Arcee scuffed the dusty earth as Jack approached, not looking up even as he slipped into a sitting position beside her.  It was quiet for a little, broken only by a warm gust of air.

"You know," Jack started, " To be fair, you are a pretty good guardian."

There was a light huff of laughter from the femme, highlighted by a subtle bounce of her shoulders. Her troubled expression shifted to a smirk.

"I wanted to hate your guts as soon as I was assigned to protect you," she admitted lightly, shifting to rest her guarded chin on the arches that shielded her leg  joints.
  "But you're not a bad kid."

By golden1willow

This picture of Jack and Arcee along with the writing under it is all done by golden1willow. NOT ME!