Thread: Mass Attraction (Javorcek x ClearSight)

There was a hint that Jack had expected a different reaction from Miranda after her little come on, perhaps having foretold Miranda scurrying off like any other person aboard the ship would have. Unfortunately for her Miranda was neither in the mood to play along nor gave enough thought to Jack to go running off just because she had arrived and decided to infringe on her personal space. That would only go so far of course but a few pinpointed words were enough to satisfy her need for revenge of some sort after the unwanted contact. Then again after she turned around she found her mind lingering, the sight of Jack's hips and cute little ass from her mind. The tattoos didn't ruin or detract from it at all, even her small breasts were adorable and with Miranda unable to control herself after so long without any sexual relief, she just couldn't push the image out of her mind. Even those eyes and lips, innocent and incredibly appealing, even if every time those lips parted they managed to piss Miranda off. It was an interesting reminder that appearance and personality were often not in sync, for Jack that was especially true, her cute body outweighed by that offensive ill-mannered mouth of hers. Then again, Miranda had a feeling Jack could pull of cute in her own special little way, she just wasn't and it was most likely for lack of trying whatsoever, in fact she obviously tried to be tough and unfriendly. Such an example was what happened next, enough to get Miranda scowling as she was forcibly turned to face Jack again. What Jack was saying was true though, Cerberus, even if a rogue group had been the ones conducting the tests, had taken her, but Miranda didn't really give a damn, she had become rather numb as far as empathy went, her own life and work with Cerberus causing her to be rather desensitized. The idea of people suffering didn't have any affect on her, she could shrug it off and allow it to happen if her own goals were met, she could watch innocents die to complete a mission, and while it wasn't something that came naturally she had become quite adept at pushing any emotion she had beneath the surface of her ice cold wall. Something had changed since being with Shepard and the Normandy but she was still far too cold and calculating some times, weighing the lives of people against the mission and finding the mission more important. She had practically been indoctrinated to operate in that way and as much as she still had her own emotions she was no longer impulsive when it came down to it, at least not usually. Jack seemed to evoke that primal impulsive action from her, as if she knew just where to hit or spoke on the perfect frequency to totally ignore that self-control Miranda had built up, to shake the foundations of her cold and calculated manner. One such point was her father, any mention of him, especially from Jack, made Miranda seethe inside and while a lot of times she could keep her calm, as it wasn't the first time someone had brought up her past, with Jack she didn't seem to be able to. So when she was shoved hard against the wall, hard enough for it to hurt she was on the edge. Stronger than me? Just because you have survived getting kicked around doesn't mean you are strong, it means you've been so weak and alone that you've had no choice but to endure and cling on for dear life. You're not strong, hah. She laughed and shook her head, looking deep into Jack's eyes, her eyes holding a fire that was usually instead a cold glare. In fact you're probably the weakest person aboard this ship, the little girl, the one who bitches and moans about everything and just can't get over it. You've been living your whole life blaming others and being proud of your failure to succeed and let me tell you something, nobody gives a fuck. Miranda didn't truly mean it but she wanted to hurt Jack right back, hit her where it hurt even if a part of her was constantly impressed by Jack's strength, her ability to adapt and survive, and her skills developed through pure willpower over a long course of time. Yet she went on, words spilling venomously from her mouth, And sure I've been given these genes, made an experiment and exploited as a child, but do you hear me bitching about it? No, because I accepted what was done to me, got away from the piece of shit who used me, and became what I am today. And let me make something abundantly clear girl, I work harder than almost everyone on this ship despite my 'natural advantages'. She snarled as she took a few steps forward, though she didn't push or throw a punch, attempt to physically assault Jack in any way, she merely leaned in and whispered in Jack's ear, her hot breath spilling across the younger woman's skin. I do have something you need to think about though. If you claim that the hardships you endured made you into who you are today. Made you strong. Then you can thank Cerberus, because if we are responsible for what happened to you we are also responsible for the 'badass' you've become as well. I suppose you're welcome... Subject Zero. Miranda leaned back with a smirk on her face. If Jack wanted to claim Cerberus was responsible she should realize it also meant they were responsible for her strength, the part of her she was most proud of, the part of her she never would have achieved without being Subject Zero. However she had gone too far and if she hadn't been so mad she would probably have stopped herself before going so far, usually pushing the very edge between pissing Jack off and causing her to blow up. She gave a small Hmph before shaking her head, not turning around and instead just watching Jack, wondering if this would be enough for the woman to leave her alone, though part of her had a feeling Jack would have plenty more to say, Miranda was just trying to decide if staying was even worth the trouble, and it probably wasn't. In fact, as much as she wanted to stay and not give Jack the satisfaction she was already over the bullshit and took a deep breath. Not worth my time. She muttered, beginning to walk past Jack, about to simply leave her to her thoughts.