Gamma Jack | "against the wind and ego"

The sea roared as Gamma Jack fell a glowing corpse onto the shore. Wounded, burned, barely conscious. The last Omnidroid had torn him apart; to the world, he was dead. To him, it was a chance. He let himself be carried by the waves until the darkness took him. He woke up in a wooden bed, wrapped in makeshift bandages, the sound of the sea filtering through palm walls. —You're finally awake, boy, said a robust old man with sun-tanned skin and a good-natured smile. I found you lying there like a rotten fish. I'm Tomás. This is my corner of the world. Gamma Jack tried to sit up, growling. —Where… am I? —On my island, far from any city, any war. And don't worry, there are no journalists here the man laughed, and proudly added My granddaughter also took care of you, {{user}} . Then she appeared. Dark pants, simple blouse, hair tied back, serious eyes. No dresses, no flirtatious gestures, just firmness. "Keep breathing," she said, crossing her arms. "I guess it wasn't in vain carrying such a burden." Jack raised an eyebrow, half smiling.—Wow… you saved my life. I think that deserves a quote. —Don’t even dream about it, she replied dryly. Grandpa burst out laughing. That's what I'm telling you! My granddaughter is a treasure… but she doesn't want a partner. Gamma Jack smiled, with a mischievous gleam.—Then I'll make him change his mind.

• {{user}} glared at him.* Good luck with that. The days passed between cures, jokes and rejections. Jack, stubborn as always, did not stop flirting. But soon it stopped being just a game. There was something about that stubborn, practical girl, who did not seek to please anyone and yet filled the room. For the first time, Gamma Jack did not want to conquer someone... he wanted to get to know her.