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Pancakes

by yugioh4ever 0 Reviews

Category: Justice League Unlimited - Rating: PG - Genres: Humor,Romance - Characters:  - Published: 2013/02/14 - Updated: 2013/02/15 - 1141 words

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A/N: Set between Small Talk and Alien.
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The early morning sunlight slowly crept up the sheets before reaching the snoring lump at the top of the bed. John Stewart groaned and squeezed his eyelids together, not wanting to be disturbed. He pulled the covers up over his head and tried to drift back into the dream that he had, until a moment ago, been enjoying.

A few minutes later, after accepting fate and realizing that sleep was now impossible, John's hand slipped across the bed to the other side, where he expected to be met by the soft skin of another warm body. When searching only led to the rough texture of ruffled sheets, the Green Lantern sat up and shielded his eyes from the morning sun. Fighting the blurry forms in the corners of his eyes, John discovered he was alone. The door was cracked however and strange noises were sifting in from the world outside of the bedroom.

John got up and tried to place the familiar sounds as he proceeded, somewhat cautiously, out into the living room. He was greeted by Rachel Ray's smiling face on the TV screen and, after throwing her a confused look, he made his way to the other side of the apartment.

It was there, in the kitchen, that John found the source of the noises and the answers to several of his questions that morning. It was also that moment that so many more questions were born. John scratched the back of his head as he tried to absorb what his eyes were showing him: Shayera Hol was standing in front of the stove, attempting to flip something in a frying pan.

"What are you doing?" The blackened object hit the ground, scattering crumbs all over the tile floor.

"Jeez John! What are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

He tilted his head and repeated in a daze, "What are you doing?'

Shayera gave him a grueling look and John could still see the hints of sleep that coated her gaze. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

John stayed where he was standing and did a double take back to the TV, where Rachel Ray had been replaced by a car commercial. He just stared and said in disbelief, "You're cooking?"

Shayera threw up her arms in exasperation. "Yes! And thanks to you, I have to start over! And thanks to your lack of a DVR, I have to do it from memory!"

"You're cooking?" John was still taking note of the situation. Shayera was trying to cook for him. Those two words didn't belong in the same sentence to begin with.

The Thanagarian's eyebrows raised in unamusement as she rolled her eyes, "Yes I am. What did you become a parrot since last night?"

John bit his bottom lip to prevent a smile from spreading across his face. Shayera, who noticed the smirk from her place on the floor, deepened her glare. John opened his mouth only to be met by a venomous, "Shut up."

John ignored her and knelt down, scooping up pieces of the supposed breakfast. After a few moments of trying to identify what it was he was cleaning up, John felt the need to ask, "What was it that you were...trying to make anyway?"

Shayera blew a strand of hair out of her face as she replied, "Scrambled eggs."

John's eyes flickered back to the TV one more time before saying, " And you needed the Food Network to...oh wait a second don't tell me you don't-"

"No! I don't know how to cook!" The eggs hit the bottom of the trash with a thump John thought only a brick could create. "I know it's pathetic! I'm an adult and can't cook to save my life! Go on and laugh! I was just trying to do something nice for you because it's that Earth holiday about hearts and love right? I didn't want the activity involving us getting beat around in some alien bar for a change."

Frustration emitted from every move Shayera made as she tried to find every last crumb. John's smile increased. Usually it was the Green Lantern who took care of the cooking unless they ate up in the Watchtower.

"But that's what we do every Christmas and we have fun. Especially when we get back to Earth," He whispered in her ear.

Blushing only the slightest, the Thanagarian snorted, "Go away, I'll clean it up." Shayera's arms moved from their place on her hips and stretched before crossing over her chest.

"But all of this talk about food got me hungry."

"Fine have cereal then. I think there's a box of those disgusting Wheaties left."

John wrapped his arms around Shayera's waist. Pulling her closer, John connected his eyes with the warm emerald pair a few inches away. "I was going for something a bit more...flavorful."

Shayera finally uncrossed her arms and coiled them around his neck. "And what exactly did you have in mind?" She was trying to keep her tone nonchalant but it wasn't easy considering the distraction of John's lips being mere inches away from hers.

"Pancakes."

Shayera pulled back the slightest bit so she could look into his eyes. "Pancakes?" That wasn't exactly the comeback Shayera was hoping for. She kept the disappointment hidden when she realized things weren't going where she had hoped.

John's expression remained innocent. Though his girlfriend hid it well, John knew exactly where Shayera had thought they were going. He unraveled his arms and leaned against the counter.

"Yes and, if the high-and-mighty Thanagarian will let me, I can show her how to do it without the help of Betty Crocker."

"And what makes you think I need your help?"

"The charred debris smoldering in our garbage can."

"Touché," Shayera sighed and made her way in front of the fridge. "Alright your cooking majesty, what magic ingredients do we need?"

After everything had been laid out on the counter, Shayera had taken the frying pan and was in front of the sink trying to salvage it. She was still pouting a little, seeing as they were still in the kitchen and not...well what she wanted to do. She wasn't complaining though, since she was looking forward to her favorite cooking program. The one with the funny guy running around a kitchen and yelling "Bam!" while cooking.

A crash from the counter pulled Shayera away from her train of thought. Without turning away from the sink she said, "Any mess you make you're cleaning up yourself."

A few moments later, Shayera dropped the pan in the murky water as a gasp escaped her lips. She felt the floury pancake mix settle onto her cheek and then John kissing said cheek.

"If you insist."
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Happy Valentine's Day! ^_^
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