***So I looked up some OTP scenarios because I was bored and needed to update SOMETHING before I picked back up on WPWT. This is your reward. I saw it and was like, "YES!"

So, voila: The "I-got-stuck-in-a-Porta-Potty-and-was-rescued-by-a-hot-stranger" AU, but with Jaya. I BET YOU CAN'T GUESS WHO PLAYS WHAT PART IN THIS ONESHOT ;p

Enjoy!***

***(Jay's POV)***

"You'd think they'd give you better bathroom service at a national monument," I grumble, placing my palm under the hand sanitizer dispenser of the Porta-Potty.

I guess I should be glad this thing even has hand sanitizer. Growing up on a junkyard and visiting various construction sites, I've had my fair share of Porta-Potty mistakes. One time, the plastic stall I was using was out of toilet paper, and I ended up wiping using a paper bag I found on the ground. Ewwwwwwwww.

But anyway, this one has hand sanitizer, so I guess I can't complain that much.

After rubbing the sanitizer together between my palms, I get an extra dollop and make sure I clean between my fingers. I just feel icky in here.

I guess visiting the First Spinjitzu Master's Monument in the middle of a humid summer day – and not remembering to use the restroom before I left home – was probably a bad idea. But then, I'm supposed to be writing a report on this place for my college's summer midterm, so I didn't really have a choice.

Once I've finished cleaning up my hands and can feel my auburn curls sticking to my sweaty forehead, I grab the edge of my t-shirt and use it to open the Porta-Potty door.

The problem is, the door doesn't open.

I grumble to myself, fumbling with the latch with my shirt-protected fingers. I try to shove the plastic bar out of the lock, but no matter how hard I try, it...won't...budge!

I push at the latch harder, gritting my teeth and coming at the lock with all my strength. For an architecture major, I'm actually pretty well-built. I was the skinny kid up until I hit my senior year, and that's when my years of training hard for soccer finally began to pay off. Believe me, I didn't want to play soccer, but I was good at it and it got me scholarship money for college. In essence, my poor parents said it was the only way I was going to school – they couldn't sign on for any loans I might take out.

Yet no matter how much muscle I throw against this latch, it won't move!

Oh my gosh! I'm trapped! The First Spinjitzu Master has chosen to hold me in a plastic potty cell, and now I'm stuck in here until the cleanup crew gets me out later! But they're probably in league with the Master, so they'll tie me up hand and foot and sacrifice me! I don't want my guts spilled all over a stone monument! This midterm project isn't worth it! I have parents who depend on me to fix their plumbing problems and repair their security system and – oh, I can't die yet!

I bang my fists against the plastic door, wondering how much strength it'll take to break this thing down and get out of here. I've done great all semester. Who cares if I flunk my paper?

"Let me out of here!" I shout. "You'll never have me as your sacrifice, you god of fighting styles and creation and elements and whatever else! Gah!" I quit pounding against the door and throw a kick to the latch, trying but failing to break it.

I collapse onto the floor, panting. Every breath I take in is like a death sentence. All I can smell is whatever's in that fake toilet! I'm pretty sure there's number one, number two, number three, barf, and probably a tampon somewhere in there! Humans are not meant to have their nostrils assaulted by all those things at once!

That's when I hear a simple knock at the plastic door. To me, though, it's like the sound of a thousand angels singing.

"Everything okay in there?" asks a female voice. "It kind of sounds like you're either having an epileptic seizure or murdering someone. Or like you picked a really bad location for – "

"Oh my gosh!" I cry, pressing myself up against the door. "I'm saved! I somehow latched the door to this thing wrong, and now I'm trapped in here. You have to help me before I'm sacrificed!"

"Before you're...what?"

"It doesn't matter," I swallow hard. "Okay, um, any ideas for how to get me out of here?"

"Are your hands too slippery to move the latch or something?" she asks, laughing awkwardly.

"I was using the edge of my t-shirt to try to open it, but let me do it again." I tug my shirt over my head, then use the whole garment to shove at the lock.

It doesn't budge.

"Uh, that didn't work," I say anxiously. "Do you have a crowbar or something to pry the door open?"

"Um...no." She sounds like she's trying to deal with a frightened child. "Which way are you pushing the latch?"

"Right." I toss my shirt somewhere behind me, trying but failing to get the lock to move.

"Well, that would be your problem. If I'm not mistaken, the doors to these things open left."

"Oh, really?" I throw all my weight against the plastic bar, this time pushing left.

The latch slides right open.

I gasp in delight, swinging the door open and running out into the cool, fresh air. I raise my hands up to the heavens and laugh with pure joy. "Hallelujah! The First Spinjitzu Master won't use me as a sacrifice today!"

That's when I remember my savior, and I frantically look around until I finally...

See her.

Holey moley, not only was I saved by someone with the heart of an angel, but I was saved by someone with the looks of and angel. She's gorgeous.

I run toward her and pull her into a tight hug. "Oh my gosh, thank you! You're amazing!"

She giggles nervously against my skin. "Um, thanks. Where's your shirt at, buddy?"

"Oh, I – aww, man! I guess I just kind of threw it to the side once I finally figured out how to escape that thing." I don't release her, instead resting my cheek on her crown in a totally weird hug between two strangers.

"Um, okay." She pats my back awkwardly. "Are you...gonna be okay there?"

I blush madly, realizing how stupid my freak out moment in a plastic bathroom was. "Um, yeah. I just got worked up, is all. Thank you so much for helping me." I release her from my embrace and just step back to gaze at her.

She has shoulder-length black hair pulled into a ponytail, rather concerned brown eyes, and naturally tanned skin complemented by neutral makeup. In other words, she's the girl of my dreams, minus the 'dreams' part. She's real.

"You look...wow," I sigh. "Just wow."

Um...did I just say that out loud?

"Uh..." She laughs slightly, turning her cheek to the side. "I'm a hot, sweaty mess. I look – "

"Fantastic," I finish for her, feeling my face flush. "Um, and sorry for overreacting in the Porta-Potty. But you're...you're amazing for helping me find my way out."

"It's fine." She gives me another weird look before fingering a strap around her neck. I look down to see it's attached to a camera.

She coughs. "Listen, I need to get back to photographing this place for a class I'm taking. Uh, but it was nice meeting you..."

"Jay," I finish for her. "I'm Jay. And you are?"

"Nya." She nods awkwardly and turns to go. "Well, have a nice day."

I tap her shoulder quickly. "Uh, wait."

Oh, gosh. I have no idea what to say next.

She turns her face back to me, giving me a smile that says I'm weirded out. "What?"

My brain stumbles over a few words. "Do you...maybe...food..." I shake my head, gathering myself. "There's a café right outside the monument. Do you maybe wanna...eat food together?" I smile my best for her, trying not to seem like a total bozo.

She bites her lip. "You don't have a shirt. They probably wouldn't let you in."

"Uh, I have an extra shirt in my car," I ramble. "I can run back out there and get it. And I can also grab some hand sanitizer, and I'll buy you an ice cream because it's so hot out, and...yeah?"

She looks down. "I...don't know. I'm pretty busy." Her expression says Would it be impolite to flat-out refuse this freak?

"It doesn't have to be anything serious," I rush to reassure her. "Just me thanking you for helping me rather than leaving me in there to overdose on sewage fumes."

She giggles a little, and I beam. So humor is how I'll convince her that I can be a normal human being.

"I'm not actually hungry," she smiles softly, "but thanks."

I try to think of something funny to say, but my mind goes blank. Instead, I go with, "Are you thirsty? I hear that this café serves great...water."

She laughs again. "It's just tap water. I've been there before."

"Oh." I blush. "Well...I can be good company. I'm never boring, I can reassure you."

"That's not hard to believe."

I'm not sure whether that's a compliment or not, so I go on. "Oh, yeah, I can be...interesting. Anyway, yeah. Wanna go to the café and drink tap water with me? And eat food, even though you're not hungry?" I give her my most charming smile.

She just laughs, raising her eyebrows skeptically when she sees my expression. "I...really need to work on my photography project."

"Oh, I'm here for a project, too! That's great. We should collaborate. Collaborating is nice." I nod like a fool.

She shakes her head, trying not to grin at my stupidity. "I really am busy. Sorry."

My face falls. "Oh, um, okay. Well...thanks anyway?"

She smiles. "You're welcome. And it was nice meeting you, Jay. Uh...here's this, though. I'm finishing my project tonight." She presses something into my hand, then blushes embarrassedly and walks away.

I glance after her, then down in the palm of my hand. She left a small card.

"She owns a photography business?" I frown. "And she puts...her personal number on her business card." I laugh out loud.

She may have been too busy to accept my impromptu date, and she may have been too nervous to up and tell me her number, but she obviously still has interest in me.

"Thank you," I yell after her.

She hitches in her step as she walks away, and she turns her head to smile and wave.

***So I'm getting S1-2 Jaya vibes from this.  I don't know about anybody else LOL***