My Discovery-Chapter Two (Crack The Code)
Title: My Attempted Interpretation
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jordan/Elliot
Prompt: 02. Crack The Code
Warnings: Established 'ship, f/f kiss
Spoilers: Possibly mild for "My Own American Girl"
Word Count: 2062
Author's Notes: In Story :)
My Discovery
Title:My Attempted Interpretation
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jordan/Elliot
Prompt: 02. Crack The Code
Warnings: Established ‘ship, f/f kissing
Spoilers: Possibly mild for "My Own American Girl", but not really
Word Count: 2062
Author's Notes: Hi again, everyone ::grins:: Hope you’re enjoying so far; this is becoming a fantastic break from my other stuff ::grins:: A side-note is that while these prompts might make a neat series of connected drabbles, none of them are connected just yet. I have plans later (much later), but for now, they’re stand-alones. This particular drabble takes place either just around season 3.
Again, massive props and thanks to Mr. Elise for brainstorming this table with me!
My Attempted Interpretation
Elliot set the bowl of popcorn on the table, flopping down on the couch with a huff and blowing a piece of hair out of her eyes. A beer sat beside of it, barely touched, and a movie played on the TV without being watched.
It was Friday night. Friday!
With a sigh, Elliot turned the TV off irritably. It was the first real night off Elliot had managed to have in over two weeks, and she couldn’t get anyone to spend it with her.
JD had mumbled something about covering Doug’s shift with Dr. Cox that night, and Turk and Carla had already made "date-night" plans revolving around the hospital since Turk was on-call.
Elliot sipped at the beer slowly; it always hit her hard if she went too fast.
It wasn’t like she expected any kind of real dates out of Jordan. Theirs was an interesting relationship that was mutually silent and tended to ease away from anything too serious.
Elliot knew Jordan preferred it that way, especially with Jack. She still hadn’t been able to go near the baby without him screaming, but Jordan had only shrugged and reminded Elliot that Jack did that with his father too.
Elliot folded her legs underneath her. If she wanted a night out, then she should give herself a night out. Feeling a little better, Elliot stood with a definitive nod.
"Yeah," she said to herself. "I just have to go out and find fun! I can’t sit here and wait for it to come me, no sir!" She puttered around the kitchen for a minute, cleaning up the mess from the popcorn, still going on about it. "And if everyone else just wants to abandon me…well, then they sure can!"
Elliot put the untouched popcorn on the counter (it always got stuck in her teeth anyway), trying to decide what she was going to do that night.
With another irritated sigh, Elliot flopped reluctantly on the couch again. "Even if I did go out…I’d still be alone," she muttered, crossing her arms.
Everyone knew how sad it was to see a girl sitting alone anywhere on a Friday night.
Elliot groaned and held her head in her hands. "Frick," she muttered again, and paced restlessly.
It wasn’t like she hadn’t asked Jordan to go out tonight. Sort of. Kind of. In a way.
Elliot laughed at herself; who was she kidding? She had never been a master of innuendo, and her subtle hints had probably come off more like desperate attempts for any kind of company. And even if Jordan had gotten the sad hints…well, there was Jack.
And Elliot had enough trouble interpreting Jordan’s reactions to things as it was.
Reflexively, Elliot clenched and unclenched her hands to restore the circulation to them. It was just annoyingly frustrating sometimes, having no clue what Jordan was thinking.
Elliot was certain that her face was an open book half the time, no matter how great the makeover had gone over.
The makeover memory made her frown as she twisted her hair into half-pigtails. She’d only gotten positive reactions to it (well, except from Kelso…and some of the other female staff…), and Jordan’s reaction had been no different.
Except for the fact that when Elliot asked her how Jordan thought it looked, Jordan had shrugged, said "nice", and went back to working on some papers for the board.
Elliot remembered feeling a little huffy, but Jordan had snorted from her chair and remarked that she’d thought Elliot had looked fine before too, and it wasn’t like simpering little DJ, who couldn’t keep himself from drooling all over her now.
Elliot sighed and leaned her head back. The indifference and cold shoulder was enough to give her a headache and just make her want to sleep.
Interpretation, medicine not included, sucked.
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Jordan ticked her fingers over her steering wheel in a fashion that was both annoyed and hesitant. It had been one the bigger pains of her day to get a babysitter on such short notice for Jack.
But Pedro had offered to do so if she would teach his girlfriend how to wear make-up properly. Apparently, the girl had problems with penciling her look in.
Jordan snorted; make-up was a subtle art, one that she had perfected early on. It had been one of the little things that she had noticed first about Elliot; the blond had issues with any kind of make-up, and had looked plainly adorable.
Jordan rolled her eyes as she looked at Elliot’s apartment building. She hadn’t thought about going to Elliot’s in the first place; she’d originally planned to treat herself to a night at a hotel with a spa.
But the car had ended up here before Jordan had realized it, and she now glared at the building with distaste.
Jordan sighed and rubbed her temples as she got out of her car. It wasn’t like she didn’t want to spend time with Stick; it was more that the more time she spent with her, the more she wanted to be there.
With a sigh, Jordan waited until someone came out of the building, and caught the open door. Nothing beat a surprise, after all.
Hell, Jordan was trying. She had even mentioned her little spa trip tonight, hadn’t she? She had even dropped a hint or two (albeit in a tone that suggested a firing range instead of a nice evening away from hospitals and babies), but Elliot hadn’t shown even a note of interest.
Jordan glared at the door for a moment, still holding her hands at her sides while she debated knocking. She gave a quiet noise of interest as she heard Elliot’s frustrated and high-frequency yelling.
Jordan smirked as the younger girl’s tone began increasing in pitch, and jumped back when the voice neared the door. She cursed herself at that; she didn’t lurk outside of doors and jump away when someone threatened to open it.
At least, she hadn’t used to.
When the annoyed muttering had finally ended, Jordan finally mentally slapped herself an idiot and knocked on the door loudly and firmly.
Anger had suddenly settled in before the door opened. Jordan frowned; Elliot was at home? She’d blown Jordan off to sit at home and mutter to herself?
Elliot opened the door, hair pulled into high, half-ponytails that took five years off of her actual age. "What are you doing here?" She peered over Jordan’s shoulder.
Jordan didn’t bother to wait for an invitation, and brushed past Elliot. "Whatever it is you do by yourself on a lonely Friday night, Stick."
"I’m not lonely!" Elliot managed as she stood to the side. "Come on in, then." She shut the door.
Jordan inspected the beer (which was only missing about a sixth of its liquid) and the bowl of popcorn (which had lost most of its heat). She then took a glance around the apartment, taking in the impersonal touches and the lack of personality.
"I think I’d feel more at home in a funeral parlor," Jordan muttered and crossed her arms to look at Elliot. "You blew me off tonight so you could stay in this place and mutter to yourself?"
Elliot felt her face turn red. "I told you that you could come over if you wanted; you didn’t want to!" She looked around her apartment. "And what’s wrong with my place?"
Jordan rolled her eyes and ran a hand through her hair. "You’ve got a lot to learn about asking someone out, Stick." She sat down on the couch and looked at the TV. "So what’s your plan then?" She took the beer off the table and sipped from it.
Elliot blew a piece of hair from her face again and simply pulled out another beer. It was easier, after all, then just asking Jordan for her original one back.
"I was…uh…just going to watch a movie," Elliot replied with a bit of embarrassment as she sat across from Jordan instead of beside of her. "Just a comedy or something."
Jordan sipped more of the beer. "How exciting, Stick. Got anything else in your arsenal or are your plans for yourself always this boring?"
"Well, why did you ditch me?" Elliot retorted. "What were your illustrious plans for yourself?"
Jordan sidled a glare at her. "I actually had plans tonight at a spa. Far, far away from here."
Elliot tried not to hear "and you" at the end of her statement. "You don’t have to be here then; I wouldn’t want to take you away from something you’d actually enjoy."
Jordan shrugged. "I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be." She put the beer down, most of it gone now and stood. She sat down beside of Elliot and balanced her elbow on the blonde’s shoulder. "But if we’re going to sit in and watch a movie, I’d much rather be drunk first. You want to go out?"
Elliot shrugged and grabbed her jacket. "I’m game."
Jordan nodded and stood back up again. "We were going whether you wanted to or not. Now, you’re not one of those lightweights that’s going to be drunk in ten minutes, are you?"
Elliot bit her lip, and decided that if she just drank really slow and stayed far away from any shots, she’d be fine.
And even if she wasn’t, maybe it would get her to loosen up around Jordan for a bit.
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If Jordan loved alcohol for any given reason, it was because it made trying to figure Elliot out a sudden breeze. She looked at the blonde girl now, and resisted the urge to smirk as Elliot did something with the straw that let Jordan know exactly what kind of girl Elliot had been in high school.
Elliot blinked at Jordan owlishly. Okay, so she hadn’t stayed away from the shots. But she’d still nursed the fruity drink in front of her, not chugged it…
And why wasn’t Jordan hammered yet?
Elliot put her glass down and glared at her. "So how ‘come you’re not drunk yet? That’s gotta be…be…frick, I lost count."
Jordan, who was feeling pleasantly buzzed by this point, only shrugged. "Because I drink more to put up with everything around me. And you’re not supposed to count the drinks; who does that?"
"Who drinks their problems away?" Elliot retorted smartly. She leaned forward with a frown. "Is it that bad?"
Jordan snorted and drained the rest of her glass. "Not tonight, Stick." She stood. "Let’s call a cab."
Elliot rolled her eyes and jerked her coat on sloppily. She frowned; the arms went through…but why was her chest completely covered then?
Jordan struggled not to laugh as Elliot removed her backwards jacket and put it on the right way. She started digging around in her pocket as they stood outside near a lamplight.
"So why don’t you want to talk about it?" Elliot asked in a slurred tone. "I can’t do all of the figuring out for myself."
"Cleaner that way. I don’t ask you about your sad life; no reason why I should have to tell you about mine."
Elliot draped an arm over Jordan’s shoulder, ignoring the warning look she got from the woman. "Aren’t you kind of tired of just sitting in meaningless relationships all for the sex?"
Jordan looked at her quietly as she finally fished her phone out. "Yeah, Stick. I am."
Elliot nodded firmly. "Then that’s it. I’m listening."
Jordan stared at her for a long, silent moment that seemed to stretch on just long enough for Elliot to jerk awake again when she moved. Jordan felt strangely like she was getting ready to hand over the decoder ring to her favorite box of cereal as a kid.
Sighing, Jordan steadied Elliot again. "And if you don’t stay?" she asked evenly.
Elliot snorted and kissed Jordan’s cheek sloppily. "You’ll understand me good enough at some point to know that if I wasn’t going to stay, I would’ve left long before now." She grinned into Jordan’s neck, sleepiness hazing her mind over slightly. "You’ll figure me out eventually."
Jordan felt Elliot drifting off against her, and started to call the cab company. She grinned when she was sure Elliot was sleepy enough to not notice and kissed the blonde’s head gently.
"We’ll get there…if we’re lucky."
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Author’s Notes: Wooh, that ran a little longer than I’d thought, oy. I’m trying to keep them short, but the prompts themselves kind of lend themselves to the longer type of abstract drabbles XD
Hope you enjoyed anyway; thanks for reading!
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jordan/Elliot
Prompt: 02. Crack The Code
Warnings: Established 'ship, f/f kiss
Spoilers: Possibly mild for "My Own American Girl"
Word Count: 2062
Author's Notes: In Story :)
My Discovery
Title:My Attempted Interpretation
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jordan/Elliot
Prompt: 02. Crack The Code
Warnings: Established ‘ship, f/f kissing
Spoilers: Possibly mild for "My Own American Girl", but not really
Word Count: 2062
Author's Notes: Hi again, everyone ::grins:: Hope you’re enjoying so far; this is becoming a fantastic break from my other stuff ::grins:: A side-note is that while these prompts might make a neat series of connected drabbles, none of them are connected just yet. I have plans later (much later), but for now, they’re stand-alones. This particular drabble takes place either just around season 3.
Again, massive props and thanks to Mr. Elise for brainstorming this table with me!
My Attempted Interpretation
Elliot set the bowl of popcorn on the table, flopping down on the couch with a huff and blowing a piece of hair out of her eyes. A beer sat beside of it, barely touched, and a movie played on the TV without being watched.
It was Friday night. Friday!
With a sigh, Elliot turned the TV off irritably. It was the first real night off Elliot had managed to have in over two weeks, and she couldn’t get anyone to spend it with her.
JD had mumbled something about covering Doug’s shift with Dr. Cox that night, and Turk and Carla had already made "date-night" plans revolving around the hospital since Turk was on-call.
Elliot sipped at the beer slowly; it always hit her hard if she went too fast.
It wasn’t like she expected any kind of real dates out of Jordan. Theirs was an interesting relationship that was mutually silent and tended to ease away from anything too serious.
Elliot knew Jordan preferred it that way, especially with Jack. She still hadn’t been able to go near the baby without him screaming, but Jordan had only shrugged and reminded Elliot that Jack did that with his father too.
Elliot folded her legs underneath her. If she wanted a night out, then she should give herself a night out. Feeling a little better, Elliot stood with a definitive nod.
"Yeah," she said to herself. "I just have to go out and find fun! I can’t sit here and wait for it to come me, no sir!" She puttered around the kitchen for a minute, cleaning up the mess from the popcorn, still going on about it. "And if everyone else just wants to abandon me…well, then they sure can!"
Elliot put the untouched popcorn on the counter (it always got stuck in her teeth anyway), trying to decide what she was going to do that night.
With another irritated sigh, Elliot flopped reluctantly on the couch again. "Even if I did go out…I’d still be alone," she muttered, crossing her arms.
Everyone knew how sad it was to see a girl sitting alone anywhere on a Friday night.
Elliot groaned and held her head in her hands. "Frick," she muttered again, and paced restlessly.
It wasn’t like she hadn’t asked Jordan to go out tonight. Sort of. Kind of. In a way.
Elliot laughed at herself; who was she kidding? She had never been a master of innuendo, and her subtle hints had probably come off more like desperate attempts for any kind of company. And even if Jordan had gotten the sad hints…well, there was Jack.
And Elliot had enough trouble interpreting Jordan’s reactions to things as it was.
Reflexively, Elliot clenched and unclenched her hands to restore the circulation to them. It was just annoyingly frustrating sometimes, having no clue what Jordan was thinking.
Elliot was certain that her face was an open book half the time, no matter how great the makeover had gone over.
The makeover memory made her frown as she twisted her hair into half-pigtails. She’d only gotten positive reactions to it (well, except from Kelso…and some of the other female staff…), and Jordan’s reaction had been no different.
Except for the fact that when Elliot asked her how Jordan thought it looked, Jordan had shrugged, said "nice", and went back to working on some papers for the board.
Elliot remembered feeling a little huffy, but Jordan had snorted from her chair and remarked that she’d thought Elliot had looked fine before too, and it wasn’t like simpering little DJ, who couldn’t keep himself from drooling all over her now.
Elliot sighed and leaned her head back. The indifference and cold shoulder was enough to give her a headache and just make her want to sleep.
Interpretation, medicine not included, sucked.
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Jordan ticked her fingers over her steering wheel in a fashion that was both annoyed and hesitant. It had been one the bigger pains of her day to get a babysitter on such short notice for Jack.
But Pedro had offered to do so if she would teach his girlfriend how to wear make-up properly. Apparently, the girl had problems with penciling her look in.
Jordan snorted; make-up was a subtle art, one that she had perfected early on. It had been one of the little things that she had noticed first about Elliot; the blond had issues with any kind of make-up, and had looked plainly adorable.
Jordan rolled her eyes as she looked at Elliot’s apartment building. She hadn’t thought about going to Elliot’s in the first place; she’d originally planned to treat herself to a night at a hotel with a spa.
But the car had ended up here before Jordan had realized it, and she now glared at the building with distaste.
Jordan sighed and rubbed her temples as she got out of her car. It wasn’t like she didn’t want to spend time with Stick; it was more that the more time she spent with her, the more she wanted to be there.
With a sigh, Jordan waited until someone came out of the building, and caught the open door. Nothing beat a surprise, after all.
Hell, Jordan was trying. She had even mentioned her little spa trip tonight, hadn’t she? She had even dropped a hint or two (albeit in a tone that suggested a firing range instead of a nice evening away from hospitals and babies), but Elliot hadn’t shown even a note of interest.
Jordan glared at the door for a moment, still holding her hands at her sides while she debated knocking. She gave a quiet noise of interest as she heard Elliot’s frustrated and high-frequency yelling.
Jordan smirked as the younger girl’s tone began increasing in pitch, and jumped back when the voice neared the door. She cursed herself at that; she didn’t lurk outside of doors and jump away when someone threatened to open it.
At least, she hadn’t used to.
When the annoyed muttering had finally ended, Jordan finally mentally slapped herself an idiot and knocked on the door loudly and firmly.
Anger had suddenly settled in before the door opened. Jordan frowned; Elliot was at home? She’d blown Jordan off to sit at home and mutter to herself?
Elliot opened the door, hair pulled into high, half-ponytails that took five years off of her actual age. "What are you doing here?" She peered over Jordan’s shoulder.
Jordan didn’t bother to wait for an invitation, and brushed past Elliot. "Whatever it is you do by yourself on a lonely Friday night, Stick."
"I’m not lonely!" Elliot managed as she stood to the side. "Come on in, then." She shut the door.
Jordan inspected the beer (which was only missing about a sixth of its liquid) and the bowl of popcorn (which had lost most of its heat). She then took a glance around the apartment, taking in the impersonal touches and the lack of personality.
"I think I’d feel more at home in a funeral parlor," Jordan muttered and crossed her arms to look at Elliot. "You blew me off tonight so you could stay in this place and mutter to yourself?"
Elliot felt her face turn red. "I told you that you could come over if you wanted; you didn’t want to!" She looked around her apartment. "And what’s wrong with my place?"
Jordan rolled her eyes and ran a hand through her hair. "You’ve got a lot to learn about asking someone out, Stick." She sat down on the couch and looked at the TV. "So what’s your plan then?" She took the beer off the table and sipped from it.
Elliot blew a piece of hair from her face again and simply pulled out another beer. It was easier, after all, then just asking Jordan for her original one back.
"I was…uh…just going to watch a movie," Elliot replied with a bit of embarrassment as she sat across from Jordan instead of beside of her. "Just a comedy or something."
Jordan sipped more of the beer. "How exciting, Stick. Got anything else in your arsenal or are your plans for yourself always this boring?"
"Well, why did you ditch me?" Elliot retorted. "What were your illustrious plans for yourself?"
Jordan sidled a glare at her. "I actually had plans tonight at a spa. Far, far away from here."
Elliot tried not to hear "and you" at the end of her statement. "You don’t have to be here then; I wouldn’t want to take you away from something you’d actually enjoy."
Jordan shrugged. "I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be." She put the beer down, most of it gone now and stood. She sat down beside of Elliot and balanced her elbow on the blonde’s shoulder. "But if we’re going to sit in and watch a movie, I’d much rather be drunk first. You want to go out?"
Elliot shrugged and grabbed her jacket. "I’m game."
Jordan nodded and stood back up again. "We were going whether you wanted to or not. Now, you’re not one of those lightweights that’s going to be drunk in ten minutes, are you?"
Elliot bit her lip, and decided that if she just drank really slow and stayed far away from any shots, she’d be fine.
And even if she wasn’t, maybe it would get her to loosen up around Jordan for a bit.
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If Jordan loved alcohol for any given reason, it was because it made trying to figure Elliot out a sudden breeze. She looked at the blonde girl now, and resisted the urge to smirk as Elliot did something with the straw that let Jordan know exactly what kind of girl Elliot had been in high school.
Elliot blinked at Jordan owlishly. Okay, so she hadn’t stayed away from the shots. But she’d still nursed the fruity drink in front of her, not chugged it…
And why wasn’t Jordan hammered yet?
Elliot put her glass down and glared at her. "So how ‘come you’re not drunk yet? That’s gotta be…be…frick, I lost count."
Jordan, who was feeling pleasantly buzzed by this point, only shrugged. "Because I drink more to put up with everything around me. And you’re not supposed to count the drinks; who does that?"
"Who drinks their problems away?" Elliot retorted smartly. She leaned forward with a frown. "Is it that bad?"
Jordan snorted and drained the rest of her glass. "Not tonight, Stick." She stood. "Let’s call a cab."
Elliot rolled her eyes and jerked her coat on sloppily. She frowned; the arms went through…but why was her chest completely covered then?
Jordan struggled not to laugh as Elliot removed her backwards jacket and put it on the right way. She started digging around in her pocket as they stood outside near a lamplight.
"So why don’t you want to talk about it?" Elliot asked in a slurred tone. "I can’t do all of the figuring out for myself."
"Cleaner that way. I don’t ask you about your sad life; no reason why I should have to tell you about mine."
Elliot draped an arm over Jordan’s shoulder, ignoring the warning look she got from the woman. "Aren’t you kind of tired of just sitting in meaningless relationships all for the sex?"
Jordan looked at her quietly as she finally fished her phone out. "Yeah, Stick. I am."
Elliot nodded firmly. "Then that’s it. I’m listening."
Jordan stared at her for a long, silent moment that seemed to stretch on just long enough for Elliot to jerk awake again when she moved. Jordan felt strangely like she was getting ready to hand over the decoder ring to her favorite box of cereal as a kid.
Sighing, Jordan steadied Elliot again. "And if you don’t stay?" she asked evenly.
Elliot snorted and kissed Jordan’s cheek sloppily. "You’ll understand me good enough at some point to know that if I wasn’t going to stay, I would’ve left long before now." She grinned into Jordan’s neck, sleepiness hazing her mind over slightly. "You’ll figure me out eventually."
Jordan felt Elliot drifting off against her, and started to call the cab company. She grinned when she was sure Elliot was sleepy enough to not notice and kissed the blonde’s head gently.
"We’ll get there…if we’re lucky."
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Author’s Notes: Wooh, that ran a little longer than I’d thought, oy. I’m trying to keep them short, but the prompts themselves kind of lend themselves to the longer type of abstract drabbles XD
Hope you enjoyed anyway; thanks for reading!