You Get Me Every Time (Jack/Liz, Jack/Avery)
Title: You Get Me Every Time
For: The Doomed Ship Comment Ficathon
Prompt: say goodnight and go
Pairings: Jack/Liz, Jack/Avery
Word Count: 427
Rating: PG
Summary: Jack lives in the suburbs now, and Liz isn't used to it.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue!
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Jack lives in the suburbs now, and Liz isn't used to it. (Avery didn't strike Liz as the 'we have kids, we should get out of the city' sort, and, well, she wasn't, was she? It wasn't a consideration until the second pregnancy, and Jack told Liz it hadn't always been part of her plans, but then again, she intended to have her second child at forty-one instead of thirty-eight, and Liz knows too much about Avery... For some reason, she feels like she knows too much.) Really, there's a lot she isn't used to, but what can she do? Life is what it is, and she can't make it into anything different.
So it's changed, her friendship with Jack, now that he's making an effort to go home earlier, now that Avery's filming her show in a studio in New Jersey (we all have to make sacrifices for family, she'd said to Liz once, because sometimes Liz hears about Avery from Avery, but not very often since they aren't friends and haven't tried to be), now that he doesn't show up at her apartment too late at night or too early in the morning (for advice, to listen to her problems), but they do have dinner every so often. (She still steals from his plate.) And, on a few of these evenings, on this particular one, when they're talking about everything and nothing and she feels comfortable and as happy as she can be, thoughts hit her, like: Maybe he was meant to be my happy ending, the tender embrace that comes as a love song begins playing in the background.
Always, this possibility is too irritating (why is she making their relationship, their friendship, into something it never was?), or too painful (because what if he is the closest she's gotten to love? what does that say about her?) and she bats it away, forcing herself to ponder meaningless questions.
(Tonight: What does it mean to get caught between the moon and New York City?)
And sometimes, this particular time, when he's walking her to her door before he's about to return to a house she has visited only once, Liz considers it again. Considers the possibility she'd be happy if he weren't going home to someone else. If they were about to enter their shared apartment.
(Really, what she means is that she's sick of being alone.)
But of course he says goodnight. Of course he leaves. It's the way things are supposed to be.
Liz doesn't think she'll ever get used to it.
END
For: The Doomed Ship Comment Ficathon
Prompt: say goodnight and go
Pairings: Jack/Liz, Jack/Avery
Word Count: 427
Rating: PG
Summary: Jack lives in the suburbs now, and Liz isn't used to it.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue!
*
Jack lives in the suburbs now, and Liz isn't used to it. (Avery didn't strike Liz as the 'we have kids, we should get out of the city' sort, and, well, she wasn't, was she? It wasn't a consideration until the second pregnancy, and Jack told Liz it hadn't always been part of her plans, but then again, she intended to have her second child at forty-one instead of thirty-eight, and Liz knows too much about Avery... For some reason, she feels like she knows too much.) Really, there's a lot she isn't used to, but what can she do? Life is what it is, and she can't make it into anything different.
So it's changed, her friendship with Jack, now that he's making an effort to go home earlier, now that Avery's filming her show in a studio in New Jersey (we all have to make sacrifices for family, she'd said to Liz once, because sometimes Liz hears about Avery from Avery, but not very often since they aren't friends and haven't tried to be), now that he doesn't show up at her apartment too late at night or too early in the morning (for advice, to listen to her problems), but they do have dinner every so often. (She still steals from his plate.) And, on a few of these evenings, on this particular one, when they're talking about everything and nothing and she feels comfortable and as happy as she can be, thoughts hit her, like: Maybe he was meant to be my happy ending, the tender embrace that comes as a love song begins playing in the background.
Always, this possibility is too irritating (why is she making their relationship, their friendship, into something it never was?), or too painful (because what if he is the closest she's gotten to love? what does that say about her?) and she bats it away, forcing herself to ponder meaningless questions.
(Tonight: What does it mean to get caught between the moon and New York City?)
And sometimes, this particular time, when he's walking her to her door before he's about to return to a house she has visited only once, Liz considers it again. Considers the possibility she'd be happy if he weren't going home to someone else. If they were about to enter their shared apartment.
(Really, what she means is that she's sick of being alone.)
But of course he says goodnight. Of course he leaves. It's the way things are supposed to be.
Liz doesn't think she'll ever get used to it.
END