.
But, wanting to let my judgment affect him, I shook my head and spoke to him.
Rushing over, I walked up to him and took the clothes. "Don't worry about it. I got it."
Adam's POV
"Oh, okay...thank you, Jett."
She smiled and walked away, leaving me in the kitchen and living room. I looked to see that the TV was on, talking about what appeared to be called Roarball.
"Huh, looks like they have similar technology like in my world," I muttered. I looked around, and, to pass, I did see a few posters of Jett, who was wearing what looked like a basketball jersey with the name 'Thorns' on it, and that she was some kind of basketball player. And that she was marked as 'New Queen' on a few of the posters.
Looking at the posters, I never expected Jett to watch me look at them. She came up, which made me jump slightly, and she raised her hand, surprised and concerned, in her frightened, nameless eyes. "Whoa, sorry, I didn't mean to jump scare you."
"Pfff, nooo, you didn't scare me," I said in a lying, and yet ever so slightly joking tone.
She crossed her arms in front of her chest, an amused or unexpressed teasing look forming in her eyes, a smug smirk on her lip as she looked down at me.
"Oh really?" Jett asked, looking down at me with a look I never expected from her.
So I played on with her teasing, "Yes, really." I said, in utter disbelief and unprincipled confidence, which made me feel all uneasy about where this was going. Still, I chose to play along just because it was fun.
But that soon became too much when she rolled her eyes and walked off, "Heh, whatever," she said teasingly.
She then gestured to her posters and asked, "So..." She trailed off. Jett looked to me as she walked by and followed her back to the kitchen.
We stopped at an island table in the middle of the kitchen, and with that, I sat in one of the chairs by the table and set my duffel bag on the floor.
"So...what?" I asked, wondering what she was trying to deface or crack by starting a conversation with me that would be plausible for both of us to discuss.
"... I was wondering if...do you play Roarball?"
I looked at her, confused. I looked at her, dead in tears, eyes clueless about what she was talking about.
She waited for my response before she turned to look at what she was doing by putting a meal in a microwave, putting in the time for it to cook, and turned around to face me, a confused expression on her face, and looking back at me, "Wait, you don't know what Roarball is, do you?"
"No, but I'm assuming it's a type of sport?" I asked.
"Well, you're not wrong. Roarball is a sport, yes, but it is sort of dedicated to animals that compete in the most dangerous courts in the world." She said triumphantly, and yet also passingly, and that's when it clicked in my head.
"Wait, so you play Roarball?" I asked about putting the pieces together.
Jett looked away, losing her gaze on me, shyly looking a bit embarrassed or something, and I wasn't sure what she was feeling from when I asked her that question.
"Heh, isn't it that obvious?" she asked. Her gaze returned to me.
And so I made a pinch of paint with my two fingers, my thumb and index finger, and said, "A little bit."
That made her smile and even laugh a little, seeing her embarrassment wash away. She actually laughed, not fake, an actual, genuine laugh.
"Oh man, I haven't had a laugh like that since...well...ever." Jet said.
"Well, I'm glad that I was able to make you laugh," I said, smiling up at her. She returned my smile.
We looked at one another for a moment; it lasted for quite some time, but before anything weird or unexpected could happen between the two of them, they went to bed. Then Jett pulled out the meal with her hands.
"Here," she said, handing me the email.
"I wasn't sure what you wanted or what you ate, so I wanted to make sure you wanted it."
"Thank you, Jett. No, this is actually perfect."
"Good, I'm glad to hear that."
As I was digging in, taking a bite, and savoring the flavor, I closed my eyes, and this was something I never expected to eat.
At that moment, I opened my eyes to see Jett leaning on the edge of the island and to see her paws under her chin. Her eyes were low and mellow, and she was looking at me in a way I wanted to extend and to see her tail swaying behind her, in a slow-motion kind of way.
Her eyes were clear as she looked at me.
"Uh, are you okay?" I asked, trying to break the conversational ice.
She blinked for a minute until she realized what she was doing and cleared her throat. Jett stood back to her full height, looking more serious yet curious, wondering what she would do next.
"Oh! Yeah, I was wondering...I know this is sudden, and I can't hold back from asking, but what are you?"
To be continued
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