In A New York Minute (Everything Can Change - God she hates this song) [30 Rock; Jack/Liz]
TITLE: In A New York Minute (Everything Can Change - God, she hates this song)
FANDOM: 30 Rock
PAIRING: Jack/Liz
SPOILERS: 2x10
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY:
*****
In a New York minute, everything can change. Liz has always hated that song, for one specific reason: everything can change in a minute in any city. Why is New York singled out? Of course, when she thinks about this, In a Salt Lake City minute just doesn't have the same commercial appeal. And it would totally mess up the rhythm of the song. Why is she thinking about this now?
Ah yes. The balcony. The German TV station thing fell apart, as did Jack and C.C. Jack had been talking about giving up everything for love (for C.C.) and something had happened to Liz in that instant. She had the strongest urge to cry. And then in one of those stupid fucking New York minutes, everything changed.
The stupid song started playing in her head as she ran through what would happen if Jack left. She'd gotten so accustomed to seeing his face everyday, hearing that rasp as he constantly reminded her not to slouch, that she suddenly didn't know what she'd do without it - without him.
Once she knew for sure that Jack wasn't going anywhere, she calmed down considerably. In fact, she physically sighed in relief. Jack smiled at her and offered her a drink.
Instinctively she opened the French doors leading to his balcony; the night was just barely warm enough for them to indulge in this luxury. Jack brought out two glasses of red wine and handed one to her. They drank together comfortably while Jack lamented over his broken relationship with C.C. He told her he knew it never would have worked out, but there was a small part of him that wanted it to.
Again, something happened to Liz in that instant and again, she wanted to cry. She hated herself because of it, because it shouldn't matter what's going on in Jack's lovelife. But suddenly it did. Jack noticed her change in demeanor, she could tell, but he didn't comment on it.
"It was for the best," he said, and took a drink.
She looked up at him and silently wondered what he meant. He smiled down at her. "For some reason, Lemon, as much as I would've liked for it to work out, I know at the back of my mind that somewhere out there is a woman that's even better suited for me than C.C. was."
"Yeah?"
"Someone that's still my opposite, though. Over the past year or so, I've grown somewhat addicted to the friction one can find in a relationship with their opposite."
"Really?" Liz made herself take a drink, her stomach doing weird things.
"Mm-hmm. With C.C., the friction would have eventually gone away once we'd grown accustomed to each other."
"And you don't think that would happen with some other woman who's your opposite?"
Jack had shaken his head and taken another sip of his wine. "No." He sounded pretty damn certain. And then he had to go and say it. "No matter what, we'll always have friction."
Not wanting to put her foot in her mouth, Liz took in that comment for a moment, while she took in some more wine. "We?"
"Hmm?" Jack had glanced up at her as if unaware of what he'd said.
Liz smiled, gripping the stem of her glass tightly. "You said 'we.' Did you have someone specific in mind?"
"Yes."
Liz nodded, staring at Jack expectantly, but he didn't say anything more. And for a good minute or two, she resolved not to ask him. Once minute two hit though, curiosity got the better of her. "Who?"
And that question brings her to the moment she's in right now -- pressed against the brick wall of the building, standing on her tiptoes kissing Jack with her hands on his shoulders and his hands on her waist. And for some reason, at this moment all she can think of is Don Henley. It really weirds her out. But that song just starts up again in her head. In a New York minute, everything can change.
Jack grips her waist a little tighter and deepens the kiss, and Liz wonders why they haven't thought of doing this before. It feels great. Her stomach has stopped somersaulting (in the unpleasant way) and she no longer feels like she could cry about Jack's lovelife.
Because within a (New York) minute, suddenly she is Jack's lovelife. She's that woman who's opposite him that provides the kind of friction he craves.
Maybe Don Henley has a point. Maybe he's a genius.
Except for 'Desperado.'
FIN
{x-posted to jack_liz and 30_rock}
FANDOM: 30 Rock
PAIRING: Jack/Liz
SPOILERS: 2x10
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY:
*****
In a New York minute, everything can change. Liz has always hated that song, for one specific reason: everything can change in a minute in any city. Why is New York singled out? Of course, when she thinks about this, In a Salt Lake City minute just doesn't have the same commercial appeal. And it would totally mess up the rhythm of the song. Why is she thinking about this now?
Ah yes. The balcony. The German TV station thing fell apart, as did Jack and C.C. Jack had been talking about giving up everything for love (for C.C.) and something had happened to Liz in that instant. She had the strongest urge to cry. And then in one of those stupid fucking New York minutes, everything changed.
The stupid song started playing in her head as she ran through what would happen if Jack left. She'd gotten so accustomed to seeing his face everyday, hearing that rasp as he constantly reminded her not to slouch, that she suddenly didn't know what she'd do without it - without him.
Once she knew for sure that Jack wasn't going anywhere, she calmed down considerably. In fact, she physically sighed in relief. Jack smiled at her and offered her a drink.
Instinctively she opened the French doors leading to his balcony; the night was just barely warm enough for them to indulge in this luxury. Jack brought out two glasses of red wine and handed one to her. They drank together comfortably while Jack lamented over his broken relationship with C.C. He told her he knew it never would have worked out, but there was a small part of him that wanted it to.
Again, something happened to Liz in that instant and again, she wanted to cry. She hated herself because of it, because it shouldn't matter what's going on in Jack's lovelife. But suddenly it did. Jack noticed her change in demeanor, she could tell, but he didn't comment on it.
"It was for the best," he said, and took a drink.
She looked up at him and silently wondered what he meant. He smiled down at her. "For some reason, Lemon, as much as I would've liked for it to work out, I know at the back of my mind that somewhere out there is a woman that's even better suited for me than C.C. was."
"Yeah?"
"Someone that's still my opposite, though. Over the past year or so, I've grown somewhat addicted to the friction one can find in a relationship with their opposite."
"Really?" Liz made herself take a drink, her stomach doing weird things.
"Mm-hmm. With C.C., the friction would have eventually gone away once we'd grown accustomed to each other."
"And you don't think that would happen with some other woman who's your opposite?"
Jack had shaken his head and taken another sip of his wine. "No." He sounded pretty damn certain. And then he had to go and say it. "No matter what, we'll always have friction."
Not wanting to put her foot in her mouth, Liz took in that comment for a moment, while she took in some more wine. "We?"
"Hmm?" Jack had glanced up at her as if unaware of what he'd said.
Liz smiled, gripping the stem of her glass tightly. "You said 'we.' Did you have someone specific in mind?"
"Yes."
Liz nodded, staring at Jack expectantly, but he didn't say anything more. And for a good minute or two, she resolved not to ask him. Once minute two hit though, curiosity got the better of her. "Who?"
And that question brings her to the moment she's in right now -- pressed against the brick wall of the building, standing on her tiptoes kissing Jack with her hands on his shoulders and his hands on her waist. And for some reason, at this moment all she can think of is Don Henley. It really weirds her out. But that song just starts up again in her head. In a New York minute, everything can change.
Jack grips her waist a little tighter and deepens the kiss, and Liz wonders why they haven't thought of doing this before. It feels great. Her stomach has stopped somersaulting (in the unpleasant way) and she no longer feels like she could cry about Jack's lovelife.
Because within a (New York) minute, suddenly she is Jack's lovelife. She's that woman who's opposite him that provides the kind of friction he craves.
Maybe Don Henley has a point. Maybe he's a genius.
Except for 'Desperado.'
FIN
{x-posted to jack_liz and 30_rock}