Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Summary: Liddy and her younger half-sister have a talk. (Liddy's twenty-one here.)
Liddy took a deep breath and walked to the podium to speak. Everyone was wearing black. Her mother, Ella (her sister), and other family friends.
"Um. Hello, everyone. Thanks for coming. My father was a great man. I remember this one time when I was nervous for my flute recital. He told me to do my best because when he was young, he played the flute in front of his entire hockey team and had no shame. He also told me that he'd play His flute backstage and I'd just pretend I was playing if I didn't really wanna do it."
Liddy chuckled as she noticed she had tears in her eyes.
"Anyway, my dad made GE a flourishing company. He made my mom's show, TGS, get sky-shooting ratings. As TGS reaches its 26th anniversary, I remember the story that both my mom and dad kept telling me because I always wanted to hear it. I wanted to hear their story of how they met and that somehow always made me happy. My dad will always stay in my heart and I hope he'll be remembered for many generations to come. Thank you."
Liddy stepped off the podium and walked outside to where her mother was.
"Hi, mom," she said before hugging her.
"You did so good, honey!"
"Mom, it's okay. You don't have to cry. I mean, you have me and Ella."
"That's true," Ella said.
"Oh, Ella. I'm glad you could come. I know you were busy with college and everything--"
"Mom. It's okay. You and Dad mean the world to me."
Liz sniffled.
"Your father...wanted to give this to both of you. We never gave it because we felt that you didn't need it. You can keep it for yourselves, or someday, maybe you can give it to your children," Liz said as she gave the tapes to them.
"You want to walk with us?" Ella asked.
"No thanks. I'm gonna go talk with the other people here. Thanks again for coming," Liz told them with a sad smile.
Liddy and Ella hugged their mom one last time before turning around and heading to Central Park.
"So, how's college?" Liddy asked her.
"Cut the crap, Lids. What was that about?"
"What are you talking about?"
"That was so fake! You hated dad. You hated how he wanted you to be the best in everything."
"Shut up. I wanted to be like mom, alright? I wanted to be a writer and that's that."
Ella scoffed.
"She's not even your real mom."
That hit Liddy and she ran to her car.
"Stupid word vomit. Liddy, wait!"
Ella ran after Liddy.
"What do you want?!" Liddy yelled.
"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. It didn't mean for it to come out like that."
Ella opened the car door and sat on the seat.
Liddy sighed.
"You don't understand, Ella. My birth mom left me."
"Why didn't you tell me this before? When we were teenagers, you always said that your mom left you when you were young and you never knew her."
"When I was just a little baby, Avery, my birth mother, got held captive in North Korea. Dad did everything to get her back, but it was too late. So, mom helped dad out with taking care of me. They never really started dating until she found out that she was pregnant with you."
Ella smirked.
"I remember dad saying that they 'made' me because they were afraid that the world would end."
They shared a laugh.
"I'm really sorry about earlier, though," Ella said.
"No, it's fine. I just can't think right now."
"Where's Will, by the way?"
"He's out there talking to mom."
Ella smiled.
"He's good for you, Liddy."
Liddy hugged Ella.
"I know he is."
Liddy turned the radio on in her car and they both laughed as they heard a familiar song.
"Sitting on a park bench! Neer, neer, neer. I don't know the words except park bench!" they yelled as they laughed.
"This was dad's song!" Liddy yelled.
"You wanna go get pizza?" Ella asked.
"Just like old times?"
"Let's order two and see who can shotgun it!"
"Deal!"
END (maybe a little series between the sisters when they were younger. Maybe...)
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Younger Companion
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine
Spoilers: None.
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Summary: Jack gets paid to date Liz.
After a long day at work, Pete and Liz decided to take the subway to go home.
Pete noticed that Liz was staring at the couple who was sitting together closely.
"What's up? Why are you staring at them?" Pete asked Liz.
"Well, look. I'm just sick and tired of seeing these couples having so much romantic moments. It makes me feel more lonely than I already am."
Pete laughed.
"Since when did you start caring about having a relationship?" he asked, smirking.
Liz looked at him and he saw that her eyes were watering.
"I'm forty, Pete. I used to believe that by the time I hit forty, I would have a gorgeous husband, two kids and Emily Dickinson the cat."
"Well, you have one. You have Emily Dickinson. And hey, you've been married once. To Jack, remember? Just wait, Liz. It'll all come true one day."
Liz sniffled.
"Sometimes I wonder if I was made single."
"Are you on your woman times this week?" Pete asked jokingly.
Liz scoffed.
"Shut up, Pete."
They stayed quiet until Liz's phone started ringing.
"Hello? Oh, hey Jack. No, I'm with Pete. No, no. We're on the subway. I'm almost home. Why? I know, they have really good signal down here, which is strange..."
"Lightbulb!" Pete yelled.
"...uh, hang on, Jack. What, Pete?"
"What if I pay Donaghy to go on a date with you?"
"What?!"
"Come on, it'll seriously work. And hey, if you're that desperate--"
"I'm not desperate!" she yelled.
"I'd be okay with it," Jack said through the phone.
"Hang on, Pete. What'd you say, Jack?"
"I said, I'd be okay with it."
"Okay with what?"
"Pete paying me to take you out on a date. He could pay for dinner."
Liz scoffed.
"What are you talking about? Don't you have a date with some supermodel tomorrow night?"
She could hear Jack laughing through the phone.
"I never said it had to be tomorrow night. We'll talk about it more tomorrow, okay?"
Liz hung up.
"You stupid--"
"Hey, it's your station!" Pete yelled.
Liz eyed him closely.
"I'm watching you, Hornberger."
Pete gave himself a pat on the back. Liz said his good ideas come once in a decade, but no. That's twice in a decade!
**
The next morning, Liz was about to step out of her apartment to go to work when Jack walked in.
"You, me, dinner. Saturday."
Liz rolled her eyes.
"That is so not a proper way to ask someone to dinner."
Jack sighed and go down on one knee.
"Elizabeth Christina Lemon--"
"That's not my middle name."
"--will you go to dinner with me on Saturday night?"
"Hmm. I'll think about it."
"Think about it? What do you mean--"
"I gotta get to work."
"Will you think about it in the limo if I give you a ride?"
"What? No, Jack. I'm gonna take a taxi."
"We're stopping by for ice cream," he said.
"Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!" Liz said as she ran downstairs.
"The man just proposed," an old man said to his wife as they passed by.
"No!! Really?" the elderly wife replied with a sarcastic tone.
**
It was finally Saturday night. Liz put the final touches of her makeup and waited for Jack to knock on her door.
At exactly seven o' clock, that did happen.
"Wow. You clean up nice," Jack told her.
Liz smiled.
"Off to our date, madam?"
"Certainly, kind sir."
Jack took her to this wonderful restaurant where they served both fried chicken AND fancy food.
"Wow. It's like a mix of my favorite foods and your favorite foods. They should call this Lemon-Donaghy," Liz joked.
Jack chuckled.
"What's up? Why are you so quiet tonight?" Liz asked him.
"It's nothing."
But it really was something. Seeing Liz like this, dressing up for him was...wow. There was something about her that made his heart skip a beat. He really felt bad that he was paid to do this. He should return the money, because he was really enjoying this.
They laughed and drank some fancy, expensive wine for about an hour or two.
"You want to dance?" Jack asked her.
"I didn't know you could dance," Liz said.
"Oh, trust me. I can."
They danced for a while, but Liz saw that it was getting late.
"We should probably go," she said.
Jack nodded and followed her outside. He called for a limo and they went straight to her house. Jack walked her up to her apartment.
"I had a great time tonight," Jack said.
"Yeah, me too."
"I feel really bad for taking Pete's money. I'll give it back to him tomorrow. How about a second date next Saturday?"
Liz smiled, and chuckled nervously.
"Jack, we would never work out."
"And why is that?"
"It's simple, really. I'm casual, you're fancy. I work with poor morons, you work with high-class people."
"But that's the point, Lemon. Our personalities clash. It didn't work out between you and Carol because you two were too alike, and that was the same thing that happened between Avery and me. They say that two people with two different personalities end up making something beautiful."
Liz kissed him on the cheek.
"Good first date, Jack," she said.
"Wait, you said first. After first, there's technically going to be a second...right?"
Liz smiled.
"I'll see you Monday morning at work," Liz said as she closed the door.
"I will have you, Liz Lemon. Mark my words."
"I heard that!" Liz yelled.
"That was the point!" he yelled back.
**
Monday morning came and Liz woke up to the face of Casey Anthony on her television.
"Ugh. That girl cannot get pregnant again. Who knows what she'll do to that child?" she told herself.
She went to the restroom to fix her hair and when she came back, Jack was sitting on the edge of her bed, television remote in hand.
Liz gasped and put her hand on her chest to let him know how much he scared her.
"Jack! What are you...what are you doing here?"
"I made you breakfast," he said.
Liz chuckled.
"That's nice. How did you get in here?"
"Oh. You gave me a key, remember?"
Liz shook her head.
"It was the day when you had oral surgery on Valentine's Day last year. You can have it back if you need it."
"No. Absolutely not. You can keep it. I mean, if you want it."
Jack's eyebrows were raised when Liz said that.
Liz rolled her eyes.
"Never mind. Give me the key. Now."
"No, I think I'll keep it."
"Jack!"
"You haven't an answer yet."
"An answer for what?!"
"If you want to have another date on Saturday."
"What?!"
"If you don't answer, you'll have to go on a date with me every day this week."
"WHAT?!" Liz shrieked.
Jack smiled.
"I'll see you tonight. And the next night, and the one after that..."
Liz stomped her foot on the ground.
"Damn you, Donaghy," she said.
"What can I do? It's in my blood, I guess."
"Yeah, well if I punch you, there will be blood!"
Jack ran to the door.
"See you at work, Lemon!"
Liz slammed the door.
"What have I gotten myself into?" she asked herself.
END
Disclaimer: Not mine
Spoilers: None.
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Summary: Jack gets paid to date Liz.
After a long day at work, Pete and Liz decided to take the subway to go home.
Pete noticed that Liz was staring at the couple who was sitting together closely.
"What's up? Why are you staring at them?" Pete asked Liz.
"Well, look. I'm just sick and tired of seeing these couples having so much romantic moments. It makes me feel more lonely than I already am."
Pete laughed.
"Since when did you start caring about having a relationship?" he asked, smirking.
Liz looked at him and he saw that her eyes were watering.
"I'm forty, Pete. I used to believe that by the time I hit forty, I would have a gorgeous husband, two kids and Emily Dickinson the cat."
"Well, you have one. You have Emily Dickinson. And hey, you've been married once. To Jack, remember? Just wait, Liz. It'll all come true one day."
Liz sniffled.
"Sometimes I wonder if I was made single."
"Are you on your woman times this week?" Pete asked jokingly.
Liz scoffed.
"Shut up, Pete."
They stayed quiet until Liz's phone started ringing.
"Hello? Oh, hey Jack. No, I'm with Pete. No, no. We're on the subway. I'm almost home. Why? I know, they have really good signal down here, which is strange..."
"Lightbulb!" Pete yelled.
"...uh, hang on, Jack. What, Pete?"
"What if I pay Donaghy to go on a date with you?"
"What?!"
"Come on, it'll seriously work. And hey, if you're that desperate--"
"I'm not desperate!" she yelled.
"I'd be okay with it," Jack said through the phone.
"Hang on, Pete. What'd you say, Jack?"
"I said, I'd be okay with it."
"Okay with what?"
"Pete paying me to take you out on a date. He could pay for dinner."
Liz scoffed.
"What are you talking about? Don't you have a date with some supermodel tomorrow night?"
She could hear Jack laughing through the phone.
"I never said it had to be tomorrow night. We'll talk about it more tomorrow, okay?"
Liz hung up.
"You stupid--"
"Hey, it's your station!" Pete yelled.
Liz eyed him closely.
"I'm watching you, Hornberger."
Pete gave himself a pat on the back. Liz said his good ideas come once in a decade, but no. That's twice in a decade!
**
The next morning, Liz was about to step out of her apartment to go to work when Jack walked in.
"You, me, dinner. Saturday."
Liz rolled her eyes.
"That is so not a proper way to ask someone to dinner."
Jack sighed and go down on one knee.
"Elizabeth Christina Lemon--"
"That's not my middle name."
"--will you go to dinner with me on Saturday night?"
"Hmm. I'll think about it."
"Think about it? What do you mean--"
"I gotta get to work."
"Will you think about it in the limo if I give you a ride?"
"What? No, Jack. I'm gonna take a taxi."
"We're stopping by for ice cream," he said.
"Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!" Liz said as she ran downstairs.
"The man just proposed," an old man said to his wife as they passed by.
"No!! Really?" the elderly wife replied with a sarcastic tone.
**
It was finally Saturday night. Liz put the final touches of her makeup and waited for Jack to knock on her door.
At exactly seven o' clock, that did happen.
"Wow. You clean up nice," Jack told her.
Liz smiled.
"Off to our date, madam?"
"Certainly, kind sir."
Jack took her to this wonderful restaurant where they served both fried chicken AND fancy food.
"Wow. It's like a mix of my favorite foods and your favorite foods. They should call this Lemon-Donaghy," Liz joked.
Jack chuckled.
"What's up? Why are you so quiet tonight?" Liz asked him.
"It's nothing."
But it really was something. Seeing Liz like this, dressing up for him was...wow. There was something about her that made his heart skip a beat. He really felt bad that he was paid to do this. He should return the money, because he was really enjoying this.
They laughed and drank some fancy, expensive wine for about an hour or two.
"You want to dance?" Jack asked her.
"I didn't know you could dance," Liz said.
"Oh, trust me. I can."
They danced for a while, but Liz saw that it was getting late.
"We should probably go," she said.
Jack nodded and followed her outside. He called for a limo and they went straight to her house. Jack walked her up to her apartment.
"I had a great time tonight," Jack said.
"Yeah, me too."
"I feel really bad for taking Pete's money. I'll give it back to him tomorrow. How about a second date next Saturday?"
Liz smiled, and chuckled nervously.
"Jack, we would never work out."
"And why is that?"
"It's simple, really. I'm casual, you're fancy. I work with poor morons, you work with high-class people."
"But that's the point, Lemon. Our personalities clash. It didn't work out between you and Carol because you two were too alike, and that was the same thing that happened between Avery and me. They say that two people with two different personalities end up making something beautiful."
Liz kissed him on the cheek.
"Good first date, Jack," she said.
"Wait, you said first. After first, there's technically going to be a second...right?"
Liz smiled.
"I'll see you Monday morning at work," Liz said as she closed the door.
"I will have you, Liz Lemon. Mark my words."
"I heard that!" Liz yelled.
"That was the point!" he yelled back.
**
Monday morning came and Liz woke up to the face of Casey Anthony on her television.
"Ugh. That girl cannot get pregnant again. Who knows what she'll do to that child?" she told herself.
She went to the restroom to fix her hair and when she came back, Jack was sitting on the edge of her bed, television remote in hand.
Liz gasped and put her hand on her chest to let him know how much he scared her.
"Jack! What are you...what are you doing here?"
"I made you breakfast," he said.
Liz chuckled.
"That's nice. How did you get in here?"
"Oh. You gave me a key, remember?"
Liz shook her head.
"It was the day when you had oral surgery on Valentine's Day last year. You can have it back if you need it."
"No. Absolutely not. You can keep it. I mean, if you want it."
Jack's eyebrows were raised when Liz said that.
Liz rolled her eyes.
"Never mind. Give me the key. Now."
"No, I think I'll keep it."
"Jack!"
"You haven't an answer yet."
"An answer for what?!"
"If you want to have another date on Saturday."
"What?!"
"If you don't answer, you'll have to go on a date with me every day this week."
"WHAT?!" Liz shrieked.
Jack smiled.
"I'll see you tonight. And the next night, and the one after that..."
Liz stomped her foot on the ground.
"Damn you, Donaghy," she said.
"What can I do? It's in my blood, I guess."
"Yeah, well if I punch you, there will be blood!"
Jack ran to the door.
"See you at work, Lemon!"
Liz slammed the door.
"What have I gotten myself into?" she asked herself.
END
So Much More Different
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine
Spoilers: None.
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Summary: Jack gets paid to date Liz.
After a long day at work, Pete and Liz decided to take the subway to go home.
Pete noticed that Liz was staring at the couple who was sitting together closely.
"What's up? Why are you staring at them?" Pete asked Liz.
"Well, look. I'm just sick and tired of seeing these couples having so much romantic moments. It makes me feel more lonely than I already am."
Pete laughed.
"Since when did you start caring about having a relationship?" he asked, smirking.
Liz looked at him and he saw that her eyes were watering.
"I'm forty, Pete. I used to believe that by the time I hit forty, I would have a gorgeous husband, two kids and Emily Dickinson the cat."
"Well, you have one. You have Emily Dickinson. And hey, you've been married once. To Jack, remember? Just wait, Liz. It'll all come true one day."
Liz sniffled.
"Sometimes I wonder if I was made single."
"Are you on your woman times this week?" Pete asked jokingly.
Liz scoffed.
"Shut up, Pete."
They stayed quiet until Liz's phone started ringing.
"Hello? Oh, hey Jack. No, I'm with Pete. No, no. We're on the subway. I'm almost home. Why? I know, they have really good signal down here, which is strange..."
"Lightbulb!" Pete yelled.
"...uh, hang on, Jack. What, Pete?"
"What if I pay Donaghy to go on a date with you?"
"What?!"
"Come on, it'll seriously work. And hey, if you're that desperate--"
"I'm not desperate!" she yelled.
"I'd be okay with it," Jack said through the phone.
"Hang on, Pete. What'd you say, Jack?"
"I said, I'd be okay with it."
"Okay with what?"
"Pete paying me to take you out on a date. He could pay for dinner."
Liz scoffed.
"What are you talking about? Don't you have a date with some supermodel tomorrow night?"
She could hear Jack laughing through the phone.
"I never said it had to be tomorrow night. We'll talk about it more tomorrow, okay?"
Liz hung up.
"You stupid--"
"Hey, it's your station!" Pete yelled.
Liz eyed him closely.
"I'm watching you, Hornberger."
Pete gave himself a pat on the back. Liz said his good ideas come once in a decade, but no. That's twice in a decade!
**
The next morning, Liz was about to step out of her apartment to go to work when Jack walked in.
"You, me, dinner. Saturday."
Liz rolled her eyes.
"That is so not a proper way to ask someone to dinner."
Jack sighed and go down on one knee.
"Elizabeth Christina Lemon--"
"That's not my middle name."
"--will you go to dinner with me on Saturday night?"
"Hmm. I'll think about it."
"Think about it? What do you mean--"
"I gotta get to work."
"Will you think about it in the limo if I give you a ride?"
"What? No, Jack. I'm gonna take a taxi."
"We're stopping by for ice cream," he said.
"Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!" Liz said as she ran downstairs.
"The man just proposed," an old man said to his wife as they passed by.
"No!! Really?" the elderly wife replied with a sarcastic tone.
**
It was finally Saturday night. Liz put the final touches of her makeup and waited for Jack to knock on her door.
At exactly seven o' clock, that did happen.
"Wow. You clean up nice," Jack told her.
Liz smiled.
"Off to our date, madam?"
"Certainly, kind sir."
Jack took her to this wonderful restaurant where they served both fried chicken AND fancy food.
"Wow. It's like a mix of my favorite foods and your favorite foods. They should call this Lemon-Donaghy," Liz joked.
Jack chuckled.
"What's up? Why are you so quiet tonight?" Liz asked him.
"It's nothing."
But it really was something. Seeing Liz like this, dressing up for him was...wow. There was something about her that made his heart skip a beat. He really felt bad that he was paid to do this. He should return the money, because he was really enjoying this.
They laughed and drank some fancy, expensive wine for about an hour or two.
"You want to dance?" Jack asked her.
"I didn't know you could dance," Liz said.
"Oh, trust me. I can."
They danced for a while, but Liz saw that it was getting late.
"We should probably go," she said.
Jack nodded and followed her outside. He called for a limo and they went straight to her house. Jack walked her up to her apartment.
"I had a great time tonight," Jack said.
"Yeah, me too."
"I feel really bad for taking Pete's money. I'll give it back to him tomorrow. How about a second date next Saturday?"
Liz smiled, and chuckled nervously.
"Jack, we would never work out."
"And why is that?"
"It's simple, really. I'm casual, you're fancy. I work with poor morons, you work with high-class people."
"But that's the point, Lemon. Our personalities clash. It didn't work out between you and Carol because you two were too alike, and that was the same thing that happened between Avery and me. They say that two people with two different personalities end up making something beautiful."
Liz kissed him on the cheek.
"Good first date, Jack," she said.
"Wait, you said first. After first, there's technically going to be a second...right?"
Liz smiled.
"I'll see you Monday morning at work," Liz said as she closed the door.
"I will have you, Liz Lemon. Mark my words."
"I heard that!" Liz yelled.
"That was the point!" he yelled back.
**
Monday morning came and Liz woke up to the face of Casey Anthony on her television.
"Ugh. That girl cannot get pregnant again. Who knows what she'll do to that child?" she told herself.
She went to the restroom to fix her hair and when she came back, Jack was sitting on the edge of her bed, television remote in hand.
Liz gasped and put her hand on her chest to let him know how much he scared her.
"Jack! What are you...what are you doing here?"
"I made you breakfast," he said.
Liz chuckled.
"That's nice. How did you get in here?"
"Oh. You gave me a key, remember?"
Liz shook her head.
"It was the day when you had oral surgery on Valentine's Day last year. You can have it back if you need it."
"No. Absolutely not. You can keep it. I mean, if you want it."
Jack's eyebrows were raised when Liz said that.
Liz rolled her eyes.
"Never mind. Give me the key. Now."
"No, I think I'll keep it."
"Jack!"
"You haven't an answer yet."
"An answer for what?!"
"If you want to have another date on Saturday."
"What?!"
"If you don't answer, you'll have to go on a date with me every day this week."
"WHAT?!" Liz shrieked.
Jack smiled.
"I'll see you tonight. And the next night, and the one after that..."
Liz stomped her foot on the ground.
"Damn you, Donaghy," she said.
"What can I do? It's in my blood, I guess."
"Yeah, well if I punch you, there will be blood!"
Jack ran to the door.
"See you at work, Lemon!"
Liz slammed the door.
"What have I gotten myself into?" she asked herself.
END
Disclaimer: Not mine
Spoilers: None.
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Summary: Jack gets paid to date Liz.
After a long day at work, Pete and Liz decided to take the subway to go home.
Pete noticed that Liz was staring at the couple who was sitting together closely.
"What's up? Why are you staring at them?" Pete asked Liz.
"Well, look. I'm just sick and tired of seeing these couples having so much romantic moments. It makes me feel more lonely than I already am."
Pete laughed.
"Since when did you start caring about having a relationship?" he asked, smirking.
Liz looked at him and he saw that her eyes were watering.
"I'm forty, Pete. I used to believe that by the time I hit forty, I would have a gorgeous husband, two kids and Emily Dickinson the cat."
"Well, you have one. You have Emily Dickinson. And hey, you've been married once. To Jack, remember? Just wait, Liz. It'll all come true one day."
Liz sniffled.
"Sometimes I wonder if I was made single."
"Are you on your woman times this week?" Pete asked jokingly.
Liz scoffed.
"Shut up, Pete."
They stayed quiet until Liz's phone started ringing.
"Hello? Oh, hey Jack. No, I'm with Pete. No, no. We're on the subway. I'm almost home. Why? I know, they have really good signal down here, which is strange..."
"Lightbulb!" Pete yelled.
"...uh, hang on, Jack. What, Pete?"
"What if I pay Donaghy to go on a date with you?"
"What?!"
"Come on, it'll seriously work. And hey, if you're that desperate--"
"I'm not desperate!" she yelled.
"I'd be okay with it," Jack said through the phone.
"Hang on, Pete. What'd you say, Jack?"
"I said, I'd be okay with it."
"Okay with what?"
"Pete paying me to take you out on a date. He could pay for dinner."
Liz scoffed.
"What are you talking about? Don't you have a date with some supermodel tomorrow night?"
She could hear Jack laughing through the phone.
"I never said it had to be tomorrow night. We'll talk about it more tomorrow, okay?"
Liz hung up.
"You stupid--"
"Hey, it's your station!" Pete yelled.
Liz eyed him closely.
"I'm watching you, Hornberger."
Pete gave himself a pat on the back. Liz said his good ideas come once in a decade, but no. That's twice in a decade!
**
The next morning, Liz was about to step out of her apartment to go to work when Jack walked in.
"You, me, dinner. Saturday."
Liz rolled her eyes.
"That is so not a proper way to ask someone to dinner."
Jack sighed and go down on one knee.
"Elizabeth Christina Lemon--"
"That's not my middle name."
"--will you go to dinner with me on Saturday night?"
"Hmm. I'll think about it."
"Think about it? What do you mean--"
"I gotta get to work."
"Will you think about it in the limo if I give you a ride?"
"What? No, Jack. I'm gonna take a taxi."
"We're stopping by for ice cream," he said.
"Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!" Liz said as she ran downstairs.
"The man just proposed," an old man said to his wife as they passed by.
"No!! Really?" the elderly wife replied with a sarcastic tone.
**
It was finally Saturday night. Liz put the final touches of her makeup and waited for Jack to knock on her door.
At exactly seven o' clock, that did happen.
"Wow. You clean up nice," Jack told her.
Liz smiled.
"Off to our date, madam?"
"Certainly, kind sir."
Jack took her to this wonderful restaurant where they served both fried chicken AND fancy food.
"Wow. It's like a mix of my favorite foods and your favorite foods. They should call this Lemon-Donaghy," Liz joked.
Jack chuckled.
"What's up? Why are you so quiet tonight?" Liz asked him.
"It's nothing."
But it really was something. Seeing Liz like this, dressing up for him was...wow. There was something about her that made his heart skip a beat. He really felt bad that he was paid to do this. He should return the money, because he was really enjoying this.
They laughed and drank some fancy, expensive wine for about an hour or two.
"You want to dance?" Jack asked her.
"I didn't know you could dance," Liz said.
"Oh, trust me. I can."
They danced for a while, but Liz saw that it was getting late.
"We should probably go," she said.
Jack nodded and followed her outside. He called for a limo and they went straight to her house. Jack walked her up to her apartment.
"I had a great time tonight," Jack said.
"Yeah, me too."
"I feel really bad for taking Pete's money. I'll give it back to him tomorrow. How about a second date next Saturday?"
Liz smiled, and chuckled nervously.
"Jack, we would never work out."
"And why is that?"
"It's simple, really. I'm casual, you're fancy. I work with poor morons, you work with high-class people."
"But that's the point, Lemon. Our personalities clash. It didn't work out between you and Carol because you two were too alike, and that was the same thing that happened between Avery and me. They say that two people with two different personalities end up making something beautiful."
Liz kissed him on the cheek.
"Good first date, Jack," she said.
"Wait, you said first. After first, there's technically going to be a second...right?"
Liz smiled.
"I'll see you Monday morning at work," Liz said as she closed the door.
"I will have you, Liz Lemon. Mark my words."
"I heard that!" Liz yelled.
"That was the point!" he yelled back.
**
Monday morning came and Liz woke up to the face of Casey Anthony on her television.
"Ugh. That girl cannot get pregnant again. Who knows what she'll do to that child?" she told herself.
She went to the restroom to fix her hair and when she came back, Jack was sitting on the edge of her bed, television remote in hand.
Liz gasped and put her hand on her chest to let him know how much he scared her.
"Jack! What are you...what are you doing here?"
"I made you breakfast," he said.
Liz chuckled.
"That's nice. How did you get in here?"
"Oh. You gave me a key, remember?"
Liz shook her head.
"It was the day when you had oral surgery on Valentine's Day last year. You can have it back if you need it."
"No. Absolutely not. You can keep it. I mean, if you want it."
Jack's eyebrows were raised when Liz said that.
Liz rolled her eyes.
"Never mind. Give me the key. Now."
"No, I think I'll keep it."
"Jack!"
"You haven't an answer yet."
"An answer for what?!"
"If you want to have another date on Saturday."
"What?!"
"If you don't answer, you'll have to go on a date with me every day this week."
"WHAT?!" Liz shrieked.
Jack smiled.
"I'll see you tonight. And the next night, and the one after that..."
Liz stomped her foot on the ground.
"Damn you, Donaghy," she said.
"What can I do? It's in my blood, I guess."
"Yeah, well if I punch you, there will be blood!"
Jack ran to the door.
"See you at work, Lemon!"
Liz slammed the door.
"What have I gotten myself into?" she asked herself.
END
What's Your Drink, Pumpkin?
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Summary: Jack takes Liz out for a drink. Title is based on what Archie wrote in Brett's book in "Suburban Girl."
A/N: I love that movie to death. Sometimes I think of it as my life story, but then again, I don't. The movie makes me cry SO MUCH!
"Hey, Liz. They're out of Cheetos...so I think I'll just head home."
"What? Frank, you can't do that! I am NOT staying here to do all these re-writes!"
"Save that for the honeymoon."
"What honeymoon?!"
"Hey, I ask the questions around here. Not you. I'll just...come here whenever."
"Frank! Come on! You stupid fungdark."
Frank waved goodbye at her.
Just as Frank left, Jack came in the writers' room.
"Can you fire Frank?" Liz asked.
"I don't have to. You can do that yourself. You're their boss after all."
"Yeah. But I don't like firing people."
"Why? It's the beauty of being a boss."
Liz chuckled.
"So, are you staying here all night to get some re-writes done?"
Liz rolled her eyes.
"Whatever. I can do them tomorrow. There's no way in hell that I'm staying up for work. Hey, can you sign my book?"
Jack laughed.
"You actually bought my book?" he asked.
"No, you fungdark. You gave it to me yesterday. I want you to sign it because I can tell my children or grandchildren that I was best friends with the legendary John Francis Donaghy."
"And once married, don't forget that. That'll give you a lot of stories to tell," Jack said.
Liz handed him the book and Jack signed it.
"To Elizabeth Lemon, my ex-wife who I loved for some brief seconds and my best friend."
Liz chuckled as Jack gave the book back to him. On the corner of the page, he wrote, "What's your drink, pumpkin?"
Jack looked at her as she was reading it.
"You want to go to a bar?" she asked him.
"No, of course not. I have wine at my house. We can grab some and take them to the park while I take Liddy to her evening stroll."
Liz smiled.
"Sounds good to me," she said, as she threw the re-writes in the air.
Jack took her to his apartment where she chose what drink she wanted. After having so many choices, she just told Jack that she'll have what he's having.
"Are you sure, Lemon? My drink's pretty strong," he said.
"I don't care. If anything, just give me something so strong that I'll fall in love with the first man I see. Do you have that?"
Jack sighed.
"I'll look."
Liz walked to where Liddy's crib was and she started talking to her.
"Hi, Liddy! It's your Auntie Lizzy! You were named after me, you know? Well, your middle name, at least."
Liddy smiled as Liz picked her up and carried her.
"Who's a good baby? Who's a good baby?" Liz said, in her baby-cooing voice.
"I think she gets it, Lemon. No need to scare her," Jack said from the kitchen.
"Hey! She needs some praise. She didn't get that from you or Avery."
Jack laughed.
"Do you think you can stop by Saturday morning to go with Liddy and me to see Winnie-the-Pooh?"
Liz gasped.
"Do I get in for free?" she asked.
Jack nodded.
"Oh my gosh! I love Winnie-the-Pooh! I will so be there, Jack."
Jack smiled as he gave her the drink.
"See you then. Now, come on. Put Liddy in the stroller and let's take a walk in the park."
"Hang on. What are we going to do with the glasses after we're done?"
"Put them in the trash can. It's not like they're my only wine glasses, Lemon."
Liz snorted as she agreed.
She put Liddy in the stroller and they walked to the park.
"Proximity without intimacy," Jack said as they arrived at the park.
"Excuse me?" Liz asked.
"A wise man told me that that was his definition of hell."
"What, closeness without romance?"
Jack nodded.
Liz laughed.
"That's not true. Wow, that drink really worked. That was only one, right?"
Jack nodded.
"Really? That felt like two," she said.
Liddy began crying.
"Oh, no. I never know what to do whenever she starts to cry."
"Don't worry, Jack. I can handle this."
Liz got Liddy out of the stroller and carried her. She was gently rocking the baby to sleep. Soon enough, she started to fall asleep.
"That's a good baby," Liz said as she put her back in the stroller.
Jack roared in laughter.
"That is amazing! How did you do that?" he asked.
"I have my ways."
They talked and talked for what seemed like hours, but but no one bothered to look at the time until later on.
"Yikes! Do you know that it's two in the morning?" Liz asked.
Jack's eyes widened.
"We need to take you home."
Liz bit her lip and chuckled nervously.
"Just a few problems. I'm really tired...and I left my key in my office back at work. Can I stay with you until tomorrow morning?"
Jack smiled.
"Be our guest."
When they got home, Jack was making the bed and getting one of the toothbrushes he bought in case there were guests.
"Now, the bed is more comfortable than you think. There's a toothbrush here in case you need it and I'll get you--"
Jack saw that Liz fell asleep on his bed with Liddy near her.
He smiled as he took Liddy and put her back in the crib and went to sleep on the other side of the bed.
"Good night, Pumpkin."
**
The next morning, Liz woke up to the sound of Jack making a phone call. He seemed pretty into the call, so Liz guessed that it was probably a business call. He looked different, though. He was still wearing the blue dress shirt and everything, but there was something different about it. Some buttons were popped, his tie was disheveled and his hair was a mess.
"Thank you, gentlemen. I appreciate that. I will see you at the business meeting this afternoon," Jack said.
He hung up and saw that Liz was awake.
"Hey, you're up early," he said.
Liz chuckled.
"Let's just say that someone's bed was really comfortable and it gave me the best sleepy-time of my life."
Jack laughed.
"Did you not change into sleeping clothes after we got here?" she asked him.
"I would say the same about you, but you don't live here."
Liz chuckled.
"No, I was so tired from last night that I literally just fell on the bed," he said.
"Funny story, I think I did the same."
Jack chuckled and rolled his eyes.
"Alright. Let's get some breakfast so we can go to work."
Liz groaned.
"I don't want to go to work yet. You can go whenever you want. Can you tell Pete I'll be coming in late?"
"What if he asks why?" Jack asked.
"Tell him that I'm tired and that I'm arriving whenever you are."
Jack chuckled.
"Sounds good enough," he said.
"Meanwhile, I'll call Jenna. She's probably already looking for me."
Jack gave her a thumbs-up as he dialed Pete's number.
"TGS, this is Pete Hornberger speaking. How may I help you?"
"Pete, it's Jack. Lemon's coming in a little late today."
"Oh my God, why? Is she sick?"
"No. She's doing perfectly well. She's just really tired since she spent the night with me last night, so she'll be arriving about the same time I might be coming in."
"And what time is that?"
Jack chuckled.
"Pete, I'm your boss. I can come in whenever I want to. I could probably be on may way now or I could possibly arrive there in two to three hours."
"Jack, you can't do that! The writers are doing nothing!"
"Again, I'm your boss. You're their boss, so you can fire them."
Pete groaned.
"Fine. I'll see you and Liz later."
Jack hung up.
"The Girlie Show, this is Jenna Maroney speaking. I'm blond and yes, I am twenty-nine. How may I help you?"
Liz scoffed.
"Jenna, it's Liz."
"Oh, hey Liz! Where are you anyway?"
"I'm coming in late," she said.
"Why?" Jenna asked.
"I was with Jack all night and I don't know how long I stayed up with him, but now I'm tired. My legs are sore and I can't walk. So, I'll just be arriving whenever Jack does, okay?"
Jenna burst out laughing.
"HAHAHA! Oh my God. Nice one, Liz. Now tell me, where are you really at? Come on, did Jack do you that hard?"
Liz rolled her eyes.
"Jack, explain to Jenna where I was last night," she said as she gave him her phone.
Jack sighed.
"Jenna, Elizabeth was with me last night and I can tell you right now that she is telling the truth. We stayed up until two in the morning or something. She spent the night at my house and she's really tired. So, we'll be there in a few hours."
Jenna smirked.
"I gotcha," Jenna said as she hung up.
"Are your legs really sore?" he asked Liz.
Liz nodded.
"I didn't know we walked two miles last night," she said.
"Well, of course. It was Central Park after all. You want me to give you a massage?"
Liz thought about it for a moment.
"Nah, I'm good. Let's go to your gym room."
"You want to exercise with sore legs?"
"Feel the burn!" she said.
Jack laughed.
"Okay, Lemon. By the way, you are responsible for buying your own work-out clothes."
Liz tried to explain, but Jack stopped her.
"I'm kidding. I'll get Jonathan to buy you some and he'll deliver it straight here."
"That'll add to his list of why he hates me."
Jack smirked.
"We'll see, Lemon."
About half an hour later, someone knocked on the door.
"I'll get it, Jack. It's probably Jonathan," Liz said.
Sure enough, it was Jonathan and he didn't look too happy. He brought Liz some work-out clothes that Jack ordered him to buy, a water bottle and a tennis racket. He put on a fake but painful smile.
"Here you go, Miss Lemon," he said.
Liz chuckled.
"Thank you, Jonathan. Oh, by the way, tell Jenna that I'll be 'burning some calories' with Jack," Liz said before shutting the door in front of him.
Jonathan's jaw dropped.
Meanwhile Liz went to the bathroom to put on her work-out clothes.
"Dang. These pants hug my butt TIGHT!" she yelled.
Jack laughed.
"How's it going over there, Lemon?" he asked.
"Great! One question, though. Why'd you let him buy me a work-out bra?"
Jack scoffed.
"Come on, Lemon. You don't wear a tee-shirt to work-out."
"What about a--"
"No. Not a spaghetti strap either. Tie your hair and put on your contacts...and tie your shoes."
"How did you even know I had my contacts in my bag?" he asked.
"I just can, Lemon. Plus, I got Jonathan to get you an extra pack."
Liz rolled her eyes.
"Don't roll your eyes," he said.
"How did you--"
"Just get out here so I can see you!"
"You sound like my mother when I was trying out my prom dress," Liz joked.
"You didn't go to prom."
Liz came out of the restroom and turned around.
"Yay. Lemon wore her work-out clothes. How do I look?" she asked him.
Jack gasped.
"My, my. Lemon, you look like a woman who actually wants to work-out."
Liz smirked.
"I take that as a compliment."
"As well you should. Now, onward to the gym room!"
Jack walked her to the room and as soon as they got there, Liz got on the treadmill.
"Come on! Get on the other one, Jack!" Liz said.
Liz put her earphones on as she was on the treadmill. Jack, on the other hand, flipped the channel to Fox News.
Thirty minutes into the workout, Liz took her earphones off, shut the treadmill down, and grabbed her water bottle.
"You okay?" Jack asked her.
Liz nodded.
"Why don't we just go running for real? At Central Park?"
"We need to get to work. It's already noon."
"Oh."
Jack saw that Liz looked sad, so he decided to make her happy by saying that they could have a morning jog on Sunday.
Liz smiled.
"Really? That'd be great," she said.
"It's a jog, then. So, here's the plan for today. We leave in an hour, so you need to take a quick shower. We'll get fast-food for lunch at one of your favorite McDonalds or Burger King to-go. Then, we go our normal ways. If you still can't find your key, you're welcome to stay with me since we have tickets to see Winnie-the-Pooh tomorrow. Got it?"
Liz nodded.
"Yes, sir!" she yelled.
**
"One ten piece Chicken McNuggets, two large French Fries, one Iced Mocha, and one Dr. Pepper."
"Will that be all, sir?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Well, your total is--"
"Wait!" Liz yelled.
"What, Lemon?"
"Scoot over! I have an order."
"Yes, ma'am?" the man asked.
"I will take two chocolate-dipped cones."
"Is that it for you today?"
"Yup."
"Yes, your total will be $15.67. Please pull up to number one."
"Thank you!" Liz yelled as Jack pulled up the window.
"That was so immature of you," Jack said.
"What's so immature about ordering ice cream?"
"Uh, you literally sitting on my lap just to order it."
Liz cleared her throat.
"Well, then."
When they got to work, Jack followed Liz to the writers' room. They were sharing an order of fries and laughing about the stupidest things.
"Have you ever tried dipping fries into ice cream?" Liz asked him.
"Can't say I have, no."
"Well, you should. It's really, really good."
"I can't right now. My ice cream is still covered with chocolate."
Liz chuckled as she ate the ice cream.
"Whatever floats your boat, buddy."
"Where have you been all day?" Frank asked her.
Jack and Liz's laughter stopped and Liz looked at him seriously.
"Nowhere that involves you. Plus, why do you care? You left me here with all the re-writes, remember?"
"Yeah, which I found scattered all over the floor this morning!"
"That's because you people don't work. Now, the next one who leaves without finishing their work is getting FIRED, you hear me? Not just from me, but from Jack, too! How would you guys feel if you got double-fired?"
"Uh...uh...I'm sorry, Liz! I...I'm just--"
"Get back to work and no one talk. The next one who talks is getting fired. Get your work done," Liz said before entering her office with Jack.
Jack closed the door and his jaw dropped as he turned to look at Liz.
"What?" she asked grumpily.
"That was amazing, Lemon. You actually talked like a real boss out there. And double fired? That's a great idea," he said.
"Well, I've learned from the best," she said, smiling.
Jack pretended to wipe imaginary tears from his eyes.
"I'm so proud!" he said before hugging her.
"Those morons are getting fired, though."
Jack smirked.
Later that day, Liz decided to visit Jenna to see how she was doing.
"Hey, buddy," Liz said as she walked in.
"Wow. You must be sleeping with the boss a lot if you're starting to act like one. By the way, are your legs still sore or did they get even more sore?"
"What are you talking about, Jenna? Jack and I are not sleeping together."
"Oh, yeah? Well, why did Jonathan tell me that you guys were 'burning some calories' in Jack's house? Why did you spend the night there? Explain!"
Liz sighed.
"Yes, Jenna. I was burning some calories with Jack at the gym earlier, but not like that. I spent the night at Jack's house because I forgot my key. Now that I think of it, I should've just asked Jack because he has a key to my house."
Liz stood in thought while Jenna's eyes widened.
"What?" Liz asked her.
"JACK HAS A KEY," she said slowly.
"Yeah. I gave him that in case he has an emergency or something. I have a key to his house, too. What's so important about that?"
"Oh, come on, Liz! Couples only have keys to each others' houses!"
Liz rolled her eyes.
"Whatever, Jenna."
Jenna laughed.
"Hey, you wanna watch the new Harry Potter movie tomorrow?" Jenna asked her.
"Since when did you become interested in Harry Potter? And no, I can't. I'm watching Winnie-the-Pooh tomorrow with Jack and Liddy."
"How about Sunday?"
"Can't. I'm going on a morning jog with Jack at Central Park."
"What about anytime next week?"
"I don't know. I'll have to--"
"Nope. Lemon's going to be Liddy's baby-sitter. She's going to be living with me," Jack said.
"Since when did you get here?" Liz asked him.
"Just now."
Liz gasped.
"So, if I baby-sit Liddy, does that mean unlimited playtime with her?"
Jack smiled and nodded.
"YAY!!!!" Liz yelled.
Jenna smirked.
"You guys, get out of my dressing room!" Jenna screamed.
"Okay, okay! Sorry we bothered you," Liz said.
Jenna slammed the door in front of their faces.
"So you accept?" Jack asked her.
Liz nodded.
"Great. You start tomorrow. Bring your extra clothes and stuff because I need a late-night nanny, too."
Liz gave him a thumbs-up and walked back in the writers' room. When she walked in, she wasn't surprised at what she saw. Frank was throwing paper at Lutz, Sue was only in her bra, Cerie was walking barefoot and Kenneth was telling everyone to stop.
When they all saw Liz, everyone got quiet.
"Miss Lemon, I was just about to--"
"Shush, Kenneth," Liz told him.
Liz took a deep breath.
"Okay. I'm going to be the good boss here today because I have a child waiting for me. Please, get your work done because I don't need any more stress in my life. And if it makes you work better, Jack and I have provided you with fries. pick them up at the everybody dining room and report back here immediately to work. Did everyone get that?"
"Uh. Fries is not an appropriate lunch choice," Lutz pointed out.
"Don't. Just don't," Liz said, trying to keep cool as she went back to her office.
TBC
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Summary: Jack takes Liz out for a drink. Title is based on what Archie wrote in Brett's book in "Suburban Girl."
A/N: I love that movie to death. Sometimes I think of it as my life story, but then again, I don't. The movie makes me cry SO MUCH!
"Hey, Liz. They're out of Cheetos...so I think I'll just head home."
"What? Frank, you can't do that! I am NOT staying here to do all these re-writes!"
"Save that for the honeymoon."
"What honeymoon?!"
"Hey, I ask the questions around here. Not you. I'll just...come here whenever."
"Frank! Come on! You stupid fungdark."
Frank waved goodbye at her.
Just as Frank left, Jack came in the writers' room.
"Can you fire Frank?" Liz asked.
"I don't have to. You can do that yourself. You're their boss after all."
"Yeah. But I don't like firing people."
"Why? It's the beauty of being a boss."
Liz chuckled.
"So, are you staying here all night to get some re-writes done?"
Liz rolled her eyes.
"Whatever. I can do them tomorrow. There's no way in hell that I'm staying up for work. Hey, can you sign my book?"
Jack laughed.
"You actually bought my book?" he asked.
"No, you fungdark. You gave it to me yesterday. I want you to sign it because I can tell my children or grandchildren that I was best friends with the legendary John Francis Donaghy."
"And once married, don't forget that. That'll give you a lot of stories to tell," Jack said.
Liz handed him the book and Jack signed it.
"To Elizabeth Lemon, my ex-wife who I loved for some brief seconds and my best friend."
Liz chuckled as Jack gave the book back to him. On the corner of the page, he wrote, "What's your drink, pumpkin?"
Jack looked at her as she was reading it.
"You want to go to a bar?" she asked him.
"No, of course not. I have wine at my house. We can grab some and take them to the park while I take Liddy to her evening stroll."
Liz smiled.
"Sounds good to me," she said, as she threw the re-writes in the air.
Jack took her to his apartment where she chose what drink she wanted. After having so many choices, she just told Jack that she'll have what he's having.
"Are you sure, Lemon? My drink's pretty strong," he said.
"I don't care. If anything, just give me something so strong that I'll fall in love with the first man I see. Do you have that?"
Jack sighed.
"I'll look."
Liz walked to where Liddy's crib was and she started talking to her.
"Hi, Liddy! It's your Auntie Lizzy! You were named after me, you know? Well, your middle name, at least."
Liddy smiled as Liz picked her up and carried her.
"Who's a good baby? Who's a good baby?" Liz said, in her baby-cooing voice.
"I think she gets it, Lemon. No need to scare her," Jack said from the kitchen.
"Hey! She needs some praise. She didn't get that from you or Avery."
Jack laughed.
"Do you think you can stop by Saturday morning to go with Liddy and me to see Winnie-the-Pooh?"
Liz gasped.
"Do I get in for free?" she asked.
Jack nodded.
"Oh my gosh! I love Winnie-the-Pooh! I will so be there, Jack."
Jack smiled as he gave her the drink.
"See you then. Now, come on. Put Liddy in the stroller and let's take a walk in the park."
"Hang on. What are we going to do with the glasses after we're done?"
"Put them in the trash can. It's not like they're my only wine glasses, Lemon."
Liz snorted as she agreed.
She put Liddy in the stroller and they walked to the park.
"Proximity without intimacy," Jack said as they arrived at the park.
"Excuse me?" Liz asked.
"A wise man told me that that was his definition of hell."
"What, closeness without romance?"
Jack nodded.
Liz laughed.
"That's not true. Wow, that drink really worked. That was only one, right?"
Jack nodded.
"Really? That felt like two," she said.
Liddy began crying.
"Oh, no. I never know what to do whenever she starts to cry."
"Don't worry, Jack. I can handle this."
Liz got Liddy out of the stroller and carried her. She was gently rocking the baby to sleep. Soon enough, she started to fall asleep.
"That's a good baby," Liz said as she put her back in the stroller.
Jack roared in laughter.
"That is amazing! How did you do that?" he asked.
"I have my ways."
They talked and talked for what seemed like hours, but but no one bothered to look at the time until later on.
"Yikes! Do you know that it's two in the morning?" Liz asked.
Jack's eyes widened.
"We need to take you home."
Liz bit her lip and chuckled nervously.
"Just a few problems. I'm really tired...and I left my key in my office back at work. Can I stay with you until tomorrow morning?"
Jack smiled.
"Be our guest."
When they got home, Jack was making the bed and getting one of the toothbrushes he bought in case there were guests.
"Now, the bed is more comfortable than you think. There's a toothbrush here in case you need it and I'll get you--"
Jack saw that Liz fell asleep on his bed with Liddy near her.
He smiled as he took Liddy and put her back in the crib and went to sleep on the other side of the bed.
"Good night, Pumpkin."
**
The next morning, Liz woke up to the sound of Jack making a phone call. He seemed pretty into the call, so Liz guessed that it was probably a business call. He looked different, though. He was still wearing the blue dress shirt and everything, but there was something different about it. Some buttons were popped, his tie was disheveled and his hair was a mess.
"Thank you, gentlemen. I appreciate that. I will see you at the business meeting this afternoon," Jack said.
He hung up and saw that Liz was awake.
"Hey, you're up early," he said.
Liz chuckled.
"Let's just say that someone's bed was really comfortable and it gave me the best sleepy-time of my life."
Jack laughed.
"Did you not change into sleeping clothes after we got here?" she asked him.
"I would say the same about you, but you don't live here."
Liz chuckled.
"No, I was so tired from last night that I literally just fell on the bed," he said.
"Funny story, I think I did the same."
Jack chuckled and rolled his eyes.
"Alright. Let's get some breakfast so we can go to work."
Liz groaned.
"I don't want to go to work yet. You can go whenever you want. Can you tell Pete I'll be coming in late?"
"What if he asks why?" Jack asked.
"Tell him that I'm tired and that I'm arriving whenever you are."
Jack chuckled.
"Sounds good enough," he said.
"Meanwhile, I'll call Jenna. She's probably already looking for me."
Jack gave her a thumbs-up as he dialed Pete's number.
"TGS, this is Pete Hornberger speaking. How may I help you?"
"Pete, it's Jack. Lemon's coming in a little late today."
"Oh my God, why? Is she sick?"
"No. She's doing perfectly well. She's just really tired since she spent the night with me last night, so she'll be arriving about the same time I might be coming in."
"And what time is that?"
Jack chuckled.
"Pete, I'm your boss. I can come in whenever I want to. I could probably be on may way now or I could possibly arrive there in two to three hours."
"Jack, you can't do that! The writers are doing nothing!"
"Again, I'm your boss. You're their boss, so you can fire them."
Pete groaned.
"Fine. I'll see you and Liz later."
Jack hung up.
"The Girlie Show, this is Jenna Maroney speaking. I'm blond and yes, I am twenty-nine. How may I help you?"
Liz scoffed.
"Jenna, it's Liz."
"Oh, hey Liz! Where are you anyway?"
"I'm coming in late," she said.
"Why?" Jenna asked.
"I was with Jack all night and I don't know how long I stayed up with him, but now I'm tired. My legs are sore and I can't walk. So, I'll just be arriving whenever Jack does, okay?"
Jenna burst out laughing.
"HAHAHA! Oh my God. Nice one, Liz. Now tell me, where are you really at? Come on, did Jack do you that hard?"
Liz rolled her eyes.
"Jack, explain to Jenna where I was last night," she said as she gave him her phone.
Jack sighed.
"Jenna, Elizabeth was with me last night and I can tell you right now that she is telling the truth. We stayed up until two in the morning or something. She spent the night at my house and she's really tired. So, we'll be there in a few hours."
Jenna smirked.
"I gotcha," Jenna said as she hung up.
"Are your legs really sore?" he asked Liz.
Liz nodded.
"I didn't know we walked two miles last night," she said.
"Well, of course. It was Central Park after all. You want me to give you a massage?"
Liz thought about it for a moment.
"Nah, I'm good. Let's go to your gym room."
"You want to exercise with sore legs?"
"Feel the burn!" she said.
Jack laughed.
"Okay, Lemon. By the way, you are responsible for buying your own work-out clothes."
Liz tried to explain, but Jack stopped her.
"I'm kidding. I'll get Jonathan to buy you some and he'll deliver it straight here."
"That'll add to his list of why he hates me."
Jack smirked.
"We'll see, Lemon."
About half an hour later, someone knocked on the door.
"I'll get it, Jack. It's probably Jonathan," Liz said.
Sure enough, it was Jonathan and he didn't look too happy. He brought Liz some work-out clothes that Jack ordered him to buy, a water bottle and a tennis racket. He put on a fake but painful smile.
"Here you go, Miss Lemon," he said.
Liz chuckled.
"Thank you, Jonathan. Oh, by the way, tell Jenna that I'll be 'burning some calories' with Jack," Liz said before shutting the door in front of him.
Jonathan's jaw dropped.
Meanwhile Liz went to the bathroom to put on her work-out clothes.
"Dang. These pants hug my butt TIGHT!" she yelled.
Jack laughed.
"How's it going over there, Lemon?" he asked.
"Great! One question, though. Why'd you let him buy me a work-out bra?"
Jack scoffed.
"Come on, Lemon. You don't wear a tee-shirt to work-out."
"What about a--"
"No. Not a spaghetti strap either. Tie your hair and put on your contacts...and tie your shoes."
"How did you even know I had my contacts in my bag?" he asked.
"I just can, Lemon. Plus, I got Jonathan to get you an extra pack."
Liz rolled her eyes.
"Don't roll your eyes," he said.
"How did you--"
"Just get out here so I can see you!"
"You sound like my mother when I was trying out my prom dress," Liz joked.
"You didn't go to prom."
Liz came out of the restroom and turned around.
"Yay. Lemon wore her work-out clothes. How do I look?" she asked him.
Jack gasped.
"My, my. Lemon, you look like a woman who actually wants to work-out."
Liz smirked.
"I take that as a compliment."
"As well you should. Now, onward to the gym room!"
Jack walked her to the room and as soon as they got there, Liz got on the treadmill.
"Come on! Get on the other one, Jack!" Liz said.
Liz put her earphones on as she was on the treadmill. Jack, on the other hand, flipped the channel to Fox News.
Thirty minutes into the workout, Liz took her earphones off, shut the treadmill down, and grabbed her water bottle.
"You okay?" Jack asked her.
Liz nodded.
"Why don't we just go running for real? At Central Park?"
"We need to get to work. It's already noon."
"Oh."
Jack saw that Liz looked sad, so he decided to make her happy by saying that they could have a morning jog on Sunday.
Liz smiled.
"Really? That'd be great," she said.
"It's a jog, then. So, here's the plan for today. We leave in an hour, so you need to take a quick shower. We'll get fast-food for lunch at one of your favorite McDonalds or Burger King to-go. Then, we go our normal ways. If you still can't find your key, you're welcome to stay with me since we have tickets to see Winnie-the-Pooh tomorrow. Got it?"
Liz nodded.
"Yes, sir!" she yelled.
**
"One ten piece Chicken McNuggets, two large French Fries, one Iced Mocha, and one Dr. Pepper."
"Will that be all, sir?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Well, your total is--"
"Wait!" Liz yelled.
"What, Lemon?"
"Scoot over! I have an order."
"Yes, ma'am?" the man asked.
"I will take two chocolate-dipped cones."
"Is that it for you today?"
"Yup."
"Yes, your total will be $15.67. Please pull up to number one."
"Thank you!" Liz yelled as Jack pulled up the window.
"That was so immature of you," Jack said.
"What's so immature about ordering ice cream?"
"Uh, you literally sitting on my lap just to order it."
Liz cleared her throat.
"Well, then."
When they got to work, Jack followed Liz to the writers' room. They were sharing an order of fries and laughing about the stupidest things.
"Have you ever tried dipping fries into ice cream?" Liz asked him.
"Can't say I have, no."
"Well, you should. It's really, really good."
"I can't right now. My ice cream is still covered with chocolate."
Liz chuckled as she ate the ice cream.
"Whatever floats your boat, buddy."
"Where have you been all day?" Frank asked her.
Jack and Liz's laughter stopped and Liz looked at him seriously.
"Nowhere that involves you. Plus, why do you care? You left me here with all the re-writes, remember?"
"Yeah, which I found scattered all over the floor this morning!"
"That's because you people don't work. Now, the next one who leaves without finishing their work is getting FIRED, you hear me? Not just from me, but from Jack, too! How would you guys feel if you got double-fired?"
"Uh...uh...I'm sorry, Liz! I...I'm just--"
"Get back to work and no one talk. The next one who talks is getting fired. Get your work done," Liz said before entering her office with Jack.
Jack closed the door and his jaw dropped as he turned to look at Liz.
"What?" she asked grumpily.
"That was amazing, Lemon. You actually talked like a real boss out there. And double fired? That's a great idea," he said.
"Well, I've learned from the best," she said, smiling.
Jack pretended to wipe imaginary tears from his eyes.
"I'm so proud!" he said before hugging her.
"Those morons are getting fired, though."
Jack smirked.
Later that day, Liz decided to visit Jenna to see how she was doing.
"Hey, buddy," Liz said as she walked in.
"Wow. You must be sleeping with the boss a lot if you're starting to act like one. By the way, are your legs still sore or did they get even more sore?"
"What are you talking about, Jenna? Jack and I are not sleeping together."
"Oh, yeah? Well, why did Jonathan tell me that you guys were 'burning some calories' in Jack's house? Why did you spend the night there? Explain!"
Liz sighed.
"Yes, Jenna. I was burning some calories with Jack at the gym earlier, but not like that. I spent the night at Jack's house because I forgot my key. Now that I think of it, I should've just asked Jack because he has a key to my house."
Liz stood in thought while Jenna's eyes widened.
"What?" Liz asked her.
"JACK HAS A KEY," she said slowly.
"Yeah. I gave him that in case he has an emergency or something. I have a key to his house, too. What's so important about that?"
"Oh, come on, Liz! Couples only have keys to each others' houses!"
Liz rolled her eyes.
"Whatever, Jenna."
Jenna laughed.
"Hey, you wanna watch the new Harry Potter movie tomorrow?" Jenna asked her.
"Since when did you become interested in Harry Potter? And no, I can't. I'm watching Winnie-the-Pooh tomorrow with Jack and Liddy."
"How about Sunday?"
"Can't. I'm going on a morning jog with Jack at Central Park."
"What about anytime next week?"
"I don't know. I'll have to--"
"Nope. Lemon's going to be Liddy's baby-sitter. She's going to be living with me," Jack said.
"Since when did you get here?" Liz asked him.
"Just now."
Liz gasped.
"So, if I baby-sit Liddy, does that mean unlimited playtime with her?"
Jack smiled and nodded.
"YAY!!!!" Liz yelled.
Jenna smirked.
"You guys, get out of my dressing room!" Jenna screamed.
"Okay, okay! Sorry we bothered you," Liz said.
Jenna slammed the door in front of their faces.
"So you accept?" Jack asked her.
Liz nodded.
"Great. You start tomorrow. Bring your extra clothes and stuff because I need a late-night nanny, too."
Liz gave him a thumbs-up and walked back in the writers' room. When she walked in, she wasn't surprised at what she saw. Frank was throwing paper at Lutz, Sue was only in her bra, Cerie was walking barefoot and Kenneth was telling everyone to stop.
When they all saw Liz, everyone got quiet.
"Miss Lemon, I was just about to--"
"Shush, Kenneth," Liz told him.
Liz took a deep breath.
"Okay. I'm going to be the good boss here today because I have a child waiting for me. Please, get your work done because I don't need any more stress in my life. And if it makes you work better, Jack and I have provided you with fries. pick them up at the everybody dining room and report back here immediately to work. Did everyone get that?"
"Uh. Fries is not an appropriate lunch choice," Lutz pointed out.
"Don't. Just don't," Liz said, trying to keep cool as she went back to her office.
TBC
Give Me a Year
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Summary: Jack leaves Kabletown.
A/N: If season 6 ended like this, I would DIE. The ending is like a season 7-ish thing. Well, a little angsty. Might want a little tissues...or not. I don't really care. Okay, shutting up now. ON WITH THE STORY! Btw, pretend that the beautiful baby Liddy does not exist yet. This story's based on a HuffPost article Alec wrote and that one "The Office" episode when Michael leaves. Enjoy! Or not.
"Hello?"
"Mister Donaghy wants to see you immediately."
"And why?"
"Just do it!" Jonathan hissed.
Liz hung up the phone and went to Jack's office.
"What's with all the boxes?" she asked him.
She saw Jack looking at his BULB magazine and slowly putting it in the box.
Jack took a deep breath and chose his words carefully.
"Lemon, I'm going to Boston."
Liz laughed.
"Okay! That's a good one, buddy! Even if you were going to Boston for real, why are you packing your stuff?"
"I'm going to Boston to spend my life with Nancy. I've resigned from this company."
Liz gasped and put a hand over her heart.
"WHAT?! No, Jack! You can't do that!"
"And why not? Avery's not coming back and Kabletown's not getting any better."
"It's just that....well, I'll be....but what about--"
"I'm leaving on Friday. Don't worry. You still have plenty of time with me."
"That's only a day!"
Liz started to cry, so she hugged Jack.
"You can't leave," she told him.
Jack inhaled deeply.
"I have to. It's what's best for both of us."
Liz looked at him.
"What do you mean us?" she asked.
"The company and I. We're not meant to be."
Liz sniffled and wiped away her tears.
"You'll be missed, Donaghy. Now say goodbye to every one of the writers and Tracy and Jenna because you're leaving in two days. That's not a lot of time."
Jack chuckled.
"Will do, Lemon."
Liz smiled sadly at him for a few seconds, then she left his office crying.
Jack sat down on his chair and grabbed a piece of paper. He started writing down each and every one of the writer's names and put Lemon first.
Meanwhile in the writers' room, Liz couldn't get any work done. She thought about her life without Jack. She'll turn fat again. She'll date guys like Dennis. She'll eat Mexican junk food with bull sperm!
Liz put her head down and groaned.
"I can't let him leave," she told herself.
She couldn't get any sleep that night. Her past haunted her. She didn't want to become that Liz again. She wanted to be happy. Jack made her happy.
Jack couldn't get any sleep, either. Nancy was waiting for him in Boston and he was excited about that. But he was really sad that he was going to leave his co-workers in New York. They weren't just co-workers. They grew into a family; Jack, Liz, Jenna, Tracy and Kenneth.
He had to admit; he was going to miss Liz and Kenneth the most.
He slowly found himself drifting to sleep, imagining how his whole life would change in a matter of days.
**
The next morning, Jack went to work early and sat in Liz's chair at the big table.
About an hour later, the writers started coming in and taking their seats.
"Hey, Jack!" Lutz yelled.
Jack waved at him.
"What are you doing here?" Jenna asked him.
"I'm here to tell you all that I will be gone after Friday."
"Oh no! You're dying?" Tracy asked.
Jack shook his head.
"I'm going to Boston to spend the rest of my life with Nancy."
"Well, I hope you two are happy together," Liz said, before closing her door shut.
Just then, Jack's phone started to ring.
"Hello?"
"Jack! Hey, it's Nancy!"
"Oh, how are you, darling?"
"I'm doing great, Donaghy. I'm so excited to see you tonight."
Jack chuckled.
"As do I, Nancy."
"Hurry here! There's pie waiting."
Jack hung up. Yes, he is leaving today, not tomorrow or any other day.
He decided to skip Lemon and go with Jenna first.
"Hello, Jenna."
"Jack? What are you doing in my dressing room?"
"Remember how you told me you always wanted to throw water balloons at Frank because he didn't enjoy having sex with you?"
Jenna nodded and asked why.
"Well, before I leave, I would like you to do that. Here are your balloons."
Jenna's eyes lit up as she gladly took the bucket of water balloons.
"Thanks, Jack! You wanna help me throw them at him?"
Jack chuckled and agreed.
Jenna knocked on Frank's door.
"Oh, hey. What's up, Jenna?"
Jenna forcefully threw a water balloon at Frank's face.
"Take that!" she yelled.
Jack and Jenna both laughed at Frank.
"What the hell was that for?!" Frank asked.
"That's for not enjoying having sex with me, you freak!" she yelled.
Jack threw a water balloon at him.
"Now what was that for?!" Frank asked again.
"That...is for entertainment purposes. Now, have fun, Jenna. And if you need more water balloons, just call Jonathan."
"Thanks, Jack!"
Jack smiled and left the room.
Next off was Tracy.
"Jackie D! What up?" Tracy said as he greeted Jack.
"Hey, Tray. What do you say we hit a strip club?"
Tracy looked at Jack suspiciously.
"Are you okay? The women come to you, not the other way around, as far as I know. What, you got no lady?"
"No, it's not that at all. I have Nancy. I just want to do something nice for everybody in the building."
"Oh. In that case, GRIZZ! Get the Batmobile!"
**
Liz was still in her office. She had stopped crying and was trying to get some actual work done. Someone knocked on her door.
"Hey, can you get me a sweater?" Pete asked.
"It's July, Pete. What do you need a sweater for?"
"It's for one of the sketches...and because it's really cold in my office and Jack won't let me use the heater because of these so-called budget cuts."
Liz rolled her eyes and agreed.
"Thanks, Liz!" Pete said as he slammed the door.
Liz sighed and grabbed her bag. She went out to get Pete a jacket and to get some lunch.
"Did you see that black stripper with blue eyes like yours?" Tracy asked.
"I believe they're called contacts, Tracy," Jack explained.
"Whoa. Why so down? Yeah, I have to say that now since the Joker don't want me using his catchphrase."
"No, no. I had fun. It's just--It's going to be different in Boston."
"Listen, Jackie D. Do you love this Nancy Donovan as much as you love your job?"
"I love her more than that, Tray. I haven't felt this way ever since C.C."
"Who's C.C.?"
"The point is, I want to move there with her, but it's going to take a while to get adjusted."
"Well, hey. It took you a while to get adjusted to Liz Lemon, but you two turned out alright."
"Speaking of Lemon, where is she?"
Tracy shrugged.
"I have to say goodbye to her," he said.
Jack looked for Liz everywhere, but couldn't find her. He decided to go to the other writers.
"Ugh, what does Pete like anyway?" Liz asked herself.
She looked at sweater after sweater, but decided it was no use. She got the cheapest one and exited the store.
Liz ordered a sandwich for lunch and spent about half an hour eating. Then, she went to watch Larry Crowne.
After all those writers, Jack visited Kenneth last.
"Mister Donaghy, I heard you were moving," Kenneth said.
Jack nodded.
"Yes, I am, Kenneth. Today, actually."
Kenneth gasped.
"Sir! You said you were leaving tomorrow! I had lunch plans for us."
Jack sighed.
"I'm sorry. Nancy wants me there as soon as possible."
"Have you said goodbye to everyone?" Kenneth asked, his eyes welling up.
"Ye--No. Not Lemon. I've been trying to look for her all day, but I couldn't find her."
Kenneth sniffled.
"I guess I'll see you later, Mister Donaghy."
Jack looked for Lemon one last time. His flight was about to leave in three hours and he needed to get there as soon as possible.
"Pete, any word on Lemon?"
Pete shook his head.
"Oh. Alright, then. I will see you guys later," Jack said to the writers, Tracy, Jenna and Kenneth.
Kenneth shook his head. He knew he should tell everyone, but he had promised Jack he wouldn't.
"You were a great boss, sir!" Kenneth yelled.
**
Jack arrived at the airport a few minutes later. He went through the security center and walked to his station.
"Jack!" someone called out.
He turned around and saw Liz.
She hugged him for so long as if she didn't want to let go.
"Why? You should've told me you were leaving today."
Jack saw that Liz was crying, so he wiped away her tears.
"You seemed to be avoiding me all day. I thought that--"
"No. The only reason I was doing that was because I wasn't ready to let you go."
Jack realized that he was starting to cry as well.
"Jack," Liz whispered.
"Yes?"
"You're crying, too."
They chuckled before they hugged one last time.
"You can't leave, Jack," Liz said.
"I have to. It's what's best for me."
"Well, how am I going to--"
"You can always call me. And there's always iChat if you need to see my face," Jack said.
Liz chuckled.
Jack smiled and turned to leave.
"Goodbye, Lemon."
"Wait!"
Liz ran up to him and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.
She nodded to herself and started to cry.
"Bye, Jack," she said. It was like a whisper, like she didn't want to hear herself saying those words.
Liz walked away and went back to the building.
Jack wanted to run to her and asked what just happened, but it was too late.
"Flight 109 to Boston is now boarding. Flight 109 to Boston."
Jack sighed and went to his plane.
**
After work that day, Liz just cried and cried. She cried so hard that she felt like her eyes were about to go dry. She realized that she had never cried like this before, especially even about a man who she wasn't even romantically involved with.
Should she call Jack or would that seem too desperate? Should she just iChat with him? No. That would be stupid since he would see her crying and she would cry even more just seeing his face.
Yes, she had loved Jack. She still does. But along the way, that friendship love turned into something romantic, but died. She's not sure whether she loves him as more than a friend or she just likes him for always being there for her. He was her go-to guy and now she has no one.
Someone knocked on her door.
"It's open," she weakly yelled.
It was Jenna.
"Jenna, wh--"
"Nope. Wipe those tears off of you. NOW."
"But--"
"No buts! We are going to have some quality time to help you forget about Jack, okay?"
Liz started crying again.
"Don't mention him!" she said.
"Oops. Sorry."
"What do you plan on doing this weekend anyway?"
"Just crawl at a corner in a fetal position and cry."
Jenna sighed.
"Liz! Come on! Live a little!"
"I don't wanna," she said.
Oh, boy. This was going to be tough.
**[PART TWO!PART TWO!PART TWO!]**
Wow. Liz couldn't believe it. Had it actually been a whole year since Jack left? Yes, she had lived 365 full days with no help from Jack at all. Well, some help. They called each other on the weekends and iChatted every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. They never talked about their personal lives, though. If they did, it was very brief and gave little information. Instead, they talked about their past almost as if it were like yesterday. He helped her with some of the sketches and she helped him on how to make a sandwich.
Jack once asked her if she was in a relationship, but she quickly responded "no." Even though she had coped and adjusted to life without Jack, she couldn't go to another date because she usually told Jack about it the next day in his office. He doesn't have an office anymore (in New York, at least) which is why they don't talk about their relationships anymore.
After Liz got home from work that day, she ate a chicken soufflé that she ordered from this very fancy restaurant. She thought she saw Josh Duhamel there, but it turned out to be a very handsome homeless guy.
She was watching the news when a certain someone had a segment on there.
"And on the phone now is Jack Donaghy, former GE executive. How are you, Jack?"
"I'm doing well, Piers. How about yourself?"
"Splendid. What can you say about this recent writer's strike?"
Liz's eyes were glued to the television now.
"You know, I have a friend who's actually a writer. I haven't seen her in a year, but what I have to say is that writers are tough. They won't stop until they get what they want, even if that means missing their favorite television show. It might be days until they give up. I mean, I saw them marching around the building the other day."
"Thank you, Jack."
"My pleasure."
"Up next..."
Hang on. The writer's strike was only at Rockefeller Plaza and no place else. Was...? No, he was in Boston with Nancy. He can't be in New York...can he?
The next morning, Liz woke up smelling syrup. Was someone making pancakes? Or was it Northrax? Liz closed her eyes and counted to ten. She opened her eyes and realized she wasn't dead.
She smiled to herself. So, was someone making pancakes?
She went to her kitchen and found a fresh batch of pancakes covered with maple syrup on top. There was a fork already there and a bouquet of roses was on her seat.
"Who did this?" she asked herself.
She ate her breakfast and went to the bathroom to freshen herself up. Oddly, she found a rose on her sink.
"Alright. Who are you?"
No one answered.
Liz sighed and decided to ask that question at work.
She got dressed and went back to her kitchen to get a snack. She couldn't believe what she saw when she looked in the pantry.
One whole stack of Sabor De Soledad. No. Way.
She looked in her fridge and found fresh vegetables and in her freezer, bucketloads of ice cream.
Did a shelter come here in the middle of the night to give her food?
She went to her office at work and she saw him. Then, it struck her. He was the one who cooked her the pancakes. He was the one that gave her all those food. He was the one who gave her roses. Most importantly, he was Jack. She saw him wearing a blue polo shirt and khakis, typing something on her laptop.
Liz's jaw dropped as Jack smiled and went up to her.
"Hello, Elizabeth."
Liz squealed and hugged him.
"Jack!!!!!!!!!"
He chuckled.
"Wow. Look at you, Lemon. You've lost weight."
Liz smiled.
"Thanks! So have you. You look good."
"Anything to say about my hair?"
"It fits you. I'm actually glad you stopped dying it. Salt-and-pepper matches you."
"How's the people?"
Liz sighed and sat down.
"Let's see. Kenneth took your place."
Jack gasped.
"I knew that day would come," he said.
Liz laughed.
"Yeah. Tracy became mayor of New York for a week...until he resigned and went totaled exotic reptiles instead."
"What laws did he pass?"
"Umm...Strip Poker Tuesday."
Jack laughed.
"Oh, um, Jenna has her own talk show now. It's called 'Jenna!' with an exclamation point because she wanted to be better than Oprah."
"What about you?"
"Well, as you can tell, TGS got cancelled. I'm now the head writer for Parks and Recreation."
"Oh, that's wonderful!" he said, smiling.
"Yeah, it's alright. Amy Poehler and I are starting to become friends."
Jack laughed.
"What about Toofer and them?"
"They're in this reality show called 'Writers Unite' and it features former writers for tv shows and they tell their stories."
"And Cerie?"
"She's a model now. She still comes here every day, though. Poor girl still thinks she's eighteen."
"And Pete?"
"Oh. Pete's a producer for Parks and Rec. He's still there in his office."
"It's nice to know some things haven't changed."
Liz sighed.
"Yeah. But a lot changes in a year, you know?"
Jack nodded.
"What about you? How are things going with you and Nancy?"
Jack scoffed.
"Nancy and I broke up six months ago. It wasn't working AT ALL. It turns out, she was having a relationship with Steve Carell and I didn't even know. She said she was going to break up with him, though. Something about 'Crazy, Stupid Love,' she said. I assumed that's how she felt. Anyway, it felt like she was trying to be me. You know, Avery and Nancy two years ago? Yeah. I'm the Nancy in this one. I'm the childhood friend but Steve is the Avery that won because he's the younger one."
Liz patted Jack on the back as they walked to his old office.
"Aw. It's okay, buddy. There'll be other girls out there."
Jack kneeled down on one knee and held Liz's hand.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Lemon, do you want to go to dinner with me tonight?"
Liz laughed nervously.
"Oh, I thought you were going to--cuz I was all ready to, like--Yeah, sure. I'll go to dinner with you. Sounds fun."
They arrived at his old office.
"Mister Donaghy, is that you?" Jonathan called out.
"Jonathan! How are you, mister?"
Jonathan's eyes widened as he ran up to hug Jack.
"How's Kenneth? Has he been a good boss?"
Jonathan cleared his throat.
"He made me wear a clown hat for six months, sir. Would you like to have a very friendly and business-full dinner with me, sir?"
"Hey!" Liz yelled. "He's taken!"
Jack's eyebrows were raised.
"Who am I taken by, Lemon?" he asked, having a sly grin on his face.
Liz smiled embarrassingly.
"Oh, shut up," she said, before kissing him.
"Now that's a first," Jack said after they pulled away.
Jonathan got Kenneth on the phone and told him that he had some visitors waiting for him.
Kenneth came out of the door, wearing a gray suit with a red tie.
"Mister Donaghy? Miss Lemon? What are you two doing here?"
"Just visiting you, Kenneth. I'm glad you have taken my place. Kabletown sure made a good decision."
Kenneth chuckled.
"Thank you, sir."
"Kenneth? Why don't you call everyone by their first name? You're not a page anymore."
"Respect, Miss Lemon. I've been a page for so long that I've gotten used to it."
Liz chuckled.
"Well, I should get going. Jack and I have some lunch plans."
"I thought we agreed on dinner," he said.
"Hey, you're the rich one! I'm just the girl who's getting free meals."
Jack chuckled.
"You kiss well, you know that?"
"I doubt it."
"Well, I'll be the judge of that."
END
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Summary: Jack leaves Kabletown.
A/N: If season 6 ended like this, I would DIE. The ending is like a season 7-ish thing. Well, a little angsty. Might want a little tissues...or not. I don't really care. Okay, shutting up now. ON WITH THE STORY! Btw, pretend that the beautiful baby Liddy does not exist yet. This story's based on a HuffPost article Alec wrote and that one "The Office" episode when Michael leaves. Enjoy! Or not.
"Hello?"
"Mister Donaghy wants to see you immediately."
"And why?"
"Just do it!" Jonathan hissed.
Liz hung up the phone and went to Jack's office.
"What's with all the boxes?" she asked him.
She saw Jack looking at his BULB magazine and slowly putting it in the box.
Jack took a deep breath and chose his words carefully.
"Lemon, I'm going to Boston."
Liz laughed.
"Okay! That's a good one, buddy! Even if you were going to Boston for real, why are you packing your stuff?"
"I'm going to Boston to spend my life with Nancy. I've resigned from this company."
Liz gasped and put a hand over her heart.
"WHAT?! No, Jack! You can't do that!"
"And why not? Avery's not coming back and Kabletown's not getting any better."
"It's just that....well, I'll be....but what about--"
"I'm leaving on Friday. Don't worry. You still have plenty of time with me."
"That's only a day!"
Liz started to cry, so she hugged Jack.
"You can't leave," she told him.
Jack inhaled deeply.
"I have to. It's what's best for both of us."
Liz looked at him.
"What do you mean us?" she asked.
"The company and I. We're not meant to be."
Liz sniffled and wiped away her tears.
"You'll be missed, Donaghy. Now say goodbye to every one of the writers and Tracy and Jenna because you're leaving in two days. That's not a lot of time."
Jack chuckled.
"Will do, Lemon."
Liz smiled sadly at him for a few seconds, then she left his office crying.
Jack sat down on his chair and grabbed a piece of paper. He started writing down each and every one of the writer's names and put Lemon first.
Meanwhile in the writers' room, Liz couldn't get any work done. She thought about her life without Jack. She'll turn fat again. She'll date guys like Dennis. She'll eat Mexican junk food with bull sperm!
Liz put her head down and groaned.
"I can't let him leave," she told herself.
She couldn't get any sleep that night. Her past haunted her. She didn't want to become that Liz again. She wanted to be happy. Jack made her happy.
Jack couldn't get any sleep, either. Nancy was waiting for him in Boston and he was excited about that. But he was really sad that he was going to leave his co-workers in New York. They weren't just co-workers. They grew into a family; Jack, Liz, Jenna, Tracy and Kenneth.
He had to admit; he was going to miss Liz and Kenneth the most.
He slowly found himself drifting to sleep, imagining how his whole life would change in a matter of days.
**
The next morning, Jack went to work early and sat in Liz's chair at the big table.
About an hour later, the writers started coming in and taking their seats.
"Hey, Jack!" Lutz yelled.
Jack waved at him.
"What are you doing here?" Jenna asked him.
"I'm here to tell you all that I will be gone after Friday."
"Oh no! You're dying?" Tracy asked.
Jack shook his head.
"I'm going to Boston to spend the rest of my life with Nancy."
"Well, I hope you two are happy together," Liz said, before closing her door shut.
Just then, Jack's phone started to ring.
"Hello?"
"Jack! Hey, it's Nancy!"
"Oh, how are you, darling?"
"I'm doing great, Donaghy. I'm so excited to see you tonight."
Jack chuckled.
"As do I, Nancy."
"Hurry here! There's pie waiting."
Jack hung up. Yes, he is leaving today, not tomorrow or any other day.
He decided to skip Lemon and go with Jenna first.
"Hello, Jenna."
"Jack? What are you doing in my dressing room?"
"Remember how you told me you always wanted to throw water balloons at Frank because he didn't enjoy having sex with you?"
Jenna nodded and asked why.
"Well, before I leave, I would like you to do that. Here are your balloons."
Jenna's eyes lit up as she gladly took the bucket of water balloons.
"Thanks, Jack! You wanna help me throw them at him?"
Jack chuckled and agreed.
Jenna knocked on Frank's door.
"Oh, hey. What's up, Jenna?"
Jenna forcefully threw a water balloon at Frank's face.
"Take that!" she yelled.
Jack and Jenna both laughed at Frank.
"What the hell was that for?!" Frank asked.
"That's for not enjoying having sex with me, you freak!" she yelled.
Jack threw a water balloon at him.
"Now what was that for?!" Frank asked again.
"That...is for entertainment purposes. Now, have fun, Jenna. And if you need more water balloons, just call Jonathan."
"Thanks, Jack!"
Jack smiled and left the room.
Next off was Tracy.
"Jackie D! What up?" Tracy said as he greeted Jack.
"Hey, Tray. What do you say we hit a strip club?"
Tracy looked at Jack suspiciously.
"Are you okay? The women come to you, not the other way around, as far as I know. What, you got no lady?"
"No, it's not that at all. I have Nancy. I just want to do something nice for everybody in the building."
"Oh. In that case, GRIZZ! Get the Batmobile!"
**
Liz was still in her office. She had stopped crying and was trying to get some actual work done. Someone knocked on her door.
"Hey, can you get me a sweater?" Pete asked.
"It's July, Pete. What do you need a sweater for?"
"It's for one of the sketches...and because it's really cold in my office and Jack won't let me use the heater because of these so-called budget cuts."
Liz rolled her eyes and agreed.
"Thanks, Liz!" Pete said as he slammed the door.
Liz sighed and grabbed her bag. She went out to get Pete a jacket and to get some lunch.
"Did you see that black stripper with blue eyes like yours?" Tracy asked.
"I believe they're called contacts, Tracy," Jack explained.
"Whoa. Why so down? Yeah, I have to say that now since the Joker don't want me using his catchphrase."
"No, no. I had fun. It's just--It's going to be different in Boston."
"Listen, Jackie D. Do you love this Nancy Donovan as much as you love your job?"
"I love her more than that, Tray. I haven't felt this way ever since C.C."
"Who's C.C.?"
"The point is, I want to move there with her, but it's going to take a while to get adjusted."
"Well, hey. It took you a while to get adjusted to Liz Lemon, but you two turned out alright."
"Speaking of Lemon, where is she?"
Tracy shrugged.
"I have to say goodbye to her," he said.
Jack looked for Liz everywhere, but couldn't find her. He decided to go to the other writers.
"Ugh, what does Pete like anyway?" Liz asked herself.
She looked at sweater after sweater, but decided it was no use. She got the cheapest one and exited the store.
Liz ordered a sandwich for lunch and spent about half an hour eating. Then, she went to watch Larry Crowne.
After all those writers, Jack visited Kenneth last.
"Mister Donaghy, I heard you were moving," Kenneth said.
Jack nodded.
"Yes, I am, Kenneth. Today, actually."
Kenneth gasped.
"Sir! You said you were leaving tomorrow! I had lunch plans for us."
Jack sighed.
"I'm sorry. Nancy wants me there as soon as possible."
"Have you said goodbye to everyone?" Kenneth asked, his eyes welling up.
"Ye--No. Not Lemon. I've been trying to look for her all day, but I couldn't find her."
Kenneth sniffled.
"I guess I'll see you later, Mister Donaghy."
Jack looked for Lemon one last time. His flight was about to leave in three hours and he needed to get there as soon as possible.
"Pete, any word on Lemon?"
Pete shook his head.
"Oh. Alright, then. I will see you guys later," Jack said to the writers, Tracy, Jenna and Kenneth.
Kenneth shook his head. He knew he should tell everyone, but he had promised Jack he wouldn't.
"You were a great boss, sir!" Kenneth yelled.
**
Jack arrived at the airport a few minutes later. He went through the security center and walked to his station.
"Jack!" someone called out.
He turned around and saw Liz.
She hugged him for so long as if she didn't want to let go.
"Why? You should've told me you were leaving today."
Jack saw that Liz was crying, so he wiped away her tears.
"You seemed to be avoiding me all day. I thought that--"
"No. The only reason I was doing that was because I wasn't ready to let you go."
Jack realized that he was starting to cry as well.
"Jack," Liz whispered.
"Yes?"
"You're crying, too."
They chuckled before they hugged one last time.
"You can't leave, Jack," Liz said.
"I have to. It's what's best for me."
"Well, how am I going to--"
"You can always call me. And there's always iChat if you need to see my face," Jack said.
Liz chuckled.
Jack smiled and turned to leave.
"Goodbye, Lemon."
"Wait!"
Liz ran up to him and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.
She nodded to herself and started to cry.
"Bye, Jack," she said. It was like a whisper, like she didn't want to hear herself saying those words.
Liz walked away and went back to the building.
Jack wanted to run to her and asked what just happened, but it was too late.
"Flight 109 to Boston is now boarding. Flight 109 to Boston."
Jack sighed and went to his plane.
**
After work that day, Liz just cried and cried. She cried so hard that she felt like her eyes were about to go dry. She realized that she had never cried like this before, especially even about a man who she wasn't even romantically involved with.
Should she call Jack or would that seem too desperate? Should she just iChat with him? No. That would be stupid since he would see her crying and she would cry even more just seeing his face.
Yes, she had loved Jack. She still does. But along the way, that friendship love turned into something romantic, but died. She's not sure whether she loves him as more than a friend or she just likes him for always being there for her. He was her go-to guy and now she has no one.
Someone knocked on her door.
"It's open," she weakly yelled.
It was Jenna.
"Jenna, wh--"
"Nope. Wipe those tears off of you. NOW."
"But--"
"No buts! We are going to have some quality time to help you forget about Jack, okay?"
Liz started crying again.
"Don't mention him!" she said.
"Oops. Sorry."
"What do you plan on doing this weekend anyway?"
"Just crawl at a corner in a fetal position and cry."
Jenna sighed.
"Liz! Come on! Live a little!"
"I don't wanna," she said.
Oh, boy. This was going to be tough.
**[PART TWO!PART TWO!PART TWO!]**
Wow. Liz couldn't believe it. Had it actually been a whole year since Jack left? Yes, she had lived 365 full days with no help from Jack at all. Well, some help. They called each other on the weekends and iChatted every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. They never talked about their personal lives, though. If they did, it was very brief and gave little information. Instead, they talked about their past almost as if it were like yesterday. He helped her with some of the sketches and she helped him on how to make a sandwich.
Jack once asked her if she was in a relationship, but she quickly responded "no." Even though she had coped and adjusted to life without Jack, she couldn't go to another date because she usually told Jack about it the next day in his office. He doesn't have an office anymore (in New York, at least) which is why they don't talk about their relationships anymore.
After Liz got home from work that day, she ate a chicken soufflé that she ordered from this very fancy restaurant. She thought she saw Josh Duhamel there, but it turned out to be a very handsome homeless guy.
She was watching the news when a certain someone had a segment on there.
"And on the phone now is Jack Donaghy, former GE executive. How are you, Jack?"
"I'm doing well, Piers. How about yourself?"
"Splendid. What can you say about this recent writer's strike?"
Liz's eyes were glued to the television now.
"You know, I have a friend who's actually a writer. I haven't seen her in a year, but what I have to say is that writers are tough. They won't stop until they get what they want, even if that means missing their favorite television show. It might be days until they give up. I mean, I saw them marching around the building the other day."
"Thank you, Jack."
"My pleasure."
"Up next..."
Hang on. The writer's strike was only at Rockefeller Plaza and no place else. Was...? No, he was in Boston with Nancy. He can't be in New York...can he?
The next morning, Liz woke up smelling syrup. Was someone making pancakes? Or was it Northrax? Liz closed her eyes and counted to ten. She opened her eyes and realized she wasn't dead.
She smiled to herself. So, was someone making pancakes?
She went to her kitchen and found a fresh batch of pancakes covered with maple syrup on top. There was a fork already there and a bouquet of roses was on her seat.
"Who did this?" she asked herself.
She ate her breakfast and went to the bathroom to freshen herself up. Oddly, she found a rose on her sink.
"Alright. Who are you?"
No one answered.
Liz sighed and decided to ask that question at work.
She got dressed and went back to her kitchen to get a snack. She couldn't believe what she saw when she looked in the pantry.
One whole stack of Sabor De Soledad. No. Way.
She looked in her fridge and found fresh vegetables and in her freezer, bucketloads of ice cream.
Did a shelter come here in the middle of the night to give her food?
She went to her office at work and she saw him. Then, it struck her. He was the one who cooked her the pancakes. He was the one that gave her all those food. He was the one who gave her roses. Most importantly, he was Jack. She saw him wearing a blue polo shirt and khakis, typing something on her laptop.
Liz's jaw dropped as Jack smiled and went up to her.
"Hello, Elizabeth."
Liz squealed and hugged him.
"Jack!!!!!!!!!"
He chuckled.
"Wow. Look at you, Lemon. You've lost weight."
Liz smiled.
"Thanks! So have you. You look good."
"Anything to say about my hair?"
"It fits you. I'm actually glad you stopped dying it. Salt-and-pepper matches you."
"How's the people?"
Liz sighed and sat down.
"Let's see. Kenneth took your place."
Jack gasped.
"I knew that day would come," he said.
Liz laughed.
"Yeah. Tracy became mayor of New York for a week...until he resigned and went totaled exotic reptiles instead."
"What laws did he pass?"
"Umm...Strip Poker Tuesday."
Jack laughed.
"Oh, um, Jenna has her own talk show now. It's called 'Jenna!' with an exclamation point because she wanted to be better than Oprah."
"What about you?"
"Well, as you can tell, TGS got cancelled. I'm now the head writer for Parks and Recreation."
"Oh, that's wonderful!" he said, smiling.
"Yeah, it's alright. Amy Poehler and I are starting to become friends."
Jack laughed.
"What about Toofer and them?"
"They're in this reality show called 'Writers Unite' and it features former writers for tv shows and they tell their stories."
"And Cerie?"
"She's a model now. She still comes here every day, though. Poor girl still thinks she's eighteen."
"And Pete?"
"Oh. Pete's a producer for Parks and Rec. He's still there in his office."
"It's nice to know some things haven't changed."
Liz sighed.
"Yeah. But a lot changes in a year, you know?"
Jack nodded.
"What about you? How are things going with you and Nancy?"
Jack scoffed.
"Nancy and I broke up six months ago. It wasn't working AT ALL. It turns out, she was having a relationship with Steve Carell and I didn't even know. She said she was going to break up with him, though. Something about 'Crazy, Stupid Love,' she said. I assumed that's how she felt. Anyway, it felt like she was trying to be me. You know, Avery and Nancy two years ago? Yeah. I'm the Nancy in this one. I'm the childhood friend but Steve is the Avery that won because he's the younger one."
Liz patted Jack on the back as they walked to his old office.
"Aw. It's okay, buddy. There'll be other girls out there."
Jack kneeled down on one knee and held Liz's hand.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Lemon, do you want to go to dinner with me tonight?"
Liz laughed nervously.
"Oh, I thought you were going to--cuz I was all ready to, like--Yeah, sure. I'll go to dinner with you. Sounds fun."
They arrived at his old office.
"Mister Donaghy, is that you?" Jonathan called out.
"Jonathan! How are you, mister?"
Jonathan's eyes widened as he ran up to hug Jack.
"How's Kenneth? Has he been a good boss?"
Jonathan cleared his throat.
"He made me wear a clown hat for six months, sir. Would you like to have a very friendly and business-full dinner with me, sir?"
"Hey!" Liz yelled. "He's taken!"
Jack's eyebrows were raised.
"Who am I taken by, Lemon?" he asked, having a sly grin on his face.
Liz smiled embarrassingly.
"Oh, shut up," she said, before kissing him.
"Now that's a first," Jack said after they pulled away.
Jonathan got Kenneth on the phone and told him that he had some visitors waiting for him.
Kenneth came out of the door, wearing a gray suit with a red tie.
"Mister Donaghy? Miss Lemon? What are you two doing here?"
"Just visiting you, Kenneth. I'm glad you have taken my place. Kabletown sure made a good decision."
Kenneth chuckled.
"Thank you, sir."
"Kenneth? Why don't you call everyone by their first name? You're not a page anymore."
"Respect, Miss Lemon. I've been a page for so long that I've gotten used to it."
Liz chuckled.
"Well, I should get going. Jack and I have some lunch plans."
"I thought we agreed on dinner," he said.
"Hey, you're the rich one! I'm just the girl who's getting free meals."
Jack chuckled.
"You kiss well, you know that?"
"I doubt it."
"Well, I'll be the judge of that."
END
The Things People Say
Rating: PG-13 (I'm gonna suck at these smutty things.)
Disclaimer: Not mine
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Summary: Three things Liz has called sex/making out when they were caught.
1) "A snake bit my lip, so he was sucking out the venom!"
Jack and Liz have been dating for almost six months now. That's an accomplishment because no one knew they were. So, yeah. Liz was happy about that. There were some times that they almost got caught, though.
The first time was when Jenna offered to give her a ride using Paul's car.
("No thanks, Jenna. My ride's taking me home," Liz explained.
"Who's your ride? You never ask someone to take you home unless it's a taxi."
"Yeah, well--"
"Hey, it's movie night tomorrow night! What movie do you want to watch?"
"I, uh, have a thing tomorrow night."
Liz got a text from Jack saying that the car was ready.
"I gotta go, Jenna.")
Coming close to their six-month anniversary, Liz wanted to surprise Jack by buying him lunch so they could eat out at the balcony, but Jack beat her to it. Instead of buying lunch to-go, Jack told her to meet him at Plunder.
Liz saw him out at the door waiting for her with a smile on his face.
"Jack? What's this all about?"
Jack put a blindfold over her eyes.
"Trust me. You're going to love this."
They walked for about a minute or two.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"Just wait. We're almost there....okay. Take the blindfold off. Hit it, guys."
Violins started playing and a big sign that said, "Will you marry me?" was shown.
Liz's eyes widened.
"Are you...are you serious?"
Jack kneeled down on one knee and opened a small box. Inside was the ring she liked when they went ring-shopping for Elisa.
"Elizabeth Lemon, I know we've been dating for only six months, but we have been friends for more than six years now. I love you. After all my failed relationships, you were always the one who made me feel better. Every hardship, every success, you were the only one who was always there for me. You know my whole life, inside and out. We have no secrets. This relationship is like no other I have ever experienced. Usually, it's all about the competition. I used to date women who were like me. But then I realized, maybe what I really need is the exact opposite. These past six months have been the best months of my life. I want you, Elizabeth. I want to tell people that you are mine and no one else's. Marry me."
Liz's eyes started to water.
"Okay. But I'm not wearing the ring to work."
Jack smirked.
"Deal."
He kissed her and they ate lunch there.
Later when they went back to work, someone knocked on Liz's door.
It was Jenna.
Liz frantically took her ring out of her finger and stuffed it in her pocket.
"Hey, Jenna!" Liz said, a little to enthusiastically.
"Hi...Liz, where were you yesterday night? I was knocking on your door, but no one answered. Did you move out or something?"
"No! I still live there. I was probably out."
"Liz, it was at two in the morning when I knocked. Where else could you possibly--ohh. Who's your new man?"
Liz scoffed.
"I do not have a new man!"
Then her phone started ringing. It was Jack.
"Hey, Jack?"
"Hello, Lemon."
"What's up? Why'd you call me?"
Jack chuckled.
"I just wanted to see how my beautiful fiancé was doing."
Liz blushed, but hopefully Jenna didn't see that.
"Aw, shut up! Those are lies."
"Would I lie to you?"
Liz smirked.
"No, I guess not."
"Right. Well, would you like to come to my office?"
"Yeah, sure. What time?"
"Now, actually."
"Augh, I wish I could, but I can't. Jenna's here right now."
"Tell her you guys can talk later. Come on, Lemon. I'm still your boss."
"Okay, fine."
"Bye. Love you."
"You too, Jack. You too," Liz said before hanging up.
"Hey, let's have this meeting some other time. I have to meet with Jack."
"Why are you talking weird?" Jenna asked her.
"What? No! I'm not talking weird."
Liz ran to the elevator as fast as she could.
"Who, whoa, whoa. No need to get over-excited to see me, Lemon," Jack said as she saw Liz running to his desk.
"It's Jenna. She's after us."
"Did you tell her about our relationship?"
"No, of course not. That'd be like telling Brian Williams that there's an alligator on the loose."
Jack looked at her weirdly.
"I don't quite understand that metaphor, but you have nothing to worry about. Trust me, okay?"
Liz smiled, then nodded.
"I love you," she whispered before kissing him.
"I think you guys should make sure that the door's locked," Jenna said.
Liz pulled away.
"A SNAKE BIT MY LIP SO JACK WAS JUST SUCKING THE VENOM OUT!" Liz yelled.
"Chill, Liz! Everyone knows you guys are dating. You guys send out too many signals and you show too much PDA. We were all just waiting for one of you to crack."
"Well, we're not dating," Jack said.
"Uh, yeah you are," Jenna said.
Jack shook his head.
"Liz and I...are getting married."
Jenna's jaw dropped.
"NO. WAY."
"Yes way, Jenna," Jack replied.
"Yeah. Now go to your dressing room to plan our wedding, okay? Okay. Bye, Jenna!" Liz yelled.
2) "Just doing push-ups on the bed!"
Ever since Emily turned four years old, she had always wanted to be with her parents. She wanted to be with them wherever they went because she loved them. Her father worked for GE, and her mother worked as the head writer of a live comedy show. So, yeah. She had awesome parents. Even though she did have a half-sister who chose to have her room upstairs, she loved her family.
Lately, though, she had trouble sleeping. Since her room is right next door to her parents' room, she could hear them if they were shouting.
One afternoon when she was playing with her Barbies, Emily heard her mother. She wasn't screaming, but she kept calling out her dad's name.
Emily shrugged and decided that they were just talking.
Meanwhile, in the other room:
"Oh, god. Yes. Oh, Jack," Liz moaned.
Liz's breaths came in short, raggedy breaths and her moans became louder. This was mind-blowing. She hadn't had sex like this for a long time.
Jack kept thrusting inside her, and each time, Liz would keep telling him not to stop.
She came shortly after and Jack as well.
They lied back down in bed and catched their breath.
"Wow. Oh my god. That was--God, Jack. I don't think I can ever walk again."
Jack smirked.
"That was amazing, yes."
Liz smiled and kissed him one last time before they fell asleep.
When she woke up, Jack was still next to her, but he was awake. She knew that because his erection was still there. Yep. Not going anywhere.
She turned around to face him and immediately, his eyes snapped shut.
"Alright. You're awake. I know you are."
Jack chuckled.
"So, up for another round?" he asked with a sly grin on his face.
"Hm. Sure, what the hell?"
Later:
Jack was on top of Liz, telling her to spread her legs wider. Liz tried to supress her moans, but she couldn't. They just...came out.
"Mommy? Daddy? What are you guys doing?"
Liz's eyes widened at Jack.
"Shit," he whispered.
"Hi, Em! Your dad and I are just...excercising. He was doing push-ups earlier," Liz said with a fake enthusiastic tone.
"Emily Brooklyn Donaghy, please knock next time whenever you enter our room," Jack said with a stern voice.
"I did knock, Daddy. A lot of times. I guess you guys just didn't hear me."
Emily shrugged and left the room.
"I. Hate. You.," Liz said.
Jack just smirked.
"They were having sex, dummy," Liddy said to Emily.
"What's that?"
Liddy rolled her eyes and went back to her room.
"If you need me, I'll be in my room texting Ryan."
"Who's Ryan?"
"A boy I like. Now, shoo. No pests allowed in my room."
"You're the bestest big sister ever, Liddy!"
"Yeah, yeah. I know."
3) "Jack took gynecology in college and I was just here for a check-up!"
Avery had been gone a long time. It was about three years later until Jack found out that she had escaped from North Korea.
Avery was doing perfectly fine, all right. She had interviews with everyone and each day, there was always a story about her on the news.
"Avery Jessup pregnant?," "Avery Jessup's new man," "Avery Jessup starts the Avery Jessup fund," stuff like that.
One day, Avery found out that her husband was still working at the same place. So, she bought him a gift basket and a Korean-English dictionary since she has been throwing Korean sayings here and there by accident.
Oh, and Liddy. Sweet, sweet Liddy. How she missed her daughter so much. She remembered she still had a key to their house, so she decided to surprise her daughter by entering the house unexpectedly. Liddy was already fourteen now and was probably the smartest and most beautiful girl in her school.
Avery tried opening the door with the key, but it wouldn't work. She sighed, and decided to just knock.
A tall-ish girl answered the door. She was wearing glasses and her hair was blonde...like hers.
"Yeah?" the girl asked.
"Liddy? Is that you?"
"Who are you?"
"I'm Avery Jessup, your mother."
Liddy smirked.
"No, you aren't. My birth mother's in North Korea with a new family."
Avery's emotion quickly changed.
"Excuse me?"
"My birth mother abandoned me. I have a step-mother."
Avery scoffed.
"I didn't abandon you, Liddy. I was held captive."
Liddy shook her head.
"If you want to have further proof, please visit my father. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to cook dinner for my younger sister."
Liddy shut the door in front of Avery.
Hang on, sister? Who was this new woman Jack had?
She went to the GE building and took the elevator to Jack's floor. On the way, there were about 15 more people that went in that elevator which made the trip longer than it needed to be.
Meanwhile in Jack's office:
Liz kissed him. Casually, at first. Then he kissed her, more intimately this time. Jack kissed her neck, then her shoulder as he unhooked her bra. So, yeah. They were gonna do it on his desk, just like Jack asked her to. At first she didn't want to do it. But now that she felt confident, they're so doing this. They walked slowly to his desk and Jack took everything off of it. He set the computer down gently on the ground, took all the pictures and other things off and told Liz to sit at the edge.
Liz obeyed and Jack stood up in front of her.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Lemon?" he asked her one final time.
Liz nodded.
"Just tell me when to stop," he said.
Jack unzipped Liz's dress and told her to spread her legs.
Liz took a deep breath and nodded.
One finger brushed over her clit and it sent chills to her body. She gasped, even though she knew this was going to happen. Then, two fingers entered her.
Yeah, this was good.
"Uh-huh.....keep doing that," she told him.
And so he did. Then, his head went down there. Wait, huh? Why was he--? Uh-oh. Well, it's too late to back out now.
I should stop thinking now, Liz thought.
Jack kissed her inner thighs and began to lick her...there.
Man, she needs to be more adult-y.
But right now, it didn't really matter because what he was doing to her felt so good.
She was about to come when:
"Oh. My. God."
Then someone closed the door.
Jack looked up.
"Who was there?" Jack asked her.
"I think it was Avery!" she said.
Liz frowned.
"She ruined it. I was getting there, you know?" she complained.
Jack sighed.
He wiped his mouth with baby wipes (that's why it was there!) and washed his hands in the bathroom.
Liz's phone rang shortly after.
"Hey, Mom?"
"Liddy! What's going on? Is everything okay?"
"Yeah. Everything's going great. I just got home from school an hour ago and I picked Em up, too. She's eating the dinner I cooked for her."
"How was school today?"
"It was okay. I have a volleyball game tomorrow night."
"That's nice, honey. Why'd you call?"
"Oh, right. A lady knocked on the door earlier. She was claiming to be my birth mom."
"Did she say her name?"
"No. She was blond and it looked like she recognized me."
"Um...okay. We'll be home in a few minutes, so you can tell me the whole story then."
Liz hung up.
She went outside and saw Avery sitting on the chair.
"Hi, Avery," Liz said.
"It was you? Jack chose you?" Avery asked.
"No, no. Jack...took gynecology in college. I was just there getting for a check-up."
"So, there's nothing going on with you and Jack?"
Jack cleared his throat.
"Actually, Liz and I are married. Twelve years, actually."
"Those are lies, Donaghy. You told me you signed those divorce papers and turned them in."
"Avery, somehow I still believe that by some twist of fate, Liz and I were destined to be married. Plus, I didn't have the heart to do it."
"We have a daughter. Emily Donaghy. She's six years old now."
Avery gave them the gift basket.
"Oh. Um, congratulations, you guys," she said, before walking away.
"I thought we've been only married for six years," Liz said.
Jack just chuckled.
FIN?
Disclaimer: Not mine
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Summary: Three things Liz has called sex/making out when they were caught.
1) "A snake bit my lip, so he was sucking out the venom!"
Jack and Liz have been dating for almost six months now. That's an accomplishment because no one knew they were. So, yeah. Liz was happy about that. There were some times that they almost got caught, though.
The first time was when Jenna offered to give her a ride using Paul's car.
("No thanks, Jenna. My ride's taking me home," Liz explained.
"Who's your ride? You never ask someone to take you home unless it's a taxi."
"Yeah, well--"
"Hey, it's movie night tomorrow night! What movie do you want to watch?"
"I, uh, have a thing tomorrow night."
Liz got a text from Jack saying that the car was ready.
"I gotta go, Jenna.")
Coming close to their six-month anniversary, Liz wanted to surprise Jack by buying him lunch so they could eat out at the balcony, but Jack beat her to it. Instead of buying lunch to-go, Jack told her to meet him at Plunder.
Liz saw him out at the door waiting for her with a smile on his face.
"Jack? What's this all about?"
Jack put a blindfold over her eyes.
"Trust me. You're going to love this."
They walked for about a minute or two.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"Just wait. We're almost there....okay. Take the blindfold off. Hit it, guys."
Violins started playing and a big sign that said, "Will you marry me?" was shown.
Liz's eyes widened.
"Are you...are you serious?"
Jack kneeled down on one knee and opened a small box. Inside was the ring she liked when they went ring-shopping for Elisa.
"Elizabeth Lemon, I know we've been dating for only six months, but we have been friends for more than six years now. I love you. After all my failed relationships, you were always the one who made me feel better. Every hardship, every success, you were the only one who was always there for me. You know my whole life, inside and out. We have no secrets. This relationship is like no other I have ever experienced. Usually, it's all about the competition. I used to date women who were like me. But then I realized, maybe what I really need is the exact opposite. These past six months have been the best months of my life. I want you, Elizabeth. I want to tell people that you are mine and no one else's. Marry me."
Liz's eyes started to water.
"Okay. But I'm not wearing the ring to work."
Jack smirked.
"Deal."
He kissed her and they ate lunch there.
Later when they went back to work, someone knocked on Liz's door.
It was Jenna.
Liz frantically took her ring out of her finger and stuffed it in her pocket.
"Hey, Jenna!" Liz said, a little to enthusiastically.
"Hi...Liz, where were you yesterday night? I was knocking on your door, but no one answered. Did you move out or something?"
"No! I still live there. I was probably out."
"Liz, it was at two in the morning when I knocked. Where else could you possibly--ohh. Who's your new man?"
Liz scoffed.
"I do not have a new man!"
Then her phone started ringing. It was Jack.
"Hey, Jack?"
"Hello, Lemon."
"What's up? Why'd you call me?"
Jack chuckled.
"I just wanted to see how my beautiful fiancé was doing."
Liz blushed, but hopefully Jenna didn't see that.
"Aw, shut up! Those are lies."
"Would I lie to you?"
Liz smirked.
"No, I guess not."
"Right. Well, would you like to come to my office?"
"Yeah, sure. What time?"
"Now, actually."
"Augh, I wish I could, but I can't. Jenna's here right now."
"Tell her you guys can talk later. Come on, Lemon. I'm still your boss."
"Okay, fine."
"Bye. Love you."
"You too, Jack. You too," Liz said before hanging up.
"Hey, let's have this meeting some other time. I have to meet with Jack."
"Why are you talking weird?" Jenna asked her.
"What? No! I'm not talking weird."
Liz ran to the elevator as fast as she could.
"Who, whoa, whoa. No need to get over-excited to see me, Lemon," Jack said as she saw Liz running to his desk.
"It's Jenna. She's after us."
"Did you tell her about our relationship?"
"No, of course not. That'd be like telling Brian Williams that there's an alligator on the loose."
Jack looked at her weirdly.
"I don't quite understand that metaphor, but you have nothing to worry about. Trust me, okay?"
Liz smiled, then nodded.
"I love you," she whispered before kissing him.
"I think you guys should make sure that the door's locked," Jenna said.
Liz pulled away.
"A SNAKE BIT MY LIP SO JACK WAS JUST SUCKING THE VENOM OUT!" Liz yelled.
"Chill, Liz! Everyone knows you guys are dating. You guys send out too many signals and you show too much PDA. We were all just waiting for one of you to crack."
"Well, we're not dating," Jack said.
"Uh, yeah you are," Jenna said.
Jack shook his head.
"Liz and I...are getting married."
Jenna's jaw dropped.
"NO. WAY."
"Yes way, Jenna," Jack replied.
"Yeah. Now go to your dressing room to plan our wedding, okay? Okay. Bye, Jenna!" Liz yelled.
2) "Just doing push-ups on the bed!"
Ever since Emily turned four years old, she had always wanted to be with her parents. She wanted to be with them wherever they went because she loved them. Her father worked for GE, and her mother worked as the head writer of a live comedy show. So, yeah. She had awesome parents. Even though she did have a half-sister who chose to have her room upstairs, she loved her family.
Lately, though, she had trouble sleeping. Since her room is right next door to her parents' room, she could hear them if they were shouting.
One afternoon when she was playing with her Barbies, Emily heard her mother. She wasn't screaming, but she kept calling out her dad's name.
Emily shrugged and decided that they were just talking.
Meanwhile, in the other room:
"Oh, god. Yes. Oh, Jack," Liz moaned.
Liz's breaths came in short, raggedy breaths and her moans became louder. This was mind-blowing. She hadn't had sex like this for a long time.
Jack kept thrusting inside her, and each time, Liz would keep telling him not to stop.
She came shortly after and Jack as well.
They lied back down in bed and catched their breath.
"Wow. Oh my god. That was--God, Jack. I don't think I can ever walk again."
Jack smirked.
"That was amazing, yes."
Liz smiled and kissed him one last time before they fell asleep.
When she woke up, Jack was still next to her, but he was awake. She knew that because his erection was still there. Yep. Not going anywhere.
She turned around to face him and immediately, his eyes snapped shut.
"Alright. You're awake. I know you are."
Jack chuckled.
"So, up for another round?" he asked with a sly grin on his face.
"Hm. Sure, what the hell?"
Later:
Jack was on top of Liz, telling her to spread her legs wider. Liz tried to supress her moans, but she couldn't. They just...came out.
"Mommy? Daddy? What are you guys doing?"
Liz's eyes widened at Jack.
"Shit," he whispered.
"Hi, Em! Your dad and I are just...excercising. He was doing push-ups earlier," Liz said with a fake enthusiastic tone.
"Emily Brooklyn Donaghy, please knock next time whenever you enter our room," Jack said with a stern voice.
"I did knock, Daddy. A lot of times. I guess you guys just didn't hear me."
Emily shrugged and left the room.
"I. Hate. You.," Liz said.
Jack just smirked.
"They were having sex, dummy," Liddy said to Emily.
"What's that?"
Liddy rolled her eyes and went back to her room.
"If you need me, I'll be in my room texting Ryan."
"Who's Ryan?"
"A boy I like. Now, shoo. No pests allowed in my room."
"You're the bestest big sister ever, Liddy!"
"Yeah, yeah. I know."
3) "Jack took gynecology in college and I was just here for a check-up!"
Avery had been gone a long time. It was about three years later until Jack found out that she had escaped from North Korea.
Avery was doing perfectly fine, all right. She had interviews with everyone and each day, there was always a story about her on the news.
"Avery Jessup pregnant?," "Avery Jessup's new man," "Avery Jessup starts the Avery Jessup fund," stuff like that.
One day, Avery found out that her husband was still working at the same place. So, she bought him a gift basket and a Korean-English dictionary since she has been throwing Korean sayings here and there by accident.
Oh, and Liddy. Sweet, sweet Liddy. How she missed her daughter so much. She remembered she still had a key to their house, so she decided to surprise her daughter by entering the house unexpectedly. Liddy was already fourteen now and was probably the smartest and most beautiful girl in her school.
Avery tried opening the door with the key, but it wouldn't work. She sighed, and decided to just knock.
A tall-ish girl answered the door. She was wearing glasses and her hair was blonde...like hers.
"Yeah?" the girl asked.
"Liddy? Is that you?"
"Who are you?"
"I'm Avery Jessup, your mother."
Liddy smirked.
"No, you aren't. My birth mother's in North Korea with a new family."
Avery's emotion quickly changed.
"Excuse me?"
"My birth mother abandoned me. I have a step-mother."
Avery scoffed.
"I didn't abandon you, Liddy. I was held captive."
Liddy shook her head.
"If you want to have further proof, please visit my father. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to cook dinner for my younger sister."
Liddy shut the door in front of Avery.
Hang on, sister? Who was this new woman Jack had?
She went to the GE building and took the elevator to Jack's floor. On the way, there were about 15 more people that went in that elevator which made the trip longer than it needed to be.
Meanwhile in Jack's office:
Liz kissed him. Casually, at first. Then he kissed her, more intimately this time. Jack kissed her neck, then her shoulder as he unhooked her bra. So, yeah. They were gonna do it on his desk, just like Jack asked her to. At first she didn't want to do it. But now that she felt confident, they're so doing this. They walked slowly to his desk and Jack took everything off of it. He set the computer down gently on the ground, took all the pictures and other things off and told Liz to sit at the edge.
Liz obeyed and Jack stood up in front of her.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Lemon?" he asked her one final time.
Liz nodded.
"Just tell me when to stop," he said.
Jack unzipped Liz's dress and told her to spread her legs.
Liz took a deep breath and nodded.
One finger brushed over her clit and it sent chills to her body. She gasped, even though she knew this was going to happen. Then, two fingers entered her.
Yeah, this was good.
"Uh-huh.....keep doing that," she told him.
And so he did. Then, his head went down there. Wait, huh? Why was he--? Uh-oh. Well, it's too late to back out now.
I should stop thinking now, Liz thought.
Jack kissed her inner thighs and began to lick her...there.
Man, she needs to be more adult-y.
But right now, it didn't really matter because what he was doing to her felt so good.
She was about to come when:
"Oh. My. God."
Then someone closed the door.
Jack looked up.
"Who was there?" Jack asked her.
"I think it was Avery!" she said.
Liz frowned.
"She ruined it. I was getting there, you know?" she complained.
Jack sighed.
He wiped his mouth with baby wipes (that's why it was there!) and washed his hands in the bathroom.
Liz's phone rang shortly after.
"Hey, Mom?"
"Liddy! What's going on? Is everything okay?"
"Yeah. Everything's going great. I just got home from school an hour ago and I picked Em up, too. She's eating the dinner I cooked for her."
"How was school today?"
"It was okay. I have a volleyball game tomorrow night."
"That's nice, honey. Why'd you call?"
"Oh, right. A lady knocked on the door earlier. She was claiming to be my birth mom."
"Did she say her name?"
"No. She was blond and it looked like she recognized me."
"Um...okay. We'll be home in a few minutes, so you can tell me the whole story then."
Liz hung up.
She went outside and saw Avery sitting on the chair.
"Hi, Avery," Liz said.
"It was you? Jack chose you?" Avery asked.
"No, no. Jack...took gynecology in college. I was just there getting for a check-up."
"So, there's nothing going on with you and Jack?"
Jack cleared his throat.
"Actually, Liz and I are married. Twelve years, actually."
"Those are lies, Donaghy. You told me you signed those divorce papers and turned them in."
"Avery, somehow I still believe that by some twist of fate, Liz and I were destined to be married. Plus, I didn't have the heart to do it."
"We have a daughter. Emily Donaghy. She's six years old now."
Avery gave them the gift basket.
"Oh. Um, congratulations, you guys," she said, before walking away.
"I thought we've been only married for six years," Liz said.
Jack just chuckled.
FIN?
Dancing Like This...
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Summary: A special party to celebrate TGS's 100th episode.
A/N: Just a little short fic. I guess. It's a little on the weird side.
"Wow. 100. Can you believe it, Pete?" Liz asked him one day.
"No, not really. It feels like it was just yesterday when Tracy joined the cast and Jack became our new boss."
Liz smirked.
"Huh. Five years sure goes by quickly."
Pete nodded and Liz left his office.
She went to the 52nd floor to see Jack.
"Can you get a really fancy venue if I want to host a party?" she asked him.
Jack smirked.
"What kind of party?" he asked.
"I want to host a party for the crew. You know, the 100th episode is coming up and I want them to enjoy a little party. And, I wanna see how they look if it was a black tie."
Jack smirked, yet again.
"You're going to host a black tie? By yourself?"
"Of course not! I want you to help me since you've been to so many fancy parties."
Jack thought for a minute or two until he finally came to his decision.
He nodded.
"Yay! Call me when you have ideas."
**
After weeks and weeks of planning, Jack and Liz were both exhausted. It was like planning a wedding! At least they got the job done.
They sent out the invitations a week before.
"Black Tie? What does that even mean?" Frank asked.
"It means--" Liz started.
"No, no. I got it, Lemon." he said, interrupting Liz. "It means that you are to wear a tuxedo to this party."
"Can I still wear my hat?"
Jack looked at him as if he was joking. When he realized he wasn't, he cleared his throat.
"Oh. Yes, Frank. You may still wear your hat. As for the rest of you, tuxedos. Women, you know what to wear."
Jenna smirked.
"What's so funny?" Cerie asked her.
"Oh, nothing," Jenna said. "Nothing at all."
After they gave the invitations, Liz called the caterer to see if everything was alright.
"The caterer says that they have our order placed," Liz said.
"Great. The bakery said that they got the cake and cupcake order."
Liz smiled.
"What about the winery?" she asked him.
"I'll take care of it."
"Looks like everything's working out now. I think we're ready."
"One last thing; who are you going to be wearing on the night of the party?"
"What do you mean 'who I'm wearing?' I'm wearing myself."
"No, no. I mean, which designer?"
"Oh. I dunno. NY&C, I guess. What are you wearing?"
"I will be wearing an Armani tuxedo. This tuxedo will be tailored and delivered here by Mister Armani himself the day before the party. After all, this is an A-List party."
"An A-List party? I thought it was just the crew."
Jack chuckled.
"No, Lemon. Celebrities like David and Victoria Beckham, Colin Firth, Helena Bonham-Carter, Brad Pitt and Sandra Bullock will all be there. I booked such an intimate venue because of it."
Liz's jaw dropped.
"Posh?! Brad Pitt?! How did you get them--"
Jack shushed her.
"I have connections, Lemon. So, please wear something flattering."
Liz rolled her eyes.
"You think I can't pull off something that's off-brand? Psh. Well, you got it wrong, buddy. I can wear a dress better than Angelina Jolie!"
"We don't talk about her here," Jack whispered.
"Oh! Right. Sorry, NBC," Liz said.
"Okay. If you think you can do it, I will NOT let you. I will give you my gold card so you can buy some--"
Liz grabbed the card from him.
"Great, thanks! See you in a few."
**
At about ten o' clock in the evening, someone knocked on Jack's door. He got up from his couch and turned the television off.
Jack opened the door and found a woman with many shopping bags in hand. She was wearing a dress and had very tall heels, sunglasses on, and her hair was really straight.
"May I help you?" Jack asked.
"Yes, is Mister Donaghy here?" the woman asked.
"You're talking to him," he replied.
"Oh. Well, I'm here to return your gold card."
"Lemon? Is that you?" Jack asked.
He had to admit, he was pretty surprised. Lemon actually looked very attractive...not that he would tell her that.
Liz took off her sunglasses.
"What do you think?" she asked.
"Well, I hardly recognized you."
"I think I spent about......twenty thousand dollars?"
"Oh, that's good enough. I'm getting my bonus tomorrow, though."
"Is that like, cheap in businessman world?" Liz asked, smirking.
Jack nodded.
"Well, I'll see you at the party tomorrow evening. Goodnight, Jack."
The next morning, Liz decided to wear one of the many dresses she bought. If Jack couldn't recognize her, then the dum-dums she works with won't stand a chance.
"Whoa! Who are you?" Lutz asked Liz.
Liz tried her fake English accent.
"I am Bridget Layne. I am Miss Lemon's replacement for today."
"Oh. Sweet. Hey, guys! No Liz means no Hitler!"
The writers all started chanting, "USA! USA! USA!"
Liz rolled her eyes and took off her sunglasses.
"It's me, you morons," she said.
Lutz screamed.
"Oh my God! Bridget got plastic surgery to look and sound like Liz!"
Liz sighed and walked to her office.
This was going to be a long day.
**
Party day! Right after work, Liz went home and changed for the party.
Jack knocked on her door at about seven o' clock to pick her up.
"Wow, Lemon," was all he said.
Liz smiled, but Jack clearly saw that she was blushing.
"Shall we?" he asked.
"We shall," she replied.
The car ride to the party took just a few minutes. Before Liz stepped outside, she looked out the window just to find millions of paparazzo and a red carpet.
"Seriously, Jack?" she asked.
"You wanted something fancy. Here it is," he said with a wink.
They stepped outside and Liz was almost blinded by the flashes of light from the cameras. Luckily, Jack helped her and guided her through the carpet with no questions asked. That is, until one reporter came to them.
"And here I am now with the hosts of this amazing party, Mister Jack Donaghy and his lovely wife, Mrs. Elizabeth Lemon-Donaghy. How does it feel to host the party of the year?"
Wife? What? Pfft. She has to be kidding.
Jack nudged her, signaling her to say something.
"Oh. Um. Hello, Ann. Planning for this party with my um, husband has been loads of fun. I hope everyone enjoys each other's company because this party is sure to last long," she said smiling.
The reporter left them and Liz pulled Jack over to a corner.
"What?" he asked impatiently.
"What did she mean by wife?"
Jack chuckled.
"She said wife?"
Liz nodded.
"Oh, don't worry about it. I'm sure it's nothing."
"Jack! It's something! I--"
Jack traced her jawline and leaned in a little closer to Liz's face.
"Don't worry about it," he whispered. "We just have to stay together the whole time, okay?"
Liz nodded.
They went inside the building and it looked amazing. There were lots of tables in the center, a mini-buffet near the side with a bar next to it. Last but not least, there was a stage next to a dance floor. The stage was occupied with a singer and his band, who was apparently singing smooth classics.
"Jack, this is amazing! How did you even plan all this?" she asked him.
"I have my ways. The TGS cake is by our table if you want to take a look at it. I say we did a pretty good job, Lemon."
Liz smiled at him, almost adoringly.
"We did good, Donaghy. We did good."
Jack got them a few drinks and they sat at their table talking and laughing.
Jenna noticed them from a mile away and called herself a genius. She knew this party would bring them closer together, if not already.
"Would you like to dance?" Jack asked him.
"No, thanks. I'm not a really good--Oh my gosh, this is my favorite song!"
Jack smiled as he guided her to the dance floor.
"I didn't know you liked Bing Crosby," he said.
"This song makes me relax. It reminds me of happier times," she replied.
They were swaying slowly on the dance floor. Jack had his hands on the small of her back, while Liz had her hands on the back of his neck, resting her head on his chest. The song kept going on and on, as if it never wanted to end.
"But in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream...of me," the singer sung, concluding the song. He started singing "Just the Way You Look Tonight" which was the perfect song.
This was a very comfortable position for Liz. She never really slow-dances with guys. She never gets nervous when she's this close to a man. Her heart never pounds as fast as this. What was this feeling?
"Jack?" she whispered softly, so soft that she didn't know if he even heard her.
"Yes, Lemon?" he whispered back.
Oh. He heard her. Yup. So, was it time to say this?
She looked up at him, smiling.
"I'm having a really great time tonight," she said.
"Me too, Lemon. Me too," he replied, just before kissing her forehead.
They kept dancing, but distanced away a little bit.
"This is so weird," she said.
"What is?"
"Us dancing with other people we don't know. Everyone I work with is seeing me dance with you and I'm wearing a dress with no back--"
"Let's go get some air."
"Yes. Air would be nice," she said.
They went outside and found no paparazzo. Probably because stupid Frank let them in, Liz thought.
"We were just dancing," Jack said.
Liz sighed and put her hands on his shoulder.
"You really don't understand?" she asked him.
Jack shook his head.
Liz leaned in, closing her eyes. Jack closed his eyes as well, but as soon as he did, Liz opened hers and told Jack she wanted a drink.
"I want a, uh, vodka martini, dry. Like, really dry. With lots of olives. At least three olives."
Jack nodded and went back inside.
Liz took deep breaths. Why is she feeling like this? I mean, it's just a party.
Meanwhile, Jenna gave up on looking for David Beckham, so she went outside. There, she saw Liz sitting on a bench.
"Hey. What's up?" Jenna asked her.
"Oh. I thought you were someone else."
"Did you think I was Jack?"
"What? No!"
"Liz. Look at me. I know when you're lying."
Liz sighed.
"Yes. I thought you were him because I wanted to tell him something."
"What did you want to tell him?"
"Nothing, Jenna. It's...personal."
"Come on, Liz. You can tell me anything. I promise promise promise that I won't tell anyone!"
Liz cleared her throat.
"Alright. Earlier, Jack and I were slow-dancing. Then, something in my stomach like, leaped or something. My heart was pounding so fast and I was getting all nervous around him. What should I do?"
Jenna's jaw dropped.
"You like him!" she loudly whispered.
Liz told her to shush.
"I don't know, Jenna. I mean, even if I do, he wouldn't date me. I'm a nerd. Everyone hates me."
"Lemon!" Jack called out from the door.
"Oh, crap. It's him. I'll just wing this," Liz told Jenna.
Jenna gave her a thumbs-up. It's nice to know there's still some non-superficial women in the world.
She ran back to the door where Jack was and grabbed her drink.
"Where were you?" he asked her.
"Bench. Getting some fresh air."
"Lemon?"
"S'yeah?"
"Ithinkiloveyou," he quickly said.
"I'm sorry. What did you say?"
"I think we better go inside."
"Umm...okay."
Jack led her to their table and sat down. By this time, Liz was confused. What was Jack going to say to her?
"Lemon, I think I may have--"
Then, "What the World Needs Now" started playing from the stereos and Liz asked him to dance.
Yes, dancing. Body language is more important than words, Jack thought. This would be the better place to say it. More romantic, more fitting.
"Hey, Jack? What if we both say what we wanted to say at the count of three?"
Jack looked surprised, but agreed to do so.
"Okay. One...two...three!"
"I think I like you," Liz said.
"I think I love you," Jack said.
They both said that at the exact same time.
"Wait. You love me?" Liz asked him.
"I think I do. Ever since we started this party planning thing, we've been spending more time together and I've gotten to know your after-work side better."
"And...?"
"I like it. The very thought of it just makes me want to love you even more...if that's okay with you."
Liz's mouth formed an "oh."
"Wow. This is all so unexpected. I--wow. Jack, I...you want to have a relationship with me?"
"That's...what I'm asking," he said.
Liz smiled and nodded.
"I'd like that," she said.
She put her head back on his chest and they kept dancing, swaying in rhythm.
"What the world needs now...is love, sweet love. It's the only thing...that there's just too little of."
END
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Summary: A special party to celebrate TGS's 100th episode.
A/N: Just a little short fic. I guess. It's a little on the weird side.
"Wow. 100. Can you believe it, Pete?" Liz asked him one day.
"No, not really. It feels like it was just yesterday when Tracy joined the cast and Jack became our new boss."
Liz smirked.
"Huh. Five years sure goes by quickly."
Pete nodded and Liz left his office.
She went to the 52nd floor to see Jack.
"Can you get a really fancy venue if I want to host a party?" she asked him.
Jack smirked.
"What kind of party?" he asked.
"I want to host a party for the crew. You know, the 100th episode is coming up and I want them to enjoy a little party. And, I wanna see how they look if it was a black tie."
Jack smirked, yet again.
"You're going to host a black tie? By yourself?"
"Of course not! I want you to help me since you've been to so many fancy parties."
Jack thought for a minute or two until he finally came to his decision.
He nodded.
"Yay! Call me when you have ideas."
**
After weeks and weeks of planning, Jack and Liz were both exhausted. It was like planning a wedding! At least they got the job done.
They sent out the invitations a week before.
"Black Tie? What does that even mean?" Frank asked.
"It means--" Liz started.
"No, no. I got it, Lemon." he said, interrupting Liz. "It means that you are to wear a tuxedo to this party."
"Can I still wear my hat?"
Jack looked at him as if he was joking. When he realized he wasn't, he cleared his throat.
"Oh. Yes, Frank. You may still wear your hat. As for the rest of you, tuxedos. Women, you know what to wear."
Jenna smirked.
"What's so funny?" Cerie asked her.
"Oh, nothing," Jenna said. "Nothing at all."
After they gave the invitations, Liz called the caterer to see if everything was alright.
"The caterer says that they have our order placed," Liz said.
"Great. The bakery said that they got the cake and cupcake order."
Liz smiled.
"What about the winery?" she asked him.
"I'll take care of it."
"Looks like everything's working out now. I think we're ready."
"One last thing; who are you going to be wearing on the night of the party?"
"What do you mean 'who I'm wearing?' I'm wearing myself."
"No, no. I mean, which designer?"
"Oh. I dunno. NY&C, I guess. What are you wearing?"
"I will be wearing an Armani tuxedo. This tuxedo will be tailored and delivered here by Mister Armani himself the day before the party. After all, this is an A-List party."
"An A-List party? I thought it was just the crew."
Jack chuckled.
"No, Lemon. Celebrities like David and Victoria Beckham, Colin Firth, Helena Bonham-Carter, Brad Pitt and Sandra Bullock will all be there. I booked such an intimate venue because of it."
Liz's jaw dropped.
"Posh?! Brad Pitt?! How did you get them--"
Jack shushed her.
"I have connections, Lemon. So, please wear something flattering."
Liz rolled her eyes.
"You think I can't pull off something that's off-brand? Psh. Well, you got it wrong, buddy. I can wear a dress better than Angelina Jolie!"
"We don't talk about her here," Jack whispered.
"Oh! Right. Sorry, NBC," Liz said.
"Okay. If you think you can do it, I will NOT let you. I will give you my gold card so you can buy some--"
Liz grabbed the card from him.
"Great, thanks! See you in a few."
**
At about ten o' clock in the evening, someone knocked on Jack's door. He got up from his couch and turned the television off.
Jack opened the door and found a woman with many shopping bags in hand. She was wearing a dress and had very tall heels, sunglasses on, and her hair was really straight.
"May I help you?" Jack asked.
"Yes, is Mister Donaghy here?" the woman asked.
"You're talking to him," he replied.
"Oh. Well, I'm here to return your gold card."
"Lemon? Is that you?" Jack asked.
He had to admit, he was pretty surprised. Lemon actually looked very attractive...not that he would tell her that.
Liz took off her sunglasses.
"What do you think?" she asked.
"Well, I hardly recognized you."
"I think I spent about......twenty thousand dollars?"
"Oh, that's good enough. I'm getting my bonus tomorrow, though."
"Is that like, cheap in businessman world?" Liz asked, smirking.
Jack nodded.
"Well, I'll see you at the party tomorrow evening. Goodnight, Jack."
The next morning, Liz decided to wear one of the many dresses she bought. If Jack couldn't recognize her, then the dum-dums she works with won't stand a chance.
"Whoa! Who are you?" Lutz asked Liz.
Liz tried her fake English accent.
"I am Bridget Layne. I am Miss Lemon's replacement for today."
"Oh. Sweet. Hey, guys! No Liz means no Hitler!"
The writers all started chanting, "USA! USA! USA!"
Liz rolled her eyes and took off her sunglasses.
"It's me, you morons," she said.
Lutz screamed.
"Oh my God! Bridget got plastic surgery to look and sound like Liz!"
Liz sighed and walked to her office.
This was going to be a long day.
**
Party day! Right after work, Liz went home and changed for the party.
Jack knocked on her door at about seven o' clock to pick her up.
"Wow, Lemon," was all he said.
Liz smiled, but Jack clearly saw that she was blushing.
"Shall we?" he asked.
"We shall," she replied.
The car ride to the party took just a few minutes. Before Liz stepped outside, she looked out the window just to find millions of paparazzo and a red carpet.
"Seriously, Jack?" she asked.
"You wanted something fancy. Here it is," he said with a wink.
They stepped outside and Liz was almost blinded by the flashes of light from the cameras. Luckily, Jack helped her and guided her through the carpet with no questions asked. That is, until one reporter came to them.
"And here I am now with the hosts of this amazing party, Mister Jack Donaghy and his lovely wife, Mrs. Elizabeth Lemon-Donaghy. How does it feel to host the party of the year?"
Wife? What? Pfft. She has to be kidding.
Jack nudged her, signaling her to say something.
"Oh. Um. Hello, Ann. Planning for this party with my um, husband has been loads of fun. I hope everyone enjoys each other's company because this party is sure to last long," she said smiling.
The reporter left them and Liz pulled Jack over to a corner.
"What?" he asked impatiently.
"What did she mean by wife?"
Jack chuckled.
"She said wife?"
Liz nodded.
"Oh, don't worry about it. I'm sure it's nothing."
"Jack! It's something! I--"
Jack traced her jawline and leaned in a little closer to Liz's face.
"Don't worry about it," he whispered. "We just have to stay together the whole time, okay?"
Liz nodded.
They went inside the building and it looked amazing. There were lots of tables in the center, a mini-buffet near the side with a bar next to it. Last but not least, there was a stage next to a dance floor. The stage was occupied with a singer and his band, who was apparently singing smooth classics.
"Jack, this is amazing! How did you even plan all this?" she asked him.
"I have my ways. The TGS cake is by our table if you want to take a look at it. I say we did a pretty good job, Lemon."
Liz smiled at him, almost adoringly.
"We did good, Donaghy. We did good."
Jack got them a few drinks and they sat at their table talking and laughing.
Jenna noticed them from a mile away and called herself a genius. She knew this party would bring them closer together, if not already.
"Would you like to dance?" Jack asked him.
"No, thanks. I'm not a really good--Oh my gosh, this is my favorite song!"
Jack smiled as he guided her to the dance floor.
"I didn't know you liked Bing Crosby," he said.
"This song makes me relax. It reminds me of happier times," she replied.
They were swaying slowly on the dance floor. Jack had his hands on the small of her back, while Liz had her hands on the back of his neck, resting her head on his chest. The song kept going on and on, as if it never wanted to end.
"But in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream...of me," the singer sung, concluding the song. He started singing "Just the Way You Look Tonight" which was the perfect song.
This was a very comfortable position for Liz. She never really slow-dances with guys. She never gets nervous when she's this close to a man. Her heart never pounds as fast as this. What was this feeling?
"Jack?" she whispered softly, so soft that she didn't know if he even heard her.
"Yes, Lemon?" he whispered back.
Oh. He heard her. Yup. So, was it time to say this?
She looked up at him, smiling.
"I'm having a really great time tonight," she said.
"Me too, Lemon. Me too," he replied, just before kissing her forehead.
They kept dancing, but distanced away a little bit.
"This is so weird," she said.
"What is?"
"Us dancing with other people we don't know. Everyone I work with is seeing me dance with you and I'm wearing a dress with no back--"
"Let's go get some air."
"Yes. Air would be nice," she said.
They went outside and found no paparazzo. Probably because stupid Frank let them in, Liz thought.
"We were just dancing," Jack said.
Liz sighed and put her hands on his shoulder.
"You really don't understand?" she asked him.
Jack shook his head.
Liz leaned in, closing her eyes. Jack closed his eyes as well, but as soon as he did, Liz opened hers and told Jack she wanted a drink.
"I want a, uh, vodka martini, dry. Like, really dry. With lots of olives. At least three olives."
Jack nodded and went back inside.
Liz took deep breaths. Why is she feeling like this? I mean, it's just a party.
Meanwhile, Jenna gave up on looking for David Beckham, so she went outside. There, she saw Liz sitting on a bench.
"Hey. What's up?" Jenna asked her.
"Oh. I thought you were someone else."
"Did you think I was Jack?"
"What? No!"
"Liz. Look at me. I know when you're lying."
Liz sighed.
"Yes. I thought you were him because I wanted to tell him something."
"What did you want to tell him?"
"Nothing, Jenna. It's...personal."
"Come on, Liz. You can tell me anything. I promise promise promise that I won't tell anyone!"
Liz cleared her throat.
"Alright. Earlier, Jack and I were slow-dancing. Then, something in my stomach like, leaped or something. My heart was pounding so fast and I was getting all nervous around him. What should I do?"
Jenna's jaw dropped.
"You like him!" she loudly whispered.
Liz told her to shush.
"I don't know, Jenna. I mean, even if I do, he wouldn't date me. I'm a nerd. Everyone hates me."
"Lemon!" Jack called out from the door.
"Oh, crap. It's him. I'll just wing this," Liz told Jenna.
Jenna gave her a thumbs-up. It's nice to know there's still some non-superficial women in the world.
She ran back to the door where Jack was and grabbed her drink.
"Where were you?" he asked her.
"Bench. Getting some fresh air."
"Lemon?"
"S'yeah?"
"Ithinkiloveyou," he quickly said.
"I'm sorry. What did you say?"
"I think we better go inside."
"Umm...okay."
Jack led her to their table and sat down. By this time, Liz was confused. What was Jack going to say to her?
"Lemon, I think I may have--"
Then, "What the World Needs Now" started playing from the stereos and Liz asked him to dance.
Yes, dancing. Body language is more important than words, Jack thought. This would be the better place to say it. More romantic, more fitting.
"Hey, Jack? What if we both say what we wanted to say at the count of three?"
Jack looked surprised, but agreed to do so.
"Okay. One...two...three!"
"I think I like you," Liz said.
"I think I love you," Jack said.
They both said that at the exact same time.
"Wait. You love me?" Liz asked him.
"I think I do. Ever since we started this party planning thing, we've been spending more time together and I've gotten to know your after-work side better."
"And...?"
"I like it. The very thought of it just makes me want to love you even more...if that's okay with you."
Liz's mouth formed an "oh."
"Wow. This is all so unexpected. I--wow. Jack, I...you want to have a relationship with me?"
"That's...what I'm asking," he said.
Liz smiled and nodded.
"I'd like that," she said.
She put her head back on his chest and they kept dancing, swaying in rhythm.
"What the world needs now...is love, sweet love. It's the only thing...that there's just too little of."
END
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