Lana stopped by Jim's apartment as they'd arranged yesterday. She was early, as usual. She always seemed to be early when she was nervous. Though she had to admit that this was more a good sort of nervous.

[OOC: For Jim, NWS eventually, and up early for SP.]

Lana had been doing a lot of thinking and rethinking lately. About Jim and Dean and Lex, about her life... Which had mostly led to sleepless nights ( Read more... )

Lana was not at all nervous. Not even the tiniest bit. Just because Jim had called and asked if he could stop by and she'd said yes, was certainly no reason for her to be nervous, right? They were friends.

Or had been.

Though actually, they'd been a lot more than friends - never just friends. And it had been so long and she had so many ( Read more... )

Once Phoebe and Anders left, Lana took some time to put everything away and heat up a little soup for dinner. She sat on her couch, looking at the pictures, especially the one of her and Jim and Maggie.

Then she took a deep breath and went to dig out the business card Jim had left her.

And placed a call that really rather scared her to make.

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