That Kind of Girl (5/5)
“So why don't you come back to TGS?”
She was totally unprepared for that. “Say what now?”
“I have to admit that Kenneth and Frank are not working out... as well as I'd hoped.”
Even in this moment, Liz didn't forget her friend. “So you'd bring back Pete, too?”
“You drive a hard bargain.”
“You're the one who waited till I was ready to move to make an offer.”
This negotiation was getting him aroused. “Yes, Pete, of course.”
They started walking again. “If you were my boss... we couldn't do this anymore, right?”
Jack considered for a long moment. Jack had no problem with dating subordinates, but direct subordinates were another matter. Besides, Liz wouldn't want to be the showrunner who got her job back because she was the boss's girlfriend.
Jack calculated the tradeoff in his mind. His libido (and the voice of Don Geiss) were screaming to keep her as a girlfriend somehow. But he felt a stronger pull: to have her with him, by his side. He could find someone else to date, marry even, but he had to have Liz Lemon in his life. And maybe when TGS ran out of gas, circumstances would be different, and he could have everything he wanted.
“Sadly, no.”
The two walked silently for a long while through the ancient streets, Liz deep in thought.
**
Aside from chatter about the basic logistics of travel, she didn't address his question for quite some time. It was only as the jet came in over Manhattan, ready for landing at Teterboro Airport, that Liz mentioned it again. She looked down at the skyline, and specifically at the building that had contained so many of her dreams. For almost a year she'd regretted her decision to quit, although pride and fear had kept her from doing anything about it.
She liked dating Jack, but there was just no way to reconcile it with her other goals in life. There was more to her than whomever she was dating at the time.
She knew what to do.
“Yes, Jack.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“I'll come back to TGS.” She turned and smiled at him.
Jack smiled broadly, relieved. He'd avoided disaster and preserved what he now knew he had to have, at least for a while. The ring would go in his drawer, in case he needed it.
Someday.
END
She was totally unprepared for that. “Say what now?”
“I have to admit that Kenneth and Frank are not working out... as well as I'd hoped.”
Even in this moment, Liz didn't forget her friend. “So you'd bring back Pete, too?”
“You drive a hard bargain.”
“You're the one who waited till I was ready to move to make an offer.”
This negotiation was getting him aroused. “Yes, Pete, of course.”
They started walking again. “If you were my boss... we couldn't do this anymore, right?”
Jack considered for a long moment. Jack had no problem with dating subordinates, but direct subordinates were another matter. Besides, Liz wouldn't want to be the showrunner who got her job back because she was the boss's girlfriend.
Jack calculated the tradeoff in his mind. His libido (and the voice of Don Geiss) were screaming to keep her as a girlfriend somehow. But he felt a stronger pull: to have her with him, by his side. He could find someone else to date, marry even, but he had to have Liz Lemon in his life. And maybe when TGS ran out of gas, circumstances would be different, and he could have everything he wanted.
“Sadly, no.”
The two walked silently for a long while through the ancient streets, Liz deep in thought.
**
Aside from chatter about the basic logistics of travel, she didn't address his question for quite some time. It was only as the jet came in over Manhattan, ready for landing at Teterboro Airport, that Liz mentioned it again. She looked down at the skyline, and specifically at the building that had contained so many of her dreams. For almost a year she'd regretted her decision to quit, although pride and fear had kept her from doing anything about it.
She liked dating Jack, but there was just no way to reconcile it with her other goals in life. There was more to her than whomever she was dating at the time.
She knew what to do.
“Yes, Jack.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“I'll come back to TGS.” She turned and smiled at him.
Jack smiled broadly, relieved. He'd avoided disaster and preserved what he now knew he had to have, at least for a while. The ring would go in his drawer, in case he needed it.
Someday.
END