Ooh, I like the idea of Wyatt/Jessica. Most of these came out friendshippy, but can be read as pre-het too :D
(And now I'm wishing I had changed some of the AU options, because seriously, there's only so much interesting content I can think of about cops/firefighters...)
01. Wild West
She rides into town on a boxcar from Dallas, with the clothes on her back, four dollars to her name, and presumably one hell of a tale that she ain't no ways about to share.
Wyatt doesn't have much more, to tell the truth. But he does have a spare bit of floor, and folks like them got to stick together.
02. Cyberpunk
"But you can call me msjwilly."
"The msjwilly? Who cracked the Newsnet d-base?"
"Yeah, that was me. What about it?"
"I just thought...you were a guy," says Wyatt, in what must be the least smooth move in the history of motion.
Jessica rolls her eyes. "This keeps happening! I don't understand why! Does the 'Ms.' not tip people off?"
"Uh, I don't know about anyone else, but I think I was focusing on the 'willy'."
03. Shapeshifters
When Wyatt confesses to still being kind of bummed that he and Jon can no longer be beard brothers, Jessica reworks her jaw structure and walks around with a full Garibaldi for a week.
04. Pirates
They're curled up on Jessica's couch, her laptop open across her knees, BitTorrent humming merrily away.
"You know," says Wyatt, "when you said 'piracy', I was at least expecting to get a fancy hat."
05. ...In SPACE!!
When the Federation starship Daily loses track of Wyatt among an unexplored civilization that hasn't made first contact, Jessica insists on leading the search party. If the local culture turns out to be hostile, she wants to get in a few punches personally.
They find Wyatt on a throne.
It's not a hostile culture. It is, however, a culture where one's prominence and prestige are entirely determined by the magnificence of one's beard. And all the aliens have way straight hair.
"Fine, I'll go," says Wyatt, when at last Jessica convinces him to turn down the offer of high kingship. "But next time you get wasted in an alien cantina and throw half our platinum reserves at some polka-dotted stripper, I'm not bailing you out."
06. Born Another Gender
He's used to having to put in a lot of effort. It helps that he's tall, but he's got curves that take hiding, and Mom would be horrified if he cut his hair. Has to remember to slouch just right, and not to swing his hips, and there's some fancy stuff he wouldn't mind wearing but has to resist in order to avoid tipping people off, and...
...and yet somehow, walking down the halls of the studio, all he has to do is tape on a lopsided fake mustache to have Wyatt greet him as "Hey, dude, what's up?"
J could get used to this.
07. Schoolfic
Stupid Mom. Stupid Jessica's mom. Making Wyatt walk home with stupid Jessica, when he could be hanging out with his friends instead of having a stupid seven-year-old stupid skipping across the crosswalk with him.
"...and we used paint and we mixed up different colors and I painted this and Mom's gonna love it and..."
Wyatt kicked a half-crushed can across the sidewalk, trying to ignore stupid Jessica's babbling about her stupid painting.
"...and see, see? I painted everyone!"
In spite of himself, Wyatt looked at the unrolled sheet of paper. A bunch of smudgy brown stick figures, with approximately the relative heights of her family, as far as he knew them. Also, someone blue and sparkly. "Uh, who's the...?"
Jessica's ponytail flopped in front of her face as she looked over the top of the painting, getting an upside-down view of the figure Wyatt was pointing at. "That's Siri! She's the magical fairy who lives in Mommy's phone!"
"Oh." Stupid kids and their stupid failure to grasp technology.
Moving her fingers around to point at one of the normal figures, Jessica added, "And that's you!"
That got Wyatt's attention. Sure enough, the stick figure had a big fluffy black scribble-Afro.
"Um, wow," said Wyatt to maybe-not-so-stupid-, damn-now-he-felt-all-guilty-Jessica. "Thanks."
08. Police/Firefighters
Wyatt's having a hard time getting over the fear that he's turning into The Man. Jessica keeps having to distract him with how awesome she looks in the uniform.
09. Urban Fantasy
Jessica stomped into the building shivering, dripping wet, and purple in the face. Literally.
"I know," she snapped, as Wyatt opened his mouth. "I get it. You warned me. Never forget the tribute to the subway fae. Easiest way to identify an out-of-towner. I'm an idiot. Not a word!"
Wyatt held up his hands. "Not where I was gonna go, I swear."
"Then what?" Jessica clapped her hands to her head, wide-eyed, feeling through her hair. "I don't have horns, do I? Fur? A tail? Oh my god, it's a tail, isn't it."
"All I wanted to say is, if you need some pixie dust to fix it up, there's an emergency bottle in the petty cash drawer."
Jessica stopped frantically clawing through her hair. "You are my new favorite person."
10. Harem
When he ducked down to the pantry for another bowl of grapes, he ran smack into a new face. A young woman, really young by the look of her. But sure enough, she was wearing the big poofy pants, which meant she was a legit harem member and not an unusually dirt-free street urchin trying to sneak off with some of their wine.
"Hey," said Wyatt. "I'm Wyatt. And just so you know, Jon totally encourages fraternization among co-workers."
"Uh, thanks." She shook his hand. "Jessica. Does he not get jealous or whatever?"
Wyatt shrugged. "Even if he did, you're way young for his tastes. We're basically only here to keep his prestige up. You want some help with that wine?"
"Sure, I could use that."
She still looked pretty skeptical, so Wyatt added, "You can still hit on him if you want, but I'm telling you...if you really want to get into his good graces, make the guy laugh."
Ten Wyatt&Jessica AUs
(And now I'm wishing I had changed some of the AU options, because seriously, there's only so much interesting content I can think of about cops/firefighters...)
01. Wild West
She rides into town on a boxcar from Dallas, with the clothes on her back, four dollars to her name, and presumably one hell of a tale that she ain't no ways about to share.
Wyatt doesn't have much more, to tell the truth. But he does have a spare bit of floor, and folks like them got to stick together.
02. Cyberpunk
"But you can call me msjwilly."
"The msjwilly? Who cracked the Newsnet d-base?"
"Yeah, that was me. What about it?"
"I just thought...you were a guy," says Wyatt, in what must be the least smooth move in the history of motion.
Jessica rolls her eyes. "This keeps happening! I don't understand why! Does the 'Ms.' not tip people off?"
"Uh, I don't know about anyone else, but I think I was focusing on the 'willy'."
03. Shapeshifters
When Wyatt confesses to still being kind of bummed that he and Jon can no longer be beard brothers, Jessica reworks her jaw structure and walks around with a full Garibaldi for a week.
04. Pirates
They're curled up on Jessica's couch, her laptop open across her knees, BitTorrent humming merrily away.
"You know," says Wyatt, "when you said 'piracy', I was at least expecting to get a fancy hat."
05. ...In SPACE!!
When the Federation starship Daily loses track of Wyatt among an unexplored civilization that hasn't made first contact, Jessica insists on leading the search party. If the local culture turns out to be hostile, she wants to get in a few punches personally.
They find Wyatt on a throne.
It's not a hostile culture. It is, however, a culture where one's prominence and prestige are entirely determined by the magnificence of one's beard. And all the aliens have way straight hair.
"Fine, I'll go," says Wyatt, when at last Jessica convinces him to turn down the offer of high kingship. "But next time you get wasted in an alien cantina and throw half our platinum reserves at some polka-dotted stripper, I'm not bailing you out."
06. Born Another Gender
He's used to having to put in a lot of effort. It helps that he's tall, but he's got curves that take hiding, and Mom would be horrified if he cut his hair. Has to remember to slouch just right, and not to swing his hips, and there's some fancy stuff he wouldn't mind wearing but has to resist in order to avoid tipping people off, and...
...and yet somehow, walking down the halls of the studio, all he has to do is tape on a lopsided fake mustache to have Wyatt greet him as "Hey, dude, what's up?"
J could get used to this.
07. Schoolfic
Stupid Mom. Stupid Jessica's mom. Making Wyatt walk home with stupid Jessica, when he could be hanging out with his friends instead of having a stupid seven-year-old stupid skipping across the crosswalk with him.
"...and we used paint and we mixed up different colors and I painted this and Mom's gonna love it and..."
Wyatt kicked a half-crushed can across the sidewalk, trying to ignore stupid Jessica's babbling about her stupid painting.
"...and see, see? I painted everyone!"
In spite of himself, Wyatt looked at the unrolled sheet of paper. A bunch of smudgy brown stick figures, with approximately the relative heights of her family, as far as he knew them. Also, someone blue and sparkly. "Uh, who's the...?"
Jessica's ponytail flopped in front of her face as she looked over the top of the painting, getting an upside-down view of the figure Wyatt was pointing at. "That's Siri! She's the magical fairy who lives in Mommy's phone!"
"Oh." Stupid kids and their stupid failure to grasp technology.
Moving her fingers around to point at one of the normal figures, Jessica added, "And that's you!"
That got Wyatt's attention. Sure enough, the stick figure had a big fluffy black scribble-Afro.
"Um, wow," said Wyatt to maybe-not-so-stupid-, damn-now-he-felt-all-guilty-Jessica. "Thanks."
08. Police/Firefighters
Wyatt's having a hard time getting over the fear that he's turning into The Man. Jessica keeps having to distract him with how awesome she looks in the uniform.
09. Urban Fantasy
Jessica stomped into the building shivering, dripping wet, and purple in the face. Literally.
"I know," she snapped, as Wyatt opened his mouth. "I get it. You warned me. Never forget the tribute to the subway fae. Easiest way to identify an out-of-towner. I'm an idiot. Not a word!"
Wyatt held up his hands. "Not where I was gonna go, I swear."
"Then what?" Jessica clapped her hands to her head, wide-eyed, feeling through her hair. "I don't have horns, do I? Fur? A tail? Oh my god, it's a tail, isn't it."
"All I wanted to say is, if you need some pixie dust to fix it up, there's an emergency bottle in the petty cash drawer."
Jessica stopped frantically clawing through her hair. "You are my new favorite person."
10. Harem
When he ducked down to the pantry for another bowl of grapes, he ran smack into a new face. A young woman, really young by the look of her. But sure enough, she was wearing the big poofy pants, which meant she was a legit harem member and not an unusually dirt-free street urchin trying to sneak off with some of their wine.
"Hey," said Wyatt. "I'm Wyatt. And just so you know, Jon totally encourages fraternization among co-workers."
"Uh, thanks." She shook his hand. "Jessica. Does he not get jealous or whatever?"
Wyatt shrugged. "Even if he did, you're way young for his tastes. We're basically only here to keep his prestige up. You want some help with that wine?"
"Sure, I could use that."
She still looked pretty skeptical, so Wyatt added, "You can still hit on him if you want, but I'm telling you...if you really want to get into his good graces, make the guy laugh."