The Bun in the Oven, episode 3
It seemed every time Francoise saw Jet these days he was being pampered in some way. Today she found him reclined on the couch, tucked in comfortably with his feet propped up on a pillow while he flipped through channels on the television. Albert was nowhere in sight and she suspected he was out running errands for his supposedly-pregnant boyfriend.
“I can’t wait until this blows up in your face,” Francoise told him.
Jet rolled his head back and gazed at her blandly, too lazy to actually sit up and argue with her.
“Frannie, of the whole team, just who has had the most experience with shit blowin’ up on ‘em? I think I can handle it.”
Francoise had no answer for Jet’s bizarre but somehow still semi-logical rebuttal.
“But if it makes you feel any better,” he continued, “it kinda already has. Albert wants to meet my parents.”
The French woman’s face screwed up in too many emotions to safely define. Jet’s ‘parents’ were a set of sock puppets he made that yelled abuse at him. He would then throw them into the washing machine to watch them suffer. Francoise was hardly one to judge someone’s therapeutic practices but that did seem a bit excessive. And weird.
“You did tell him they’re sock puppets, didn’t you?” she asked.
Jet stared at her, sleepy eyes turning confused. “What?”
“You two deserve each other,” she muttered as she left the room.
Later that night, as Francoise carried a load of laundry downstairs while grumbling about idiot men leaving their clothes everywhere (on the other hand, she had to admit to herself that she was the idiot who kept picking it up), she heard the machine going. Just her luck it was already in use. She poked her head in the door to see how close it was until it finished. Jet and Albert stood next to each other before the washer, watching it spin and slosh about a pair of socks.
“I’m so sorry about that,” Jet said, voice heavy with regret, “I know you wanted them to approve of you.”
“It’s not your fault. I just thought it was what you wanted.” Albert paused, considering the socks in their torment. “You think they’ve had enough?”
Jet wrapped his arm around Albert’s shoulders and pulled him close. “Not for what they said to you.”
Francoise decided to come back later.
But yeah Mustang is a total combat nerd. Listen closely the first time Albert uses his missile launchers and you’ll hear squeeing in the distance.
fanfic: Progenitor, chapter 3
Fandom: Cyborg 009 (2001 series)
Characters: Albert Heinrich, some OCs
Rating: swearing and vague sexual references
Summary: After Conclusion: Gods’ War, Albert wakes up alone in the distant future. Humanity has been wiped out and only cyborgs remain.
Headcanon: When Jet laughs really hard he snorts. He finds it very embarrassing and tries to cover it up or lie about it but he’s not fooling anyone.