Fandom: 21st Century Fox
Summary: A tidbit, very slightly edited from its inception. It doesn't have a title. "21st Century Fox" is an outstanding Webcomic.
Disclaimer: The characters and situations in this story belong to Scott Kellogg, though this time I do have permission to borrow them. No infringement is intended in any way, and this story is not for profit. Any errors are mine, all mine, no you can't have any.
Spoilers: through 4-03
She surfaced from sleep to the reassuring, muffled noises of the giraffes in the other room. Judging from the laughter and the occasional squeal, they were playing VR games again.
Jenny shook her head until her ears flapped, careful to not disturb Jack, who was curled up around her, warm and musky and comforting. His scent washed away the phantom sensations from her dreams; the rank odor of rage, mixed with the sharp smell of metal and circuits, and the back-of-the-tongue taste of fear.
She shivered, trying to pull away from the dream. Her fur was still ruffled from those last seconds caught in a replay of the worst times. The times when Tora’s fury and contempt had reduced her to a huddled ball on the floor, the times he’d crushed all her self-worth under his cybernetic paws. The times he’d taken a brilliant engineer and stripped her down to a pathetic omega female--and had trained her to do it to herself.
Jenny bared a fang at the memory. It was easy to see what he’d done; it was harder to change her own patterns of thought and behavior. Jack’s gentle gallantry confused her, sometimes, and she would walk into the wolf-laid trap of thinking herself unworthy of his caring. It took so much effort to back out again.
She sighed, and laid her muzzle across Jack’s back. He didn’t wake, but his tail moved ever so slightly, curling more closely around her.
For a moment, her thoughts drifted back to Tora before the crash that had nearly taken his life. He’d been gentler then--still alpha wolf, but without the desperate need to prove himself in such ugly ways. The wolf she’d promised to marry had vanished into viciousness when the surgeons had repaired him.
Jack...Jack was almost the antithesis of Tora. Kind where the wolf was harsh, deferential instead of controlling. The dog-fox was like no one she’d ever met. He was loyal and generous and loved speed as she did, and Jenny would bet dollars to prairie dogs that if one judged him by his friends he was richer than ever Tora was.
The soft ruffle of his breathing was soothing her eyes into closing. Her subconscious had realized Jack’s trustworthiness long ago, Jenny thought with some amusement. She’d never hesitated to fall asleep around him.
It was enough, for now.