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Here's a fanfiction I wrote for a fiction writing contest. It's my first completed 30 Rock one so be kind. Oh and I was hopped up on Ambien when I wrote it and it was 4am.
Title: Magentic Poetry
Author: TwitchyWoman
Spoilers: Anna Howard Shaw Day
Rating: PG
Word Count: Around 600
Summary: Jack plays with some of Liz's Magnetic Poetry.
Liz was conked out in her bed, drooling no doubt. Jack would periodically check on her to ease his own paranoia of her asphyxiating herself with her own pillow. What a way to spend Valentine’s Day. Although it hadn’t been all that bad. While she was no longer here with Jack and the inebriated Liz, Avery Jessup had made this day of romantic gestures a little less disappointing. Sure, he didn’t get to “bed” this mind-numbingly attractive conservative, but he and Avery did play a riveting game of chess that they found in one of Liz’s closets. To make the game more interesting, they changed the names of the pieces to an R-rated theme. When Jack finally captured Avery’s “queen”, they were already a little too hot and bothered for their own good. With Liz in the next room, Avery decided to leave before something happened. Jack attempted to get her to stay, saying Liz was out cold and even if she did wake up, they could just lead her to the fake tree she mistook for Bon Jovi and carry on. Avery insisted she leave, for the sake of everyone, especially the unsuspecting Bon Jovi tree.
So here Jack stood, in Liz’s living room, admiring little about Liz’s sense of design. In one corner was a poorly put together piece of furniture, with two large Yellow Pages keeping it vertically sound. Jack sauntered toward the kitchen to find something to drink, hopefully a scotch. His eyes caught sight of the magnetic words stuck to the refrigerator and the sentences that Liz had already formed with them. Pulitzer Prize winning verbiage like “is it hot up your body or do you have astronaut pants?” or “can I get sex if I marry you?” and Jack’s personal favorite, “baby, can I please taste your organ?” An idea went through his head that he should leave Liz a message, so he started playing around with the words trying to find the perfect thing to say. He looked over his work, opened the fridge and took out a can of Coke and left before he changed his mind. He went and sat on the couch, sipping the soda.
He heard bed sheets rustling a short while later, so he got up from the couch and set his drink on the coffee table. Wandering into the bedroom, he caught Liz wiping the drool from her mouth and searching for her glasses.
“Jack? What are you still doing here?” she asked as she slipped on her frames.
“I came to make sure you didn’t swallow your tongue.”
“What? Is that even a thing?”
“I assure you, Lemon, swallowing your tongue is very real.” Jack stated, seriously.
“I really appreciate you looking after me, especially on Valentine’s Day. You’re a really good friend, Jack.”
“I’m sure you’d do the same for me, but unlike me, your schedule would have been clear.”
Liz gave him a dirty look.
“Look, I should probably get going now that you are conscious and aren’t making out with trees.”
“Thanks again Jack.”
“Not a problem. I’ll see myself out.” Jack said. He walked to the front door, thought about going back into the kitchen and messing up the sentence he created, but decided to leave it be.
Title: Magentic Poetry
Author: TwitchyWoman
Spoilers: Anna Howard Shaw Day
Rating: PG
Word Count: Around 600
Summary: Jack plays with some of Liz's Magnetic Poetry.
Liz was conked out in her bed, drooling no doubt. Jack would periodically check on her to ease his own paranoia of her asphyxiating herself with her own pillow. What a way to spend Valentine’s Day. Although it hadn’t been all that bad. While she was no longer here with Jack and the inebriated Liz, Avery Jessup had made this day of romantic gestures a little less disappointing. Sure, he didn’t get to “bed” this mind-numbingly attractive conservative, but he and Avery did play a riveting game of chess that they found in one of Liz’s closets. To make the game more interesting, they changed the names of the pieces to an R-rated theme. When Jack finally captured Avery’s “queen”, they were already a little too hot and bothered for their own good. With Liz in the next room, Avery decided to leave before something happened. Jack attempted to get her to stay, saying Liz was out cold and even if she did wake up, they could just lead her to the fake tree she mistook for Bon Jovi and carry on. Avery insisted she leave, for the sake of everyone, especially the unsuspecting Bon Jovi tree.
So here Jack stood, in Liz’s living room, admiring little about Liz’s sense of design. In one corner was a poorly put together piece of furniture, with two large Yellow Pages keeping it vertically sound. Jack sauntered toward the kitchen to find something to drink, hopefully a scotch. His eyes caught sight of the magnetic words stuck to the refrigerator and the sentences that Liz had already formed with them. Pulitzer Prize winning verbiage like “is it hot up your body or do you have astronaut pants?” or “can I get sex if I marry you?” and Jack’s personal favorite, “baby, can I please taste your organ?” An idea went through his head that he should leave Liz a message, so he started playing around with the words trying to find the perfect thing to say. He looked over his work, opened the fridge and took out a can of Coke and left before he changed his mind. He went and sat on the couch, sipping the soda.
He heard bed sheets rustling a short while later, so he got up from the couch and set his drink on the coffee table. Wandering into the bedroom, he caught Liz wiping the drool from her mouth and searching for her glasses.
“Jack? What are you still doing here?” she asked as she slipped on her frames.
“I came to make sure you didn’t swallow your tongue.”
“What? Is that even a thing?”
“I assure you, Lemon, swallowing your tongue is very real.” Jack stated, seriously.
“I really appreciate you looking after me, especially on Valentine’s Day. You’re a really good friend, Jack.”
“I’m sure you’d do the same for me, but unlike me, your schedule would have been clear.”
Liz gave him a dirty look.
“Look, I should probably get going now that you are conscious and aren’t making out with trees.”
“Thanks again Jack.”
“Not a problem. I’ll see myself out.” Jack said. He walked to the front door, thought about going back into the kitchen and messing up the sentence he created, but decided to leave it be.