Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine...
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Jack/Liz, Jack/Avery
Summary: Jack explains to Liz about where Avery is. (Follow-up to "Liz, the babysitter")
"Avery is, um, well, how do I put it?"
"Well? She's what?! Spit it out!"
"She's dead."
"She's what?!" she screamed.
"She's dead. There was something going on in Greece and apparently someone shot her. And there's another thing."
"What?!"
"The baby's not mine, so we can't keep her."
Liz looked like she was the one that had been shot.
"Are you kidding me?! This baby is literally like my own child! And probably my only!"
"Look, we can try you for adoption."
"No, that won't work."
"Alright. Artificial--"
"Nope! I know what you're about to say and I'm not giving you permission to use artificial insemination for me."
"Well, you want a child, don't you?"
"Well, duh."
"There's only one option left."
"And that is...?"
"The old-fashioned way."
"What, you mean like have sex? What are you talking about? That's ridiculous. Are you drunk? I think you are. Now can we go?"
"Liz! Stop talking! You're taking all the oxygen in this room."
"Sorry," she said, sitting back down on the couch with Baby Liz still in her arms.
"You talk fast when you're hiding something or when you're nervous. Tell me, Lemon. What are you trying to hide from me?"
"Damn it, how do you know how I'm feeling?!"
"Feeling tense? I don't know. I can just read you like that."
"No, not feeling tense, dummy--"
"Ah, I prefer you not calling me dummy because that reminds me of--"
"Yeah, that goddamn Dennis. As I was saying, not feeling tense, but FEELINGS!"
"Like...?"
"Oh, stop being such an ass, Jack! Or you know what? Stop being such a jackass, Jack!"
Liz giggled at her statement even if she was trying to be serious.
"What? That you have feelings for me?" Jack replied.
Liz chuckled nervously.
"Haha, oh look, Baby Liz needs a new diaper. Bye, Jack! I'll see you at home!"
Liz ran out the door in a dash, leaving Jack to make his own conclusions.
END/TBC??
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Never Let Me Go
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine..
Spoilers: "Hiatus"
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Summary: I can't give you the summary. Sorry!
Jack had been in the hospital for weeks now. The reason? Well, one night, Jack arrived late from work and Avery was at home, with an angry look on her face. She started yelling at Jack, and Jack had no choice but to fight back. Their voices kept getting louder and louder, and the baby's cries as well.
"What the hell, you guys?!" Liz shouted, as she closed the door of Liddy's room.
Liz had been the babysitter of Liddy that night, and when she heard all this noise, she couldn't take it anymore.
"Why are you always home late? You're NEVER home, Jack!"
"You know what? You're the one who always has to travel! I'm the one having to pay all these babysitters!"
"Why am I even having this conversation with you?! If you can't handle this--"
"Oh, I, JACK DONAGHY, CAN'T handle this? I'm her parent! The one who's there for her 95% of the time! The closest she can get to a mother is Liz right here, since she's the one taking care of her!"
It was silent. Avery started yelling again, while Jack was trying to catch his breath.
"AVERY, JACK! PLEASE! LET YOUR DAUGHTER GO TO SLEEP!" Liz finally yelled.
"Lemon, take Liddy to your house tonight, please." Jack said, out of breath.
Liz got her stuff and Liddy, and turned to the door.
"JACK! ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?!"
Jack collapsed on the floor. Liz quickly put the crying baby on the couch and went to Jack.
"Jack? Jack?! Damn it, Avery! He's having a heart attack!"
She quickly called for an ambulance.
"Liz, what happened to my son?" Colleen asked.
"I-I-I don't know why this happened. Avery gave him a heart--I mean, a cardiac arrest."
"A heart attack?!"
Liz barely nodded and started crying.
"Liz, it's not your fault," Colleen said, as she was calming her down.
"No, it is. I should've stopped them from fighting quicker. I should've paid attention to Jack."
"Listen, missy. It's not your fault. It's that gold digger's fault. She had to fight with him! See? That's what he gets for marrying a woman like her. It's like Bianca: Part Two."
It's been four weeks, and Jack hasn't woke up. Liz visited him every day like he was a chapel.
"I'm sorry," the nurse said on the other line.
"Thank you."
Liz hung up the phone and started crying.
"I know, baby, I know. It's alright, I'm here," she said, as she was hugging Liddy.
The nurse had just called Liz to say that Jack was brain-dead. At that moment, Liz remembered something Jack said to her a few years back: "You're the only one I know who won't hesitate to pull the plug."
This was real now, and she wasn't laughing.
She arrived at the hospital later that afternoon and signed all the papers. She left Liddy with a nurse and closed the hospital door. Alone with Jack.
"I-I can't believe I'm doing this," she started, saying things as if Jack was still alive, listening to her.
"I never even got to say how I felt. Jack, I love you. I always have. Sure, you may be a jackass sometimes, but you were the only one that would listen. Well, I'll keep my promise this time.
Tears started rolling down her cheeks as the machines grew silent. She hugged him, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. It was almost as if he was the one comforting her in his own death.
"Goodbye, Jack."
She ran out the hospital with Liddy in her arms. She couldn't stand looking at the baby. She looked far too much like Jack. She went home and cried all night, having to hire a babysitter to take care of Liddy. It was as if she killed him on purpose. She didn't eat or talk for days. She never turned the television on. It was as if everything she did revolved around Jack.
A few weeks later, Liz was invited to his funeral.
"Well, I don't know how to say this. Jack was my friend. He still is, even if he's not here with us anymore. He," she stopped. Tears were starting to roll down, and she wiped them by herself. Jack would say to her, "Lemon, stop crying. This is a public event," and wipe her tears away.
"He told me that I was the only one who wouldn't hesitate to pull the plug. It had to happen sometime. But I didn't want him to die. Not like this, anyway. He...he was a perfect guy."
A few days later, she was invited to the hearing of his will. Avery was there also, probably just to hear what she could own. Liz had to adopt Liddy, since she got put in foster care a few weeks earlier, saying that Avery was "not feeding or taking care of the child."
"Thank you for being there for me when I had relationship problems, and I'm sure you thank me for helping you with all these things. I wish we could talk more, but now, there's only one thing to say to you. All these things we do have caused me to love you. So to Elizabeth Lemon, my best friend: my house, my money, and all that I possess belongs to you now."
Slowly, things got better. Every once in a while, Liz would play back the tapes Jack made for his daughter. She would cry sometimes, but she knew things happened for the best. Amazingly, she got promoted and she now had Jack's job. Toofer became head writer, and TGS eventually had to end. Every time she entered her office, she felt happy. It was as if Jack was still with her. She took the picture of Avery and threw it away. Sometimes, during the meetings, Liz always remembered when she proposed the "Button Classic" idea to the guys when Jack was still alive. She didn't get sad, however. It pushed her to do her best.
Things always got better. Whatever happens, she'll never let go of Jack.
"This is going to be our year, Lemon."
END
Disclaimer: Not mine..
Spoilers: "Hiatus"
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Summary: I can't give you the summary. Sorry!
Jack had been in the hospital for weeks now. The reason? Well, one night, Jack arrived late from work and Avery was at home, with an angry look on her face. She started yelling at Jack, and Jack had no choice but to fight back. Their voices kept getting louder and louder, and the baby's cries as well.
"What the hell, you guys?!" Liz shouted, as she closed the door of Liddy's room.
Liz had been the babysitter of Liddy that night, and when she heard all this noise, she couldn't take it anymore.
"Why are you always home late? You're NEVER home, Jack!"
"You know what? You're the one who always has to travel! I'm the one having to pay all these babysitters!"
"Why am I even having this conversation with you?! If you can't handle this--"
"Oh, I, JACK DONAGHY, CAN'T handle this? I'm her parent! The one who's there for her 95% of the time! The closest she can get to a mother is Liz right here, since she's the one taking care of her!"
It was silent. Avery started yelling again, while Jack was trying to catch his breath.
"AVERY, JACK! PLEASE! LET YOUR DAUGHTER GO TO SLEEP!" Liz finally yelled.
"Lemon, take Liddy to your house tonight, please." Jack said, out of breath.
Liz got her stuff and Liddy, and turned to the door.
"JACK! ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?!"
Jack collapsed on the floor. Liz quickly put the crying baby on the couch and went to Jack.
"Jack? Jack?! Damn it, Avery! He's having a heart attack!"
She quickly called for an ambulance.
"Liz, what happened to my son?" Colleen asked.
"I-I-I don't know why this happened. Avery gave him a heart--I mean, a cardiac arrest."
"A heart attack?!"
Liz barely nodded and started crying.
"Liz, it's not your fault," Colleen said, as she was calming her down.
"No, it is. I should've stopped them from fighting quicker. I should've paid attention to Jack."
"Listen, missy. It's not your fault. It's that gold digger's fault. She had to fight with him! See? That's what he gets for marrying a woman like her. It's like Bianca: Part Two."
It's been four weeks, and Jack hasn't woke up. Liz visited him every day like he was a chapel.
"I'm sorry," the nurse said on the other line.
"Thank you."
Liz hung up the phone and started crying.
"I know, baby, I know. It's alright, I'm here," she said, as she was hugging Liddy.
The nurse had just called Liz to say that Jack was brain-dead. At that moment, Liz remembered something Jack said to her a few years back: "You're the only one I know who won't hesitate to pull the plug."
This was real now, and she wasn't laughing.
She arrived at the hospital later that afternoon and signed all the papers. She left Liddy with a nurse and closed the hospital door. Alone with Jack.
"I-I can't believe I'm doing this," she started, saying things as if Jack was still alive, listening to her.
"I never even got to say how I felt. Jack, I love you. I always have. Sure, you may be a jackass sometimes, but you were the only one that would listen. Well, I'll keep my promise this time.
Tears started rolling down her cheeks as the machines grew silent. She hugged him, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. It was almost as if he was the one comforting her in his own death.
"Goodbye, Jack."
She ran out the hospital with Liddy in her arms. She couldn't stand looking at the baby. She looked far too much like Jack. She went home and cried all night, having to hire a babysitter to take care of Liddy. It was as if she killed him on purpose. She didn't eat or talk for days. She never turned the television on. It was as if everything she did revolved around Jack.
A few weeks later, Liz was invited to his funeral.
"Well, I don't know how to say this. Jack was my friend. He still is, even if he's not here with us anymore. He," she stopped. Tears were starting to roll down, and she wiped them by herself. Jack would say to her, "Lemon, stop crying. This is a public event," and wipe her tears away.
"He told me that I was the only one who wouldn't hesitate to pull the plug. It had to happen sometime. But I didn't want him to die. Not like this, anyway. He...he was a perfect guy."
A few days later, she was invited to the hearing of his will. Avery was there also, probably just to hear what she could own. Liz had to adopt Liddy, since she got put in foster care a few weeks earlier, saying that Avery was "not feeding or taking care of the child."
"Thank you for being there for me when I had relationship problems, and I'm sure you thank me for helping you with all these things. I wish we could talk more, but now, there's only one thing to say to you. All these things we do have caused me to love you. So to Elizabeth Lemon, my best friend: my house, my money, and all that I possess belongs to you now."
Slowly, things got better. Every once in a while, Liz would play back the tapes Jack made for his daughter. She would cry sometimes, but she knew things happened for the best. Amazingly, she got promoted and she now had Jack's job. Toofer became head writer, and TGS eventually had to end. Every time she entered her office, she felt happy. It was as if Jack was still with her. She took the picture of Avery and threw it away. Sometimes, during the meetings, Liz always remembered when she proposed the "Button Classic" idea to the guys when Jack was still alive. She didn't get sad, however. It pushed her to do her best.
Things always got better. Whatever happens, she'll never let go of Jack.
"This is going to be our year, Lemon."
END
Friday, March 4, 2011
Is That What The Kids Call It These Days?
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine...
Spoilers: Nope...
Pairing: Jack/Liz...
Summary: "Oh my god, what is that?!"
Oh, the day after Jack's birthday.
The sun blinded her eyes when she woke up and there was a pinching pain on her waist. But wait, why did the bed seem larger even if she couldn't see it? Why did it seem so comfy? Why did she hear light snoring? Why were the sheets dark red and made out of silk and not the regular ones she had?
And why was she NAKED?!
"What the--Jack?!"
"Lemon?! What are you doing in my bed?!"
"How the hell am I supposed to know?! Did we have sex?"
"No, Lemon. We just had an argument which involved taking our clothes off."
"Haha, you think you're so funny, huh?"
"I like to think that."
Liz pulled up the sheets closer to her.
"Where are my clothes?"
"Oh, here."
Jack picked up his dress shirt from the ground and gave it to her. She put it on, trying not to notice that Jack's cologne was on it. It smelt good.
"How far did you think we got?"
"Well, considering the condom in the trash can, I'd have to say pretty far. And Lemon, what is that on your waist? Is that a bandage?"
"Oh, yeah. I need to see if it's a bruise. Give me a second. I'll be in the bathroom and trying to locate my clothes."
Jack nodded.
Liz found her jeans and other clothing and went to the bathroom. She took the bandage off and saw that it was a tattoo. On her waist. Close to her...junk.
And it said one thing. Not a thing, but a name: Jack. She tucked the side of her hair to her ear and noticed one more thing. It was purple...lip-shaped.
"What the hell did you do to--Oh."
Liz saw Jack's back. Now, normally she wouldn't care, but there were...scratch marks on his arms and his back.
"Jack?"
"Yes, Lemon, what is it?"
"You have scratch marks all over your back and arms."
Jack chuckled.
"I never thought you to be the passionate type, Lemon."
"Can you explain this to me?" Liz asked, pointing to the mark that was on her neck.
"I believe that's called a hickey."
"Oh, shut up! I know what it's called! And here, look!" Liz said, while pulling the side of her jeans a little bit so Jack could see Liz's tattoo.
"That's a tattoo...with my name on it and a heart."
"And a heart....wait, what?!"
"Here, look," Jack grabbed a small mirror from his cabinet and gave it to Liz.
"Maybe it's for the Jack of hearts. Maybe we were in Vegas and we travelled from Vegas to New York!"
"Or...we could've went to the nearby casino and went to Atlantic City and back."
"Wait, why are we bringing up Atlantic City and Vegas and--Oh."
Jack pointed to the ring on Liz's left hand.
"W-w-we got married?! Again?! On accident?!"
Jack laughed.
"We're a mess, aren't we, Lemon?"
"Oh my god. I need to get to work. WE need to get to work. But, I haven't had breakfast yet."
Jack put on his clothes and headed for the kitchen. He cooked Liz an omelet which tasted insanely good.
"Hey, are you gonna have the omelet?"
Jack didn't look up from the newspaper.
"Hey, did you hear me? I want to eat yours. Can I have it?"
"Liz, I thought we just had this conversation. You made it clear to both of us that we are not having sex again."
"Um, ew! I was asking if I could have your omelet!"
Jack gave her the omelet and Liz ate. Once they were all cleaned up, Liz put a scarf on her neck to keep the hickey from showing.
The driver dropped them off at Rockefeller Plaza, and Liz and Jack went back to work like usual.
"Hey, Liz!" Jenna said, as she walked in the door.
"What? Oh, hey Jenna."
"Are you tired?"
"I'm always tired."
"Yeah, but you seem a lot more tired than usual."
"I'm just tired, okay?"
Liz lied down on her couch.
"Hey, why are you wearing a scarf? It's April."
"I'm just trying to make...a fashion statement."
Jenna scoffed.
"You? A fashion statement? Please."
Jenna took off her scarf and that's when every secret poured out.
"Oh my god, what is that?! Is that a hickey?!"
Liz just nodded. She put her left hand on her stomach.
"Liz? Is that a wedding ring?!"
Liz nodded again.
Liz's shirt was kind of down, and Jenna saw what she didn't need to see.
"Holy mother of--Is that a tattoo with Jack's name on it and a heart?!"
Liz sat up from her couch, looking frustrated.
"Yes, Jenna! Okay?! Jack and I got married last night, went to a tattoo place, and had sex. But we were drunk, so you can't blame me! It was his birthday, anyway."
Jenna nodded, and made her way to the door. She opened the door to make sure everyone was listening.
"Sure. Gotcha, boss. I mean, Mrs. Donaghy."
Liz gave her an angry look and shut the door.
"Hey, Liz?" Cerie asked, while knocking on the door.
"What?!"
"Your husband wants to see you."
"Alright, tell him I'll be there in half an hour."
"No, he said now."
Liz stormed out of her office and made her way to Jack's office. There, a grinning Jonathan greeted her.
"Hello, Mrs. Donaghy! Mr. Donaghy is there having a talk with Mrs. Donaghy and is there with the former Mrs. Donaghy."
"So...what you're trying to say is that you're saying hi to me, and that Jack is having a talk with Colleen and Avery?"
Jonathan nodded, keeping his smile.
"That's a lot of Donaghys in a sentence."
Liz went inside the office.
"Lizzie! How are you, dear?" Colleen asked, giving her a hug.
"Hi, Colleen. I'm great, how are you?"
"I'm ecstatic. Finding out that you're my new daughter-in-law is the best news in my whole life."
Liz chuckled. But she stopped when she saw Avery talking to Jack.
"But what about Liddy? Huh?! What about her?" Avery asked.
"What about her? Avery, I took a DNA test. She's not mine. We've been divorced for a year now...why are you not over this? Over us?"
"Because you married her, Jack! Again!"
"You know what? I'm gonna file a restraining order on you. 1,000 feet away from me and my wife. Now, make your way to the door please."
"Whatever."
After Colleen and Avery left, Liz sat on the couch to relax.
"So...that's how a Donaghy argument goes, huh?"
Jack nodded.
"Are we gonna get divorced?"
"It's up to you, Lemon."
"I mean, I do want to. But what happens when I date other people and I tell them I married and divorced the same guy twice? They'd think I was just desperate!"
"Shh, Lemon, it's okay."
"You know you're gonna have to stop calling me Lemon."
"So, we're not divorcing?"
"Nope. I'm all yours buddy. And I promise this marriage will be better than our last one."
Jack laughed and there was an awkward silence.
"Soooo...." he said.
"Lock the doors," she commanded him.
Later that day after Jack and Liz "confessed" their feelings for one another (in a very different way), Jenna went back to Liz's office.
"Hey there, Jack's wife!" she said.
"Wha--oh, hey Jenna."
"Hey, what...is that another hickey from Jack?!"
"No, it's just something that caused fooling around to be very passionate and--"
"Is that what the kids call it these days?"
"No! But I gotta tell you something, Jenna."
"Okay...what is it??"
"You're the only person that's going to know about this, okay?"
Jenna nodded.
"So, Jack and I were having sex. Like really hot sex, the kind that horny teenagers have."
"Get to the point, Liz!"
"Anyways, when I was kissing him like really hard, he stopped. His kisses became softer and we went slower. We weren't having sex anymore, Jenna. He was making love to me."
"Oh my god, that's so sweet!"
"But I gotta tell you: BEST SEX OF MY LIFE!" Liz yelled rather loudly, but she soon regretted saying that when Jack opened the door to her office at that moment.
"Oh. Hi, Jack," Liz said, turning red.
"No need to be embarrassed, Elizabeth. I know what you meant."
"Alright. Well, I'll just go and leave you two be," Jenna said, as she ran to exit Liz's office.
"Liz," Jack said, while they were kissing.
"Hmm?"
"I want you to have this," Jack replied, pulling out a ring.
"Oh my--um, thanks Jack," she said with a smile.
"Just to let you know that I'm all yours and vice-versa."
"Well, Mister Donaghy, would you like to go have dinner with me tonight?"
"I would love to," Jack said, before kissing her one last time.
END/TBC?
Disclaimer: Not mine...
Spoilers: Nope...
Pairing: Jack/Liz...
Summary: "Oh my god, what is that?!"
Oh, the day after Jack's birthday.
The sun blinded her eyes when she woke up and there was a pinching pain on her waist. But wait, why did the bed seem larger even if she couldn't see it? Why did it seem so comfy? Why did she hear light snoring? Why were the sheets dark red and made out of silk and not the regular ones she had?
And why was she NAKED?!
"What the--Jack?!"
"Lemon?! What are you doing in my bed?!"
"How the hell am I supposed to know?! Did we have sex?"
"No, Lemon. We just had an argument which involved taking our clothes off."
"Haha, you think you're so funny, huh?"
"I like to think that."
Liz pulled up the sheets closer to her.
"Where are my clothes?"
"Oh, here."
Jack picked up his dress shirt from the ground and gave it to her. She put it on, trying not to notice that Jack's cologne was on it. It smelt good.
"How far did you think we got?"
"Well, considering the condom in the trash can, I'd have to say pretty far. And Lemon, what is that on your waist? Is that a bandage?"
"Oh, yeah. I need to see if it's a bruise. Give me a second. I'll be in the bathroom and trying to locate my clothes."
Jack nodded.
Liz found her jeans and other clothing and went to the bathroom. She took the bandage off and saw that it was a tattoo. On her waist. Close to her...junk.
And it said one thing. Not a thing, but a name: Jack. She tucked the side of her hair to her ear and noticed one more thing. It was purple...lip-shaped.
"What the hell did you do to--Oh."
Liz saw Jack's back. Now, normally she wouldn't care, but there were...scratch marks on his arms and his back.
"Jack?"
"Yes, Lemon, what is it?"
"You have scratch marks all over your back and arms."
Jack chuckled.
"I never thought you to be the passionate type, Lemon."
"Can you explain this to me?" Liz asked, pointing to the mark that was on her neck.
"I believe that's called a hickey."
"Oh, shut up! I know what it's called! And here, look!" Liz said, while pulling the side of her jeans a little bit so Jack could see Liz's tattoo.
"That's a tattoo...with my name on it and a heart."
"And a heart....wait, what?!"
"Here, look," Jack grabbed a small mirror from his cabinet and gave it to Liz.
"Maybe it's for the Jack of hearts. Maybe we were in Vegas and we travelled from Vegas to New York!"
"Or...we could've went to the nearby casino and went to Atlantic City and back."
"Wait, why are we bringing up Atlantic City and Vegas and--Oh."
Jack pointed to the ring on Liz's left hand.
"W-w-we got married?! Again?! On accident?!"
Jack laughed.
"We're a mess, aren't we, Lemon?"
"Oh my god. I need to get to work. WE need to get to work. But, I haven't had breakfast yet."
Jack put on his clothes and headed for the kitchen. He cooked Liz an omelet which tasted insanely good.
"Hey, are you gonna have the omelet?"
Jack didn't look up from the newspaper.
"Hey, did you hear me? I want to eat yours. Can I have it?"
"Liz, I thought we just had this conversation. You made it clear to both of us that we are not having sex again."
"Um, ew! I was asking if I could have your omelet!"
Jack gave her the omelet and Liz ate. Once they were all cleaned up, Liz put a scarf on her neck to keep the hickey from showing.
The driver dropped them off at Rockefeller Plaza, and Liz and Jack went back to work like usual.
"Hey, Liz!" Jenna said, as she walked in the door.
"What? Oh, hey Jenna."
"Are you tired?"
"I'm always tired."
"Yeah, but you seem a lot more tired than usual."
"I'm just tired, okay?"
Liz lied down on her couch.
"Hey, why are you wearing a scarf? It's April."
"I'm just trying to make...a fashion statement."
Jenna scoffed.
"You? A fashion statement? Please."
Jenna took off her scarf and that's when every secret poured out.
"Oh my god, what is that?! Is that a hickey?!"
Liz just nodded. She put her left hand on her stomach.
"Liz? Is that a wedding ring?!"
Liz nodded again.
Liz's shirt was kind of down, and Jenna saw what she didn't need to see.
"Holy mother of--Is that a tattoo with Jack's name on it and a heart?!"
Liz sat up from her couch, looking frustrated.
"Yes, Jenna! Okay?! Jack and I got married last night, went to a tattoo place, and had sex. But we were drunk, so you can't blame me! It was his birthday, anyway."
Jenna nodded, and made her way to the door. She opened the door to make sure everyone was listening.
"Sure. Gotcha, boss. I mean, Mrs. Donaghy."
Liz gave her an angry look and shut the door.
"Hey, Liz?" Cerie asked, while knocking on the door.
"What?!"
"Your husband wants to see you."
"Alright, tell him I'll be there in half an hour."
"No, he said now."
Liz stormed out of her office and made her way to Jack's office. There, a grinning Jonathan greeted her.
"Hello, Mrs. Donaghy! Mr. Donaghy is there having a talk with Mrs. Donaghy and is there with the former Mrs. Donaghy."
"So...what you're trying to say is that you're saying hi to me, and that Jack is having a talk with Colleen and Avery?"
Jonathan nodded, keeping his smile.
"That's a lot of Donaghys in a sentence."
Liz went inside the office.
"Lizzie! How are you, dear?" Colleen asked, giving her a hug.
"Hi, Colleen. I'm great, how are you?"
"I'm ecstatic. Finding out that you're my new daughter-in-law is the best news in my whole life."
Liz chuckled. But she stopped when she saw Avery talking to Jack.
"But what about Liddy? Huh?! What about her?" Avery asked.
"What about her? Avery, I took a DNA test. She's not mine. We've been divorced for a year now...why are you not over this? Over us?"
"Because you married her, Jack! Again!"
"You know what? I'm gonna file a restraining order on you. 1,000 feet away from me and my wife. Now, make your way to the door please."
"Whatever."
After Colleen and Avery left, Liz sat on the couch to relax.
"So...that's how a Donaghy argument goes, huh?"
Jack nodded.
"Are we gonna get divorced?"
"It's up to you, Lemon."
"I mean, I do want to. But what happens when I date other people and I tell them I married and divorced the same guy twice? They'd think I was just desperate!"
"Shh, Lemon, it's okay."
"You know you're gonna have to stop calling me Lemon."
"So, we're not divorcing?"
"Nope. I'm all yours buddy. And I promise this marriage will be better than our last one."
Jack laughed and there was an awkward silence.
"Soooo...." he said.
"Lock the doors," she commanded him.
Later that day after Jack and Liz "confessed" their feelings for one another (in a very different way), Jenna went back to Liz's office.
"Hey there, Jack's wife!" she said.
"Wha--oh, hey Jenna."
"Hey, what...is that another hickey from Jack?!"
"No, it's just something that caused fooling around to be very passionate and--"
"Is that what the kids call it these days?"
"No! But I gotta tell you something, Jenna."
"Okay...what is it??"
"You're the only person that's going to know about this, okay?"
Jenna nodded.
"So, Jack and I were having sex. Like really hot sex, the kind that horny teenagers have."
"Get to the point, Liz!"
"Anyways, when I was kissing him like really hard, he stopped. His kisses became softer and we went slower. We weren't having sex anymore, Jenna. He was making love to me."
"Oh my god, that's so sweet!"
"But I gotta tell you: BEST SEX OF MY LIFE!" Liz yelled rather loudly, but she soon regretted saying that when Jack opened the door to her office at that moment.
"Oh. Hi, Jack," Liz said, turning red.
"No need to be embarrassed, Elizabeth. I know what you meant."
"Alright. Well, I'll just go and leave you two be," Jenna said, as she ran to exit Liz's office.
"Liz," Jack said, while they were kissing.
"Hmm?"
"I want you to have this," Jack replied, pulling out a ring.
"Oh my--um, thanks Jack," she said with a smile.
"Just to let you know that I'm all yours and vice-versa."
"Well, Mister Donaghy, would you like to go have dinner with me tonight?"
"I would love to," Jack said, before kissing her one last time.
END/TBC?
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Just Do It!
Rating: PG-13ish....I guess.
Disclaimer: Not mine...
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Summary: "You said you loved me, right?"
He kissed her. At his own home, where she practically lived now. He had promised himself not to do this, since the marriage was going to be over soon. And she promised not to get so overwhelmed as soon as she moaned into his mouth. He pulled away.
"I am so sorry. I'm sorry," he said.
"What do you have to be sorry for?"
"Well, you're obviously mad and--"
Liz pulled away the covers from her bed and Jack saw that she was wearing a nightie.
"There's no way in hell that you bought that, Lemon."
"Well, yeah. I can say that. But wait, you said that you loved me, right?"
The moments of that memory flashed in his eyes. It was that one day when he was talking to Avery.
"And who is she now? Is she your girlfriend?" she asked.
"No. She's my wife."
"Oh, great! Another Mrs. Donaghy. Hasn't she had the feel of being a Donaghy once already?"
"Yes, but that was a mistake."
"Still is now," Liz thought.
"So?! What do you see in her, Jack?!"
"She's...challenging. I like how we brush our teeth in the morning. It's what we do everyday, but there's always something special to it. I like how she doesn't say I'm stupid when I watch those shows on Animal Planet. She laughs with me. And I know I couldn't live without her by my side. So, of course, we were best friends. But, I wanted to take it to the next level. So, I married her."
"And...?"
"And what?"
Avery scoffed.
"Oh, please. Like you love her."
Jack saw Liz peeking at the door.
"I do. With all of my heart," he said, locking eyes with Liz.
"You said you loved me, right?" Liz repeated.
"Well, yes. I do. But you said we could have an annulment since this marriage was after all, a fake."
"Okay, show me that you love me."
"What?" He looked dumbfounded.
"Show me that you love me," Liz said, stepping closer to him.
"No," he said, before pausing, "I can't have sex with you here. I hate this bed."
"You don't think I do too?"
"Oh, Lemon. You'll always be like this."
"Alright, alright. Now shut up and kiss me."
She woke up in Jack's bed, with Jack spooning her. She chuckled remembering the event that happened earlier. But wait, Jack loved her. Does she...love him? After all, his only reason to marry her was because he felt the need to since all the other executives were married. She got off the bed gently, and put one of his dress shirts on. She went to the kitchen to get herself some chocolate and vanilla ice cream.
"Lemon, is that you?" Jack asked, when he was making his way to the kitchen.
"Yeah, it's me. Want some ice cream?"
"No, I don't want chocolate...or vanilla. I want strawberry."
"Strawberry? I didn't take you for a strawberry kind of guy, Jack."
"I'm not. I just chose strawberry, so I could do this."
Jack took one spoonful of the ice cream and kissed Liz.
"Mmm. Tastes kind of like Neapolitan."
"Lemon, have you ever done it on a kitchen counter?"
"Can't say I have, no."
Shit, was she flirting with him?
"Just seeing you in one of my dress shirts...you look..."
"Sexy?" Liz bit her lip, "I know."
"Hey guys!" Liz said as she walked in the writers room, smiling, with a box of donuts.
"Hey, Liz...what's up?"
"I bought you guys donuts!"
"Did you...poison this?"
"Noo!!! Can't someone just be happy?"
Liz walked off, with that smile still on her face.
Jenna walked in the writers room shortly after.
"Hey, where's Liz?"
"Office. She looks so happy for some reason."
"Happy? Oh my gosh. LIZ!"
"Hey, Jenna!" Liz said, as Jenna walked in her office.
"You did it with Jack!"
Liz blushed.
"Oh my gosh, Liz! How many times last night?"
"It wasn't just last night, Jenna! It was two nights ago."
"Tell me! Tell me all about it!"
"Okay, so Jack and I were at this ball for something and it was a hotel...and well, I was pretty drunk and I told him to get us a room and we did. The next night, five times. On his bed, the kitchen counter, the kitchen floor, the table, and the couch. This morning....the bed, the elevator...and his desk."
"Nine times in 3 days?! Damn, can I borrow him?!"
Liz just laughed.
TBC
Disclaimer: Not mine...
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Summary: "You said you loved me, right?"
He kissed her. At his own home, where she practically lived now. He had promised himself not to do this, since the marriage was going to be over soon. And she promised not to get so overwhelmed as soon as she moaned into his mouth. He pulled away.
"I am so sorry. I'm sorry," he said.
"What do you have to be sorry for?"
"Well, you're obviously mad and--"
Liz pulled away the covers from her bed and Jack saw that she was wearing a nightie.
"There's no way in hell that you bought that, Lemon."
"Well, yeah. I can say that. But wait, you said that you loved me, right?"
The moments of that memory flashed in his eyes. It was that one day when he was talking to Avery.
"And who is she now? Is she your girlfriend?" she asked.
"No. She's my wife."
"Oh, great! Another Mrs. Donaghy. Hasn't she had the feel of being a Donaghy once already?"
"Yes, but that was a mistake."
"Still is now," Liz thought.
"So?! What do you see in her, Jack?!"
"She's...challenging. I like how we brush our teeth in the morning. It's what we do everyday, but there's always something special to it. I like how she doesn't say I'm stupid when I watch those shows on Animal Planet. She laughs with me. And I know I couldn't live without her by my side. So, of course, we were best friends. But, I wanted to take it to the next level. So, I married her."
"And...?"
"And what?"
Avery scoffed.
"Oh, please. Like you love her."
Jack saw Liz peeking at the door.
"I do. With all of my heart," he said, locking eyes with Liz.
"You said you loved me, right?" Liz repeated.
"Well, yes. I do. But you said we could have an annulment since this marriage was after all, a fake."
"Okay, show me that you love me."
"What?" He looked dumbfounded.
"Show me that you love me," Liz said, stepping closer to him.
"No," he said, before pausing, "I can't have sex with you here. I hate this bed."
"You don't think I do too?"
"Oh, Lemon. You'll always be like this."
"Alright, alright. Now shut up and kiss me."
She woke up in Jack's bed, with Jack spooning her. She chuckled remembering the event that happened earlier. But wait, Jack loved her. Does she...love him? After all, his only reason to marry her was because he felt the need to since all the other executives were married. She got off the bed gently, and put one of his dress shirts on. She went to the kitchen to get herself some chocolate and vanilla ice cream.
"Lemon, is that you?" Jack asked, when he was making his way to the kitchen.
"Yeah, it's me. Want some ice cream?"
"No, I don't want chocolate...or vanilla. I want strawberry."
"Strawberry? I didn't take you for a strawberry kind of guy, Jack."
"I'm not. I just chose strawberry, so I could do this."
Jack took one spoonful of the ice cream and kissed Liz.
"Mmm. Tastes kind of like Neapolitan."
"Lemon, have you ever done it on a kitchen counter?"
"Can't say I have, no."
Shit, was she flirting with him?
"Just seeing you in one of my dress shirts...you look..."
"Sexy?" Liz bit her lip, "I know."
"Hey guys!" Liz said as she walked in the writers room, smiling, with a box of donuts.
"Hey, Liz...what's up?"
"I bought you guys donuts!"
"Did you...poison this?"
"Noo!!! Can't someone just be happy?"
Liz walked off, with that smile still on her face.
Jenna walked in the writers room shortly after.
"Hey, where's Liz?"
"Office. She looks so happy for some reason."
"Happy? Oh my gosh. LIZ!"
"Hey, Jenna!" Liz said, as Jenna walked in her office.
"You did it with Jack!"
Liz blushed.
"Oh my gosh, Liz! How many times last night?"
"It wasn't just last night, Jenna! It was two nights ago."
"Tell me! Tell me all about it!"
"Okay, so Jack and I were at this ball for something and it was a hotel...and well, I was pretty drunk and I told him to get us a room and we did. The next night, five times. On his bed, the kitchen counter, the kitchen floor, the table, and the couch. This morning....the bed, the elevator...and his desk."
"Nine times in 3 days?! Damn, can I borrow him?!"
Liz just laughed.
TBC
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Come On, Donaghy!
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: not mine
Spoilers: none
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Summary: Jack had never been more nervous in his life.
He couldn't believe it. Him, Jack Donaghy, was nervous. I mean, just the thought of it is impossible. But, this was not the first time he asked a woman out to dinner. It was different this time though. The woman he was about to ask out was not like the many he dated. She wasn't a supermodel. She was a writer.
Yup, he was gonna ask Elizabeth Lemon out.
The writers' were out for lunch, which was rare since they always ate at the table. Cerie and Liz were the only ones left in the room.
"Cerie, is um, Liz here?"
"Oh yeah, she's in her office."
"Do I...look okay?"
Cerie gave him a confused look.
"Oh, I see where this is going. Um, it's Valentine's Day, right?" Cerie asked Jack.
He nodded.
"Here. Frank and Lutz each gave me a rose, but you can have one."
"Thank you, Cerie."
"Sure, no problem."
Jack walked to Liz's door.
"Oh, um--" Cerie started to say.
Jack turned back.
"Yes?" he replied.
"Good luck."
Jack opened the door to Liz's office where he saw Liz on her laptop.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Lemon," Jack said as he placed the rose on her table.
"Aw, thanks Jack! You're the first person to say that to me. To tell you the truth, if I hadn't met you, who would give me a flower for Valentine's Day?"
His heart was racing fast. Goddamn it, Jack! You give her your A-Game!
"Aw, come here," Liz said, standing up to give him a hug.
Okay, he was prepared. Ready.
"Liz, can I...can I ask you something?"
"Shoot."
He took a deep breath.
"You know what? It's not that important."
"Um, okay."
Jack slammed the door shut and began cursing, not even caring if Cerie was there.
He went to the nearest mirror.
"You're gonna ask her out. Oh, yeah. You're gonna take what's yours, you magnificent son of a bitch!"
Apparently, Liz was doing the same thing.
"Okay. Elizabeth Lemon, you've got this. You're a single woman who might get asked out today. And when he asks you, you take what's yours. Now act calm, you little bitch!"
Jack ran back to her office.
"Oh, hey, Jack. I wasn't...giving myself pep talk."
Without thinking, Jack kissed her.
"Do you want to go out with me?" he asked.
"Hmm?"
"Like, you know, dinner. A date. A dinner date."
"Oh, Jack. Of course! And the last time I checked, we are married. So don't call me 'Lemon' anymore."
"Alright. Mrs. Donaghy, I will call you and give you the details."
"When can I expect you to call?"
"Oh, maybe after the writers get back."
"Okay, I'll be waiting," Liz said with a smile.
Jack kissed her one more time when the writers came back from lunch.
"Bye," they both said.
"Oh shit, they're doing it!" some writer said.
"Oh, shut up. We're married. Married couples can do that."
She shut the door to her office while the writers were laughing and "awwing" at the news.
He needs to buy her a ring.
END
Disclaimer: not mine
Spoilers: none
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Summary: Jack had never been more nervous in his life.
He couldn't believe it. Him, Jack Donaghy, was nervous. I mean, just the thought of it is impossible. But, this was not the first time he asked a woman out to dinner. It was different this time though. The woman he was about to ask out was not like the many he dated. She wasn't a supermodel. She was a writer.
Yup, he was gonna ask Elizabeth Lemon out.
The writers' were out for lunch, which was rare since they always ate at the table. Cerie and Liz were the only ones left in the room.
"Cerie, is um, Liz here?"
"Oh yeah, she's in her office."
"Do I...look okay?"
Cerie gave him a confused look.
"Oh, I see where this is going. Um, it's Valentine's Day, right?" Cerie asked Jack.
He nodded.
"Here. Frank and Lutz each gave me a rose, but you can have one."
"Thank you, Cerie."
"Sure, no problem."
Jack walked to Liz's door.
"Oh, um--" Cerie started to say.
Jack turned back.
"Yes?" he replied.
"Good luck."
Jack opened the door to Liz's office where he saw Liz on her laptop.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Lemon," Jack said as he placed the rose on her table.
"Aw, thanks Jack! You're the first person to say that to me. To tell you the truth, if I hadn't met you, who would give me a flower for Valentine's Day?"
His heart was racing fast. Goddamn it, Jack! You give her your A-Game!
"Aw, come here," Liz said, standing up to give him a hug.
Okay, he was prepared. Ready.
"Liz, can I...can I ask you something?"
"Shoot."
He took a deep breath.
"You know what? It's not that important."
"Um, okay."
Jack slammed the door shut and began cursing, not even caring if Cerie was there.
He went to the nearest mirror.
"You're gonna ask her out. Oh, yeah. You're gonna take what's yours, you magnificent son of a bitch!"
Apparently, Liz was doing the same thing.
"Okay. Elizabeth Lemon, you've got this. You're a single woman who might get asked out today. And when he asks you, you take what's yours. Now act calm, you little bitch!"
Jack ran back to her office.
"Oh, hey, Jack. I wasn't...giving myself pep talk."
Without thinking, Jack kissed her.
"Do you want to go out with me?" he asked.
"Hmm?"
"Like, you know, dinner. A date. A dinner date."
"Oh, Jack. Of course! And the last time I checked, we are married. So don't call me 'Lemon' anymore."
"Alright. Mrs. Donaghy, I will call you and give you the details."
"When can I expect you to call?"
"Oh, maybe after the writers get back."
"Okay, I'll be waiting," Liz said with a smile.
Jack kissed her one more time when the writers came back from lunch.
"Bye," they both said.
"Oh shit, they're doing it!" some writer said.
"Oh, shut up. We're married. Married couples can do that."
She shut the door to her office while the writers were laughing and "awwing" at the news.
He needs to buy her a ring.
END
Just Hide Me...Somewhere
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine...
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Summary: Tracy and Jenna hide in Jack's office to see what was making Liz so happy.
"JMar!" Tracy called out, seeing Jenna.
"Oh, hi Tracy. What do you need?"
"Have you been noticing Liz Lemon acting so happy lately?"
"I guess. Maybe she's just happy the season's almost ending."
"I don't think that's what it is. You wanna hide in Jackie D's office to see what makes her so happy?"
"Why don't I just ask her?"
"No, that's K Swiss' job!"
"Whatever, Tray."
They snuck in Jack's office when Jonathan was ordering lunch for Jack. Jack had been in a meeting at the moment, so it was easy for them to sneak in.
"You got the video camera?" Tracy asked Jenna.
Jenna nodded.
About ten minutes later, Jack returned to his office with Liz.
"Hey, have you seen Tracy and Jenna?" Liz asked Jack.
"I'm afraid I can't help you with that, Liz."
"He called her Liz!" Jenna whispered to Tracy.
"Shut up or we won't hear them!" Tracy replied.
"Liz," Jack started, as he was walking towered Liz, "you need to relax."
"But, Jack. I'm so stressed and we have rehearsal today."
"I know something that'll make all your stress go away."
"Like what?" Liz asked, in a rather whiny voice.
Jack kissed her.
"Does that...solve anything?"
Liz blushed.
"Maybe," she replied.
"Maybe you need to do it one more time. Or more. Your choice."
"Oh, we're way past kissing now, Lemon."
"Oh, shit! They're gonna do it!" Tracy said.
"Wait 'til the writers see this!"
"...and that's how Liz is always so happy. Replay?" Jenna said, after showing them the footage.
"Oh. My. Gosh. Jack and Liz? Really?"
The writers burst out in laughter.
"Hey! Cut it out! They look cute together," Lutz said.
Just then, Jack and Liz entered the writers' room, so Jenna had to stop the tape. She whisked everyone in the room.
"Oh hey guys. What are you watching?" Liz asked.
"Oh, um...The Grammy's!" some new writer perked up.
"That's great! Hey, me and Jack will be just a second, okay? We just have to talk about stuff."
The writers' nodded.
"Wait!" Jenna called out.
Liz stopped from opening the door.
Jenna went up to Jack and picked up what was sticking out of his pocket.
It was a bra. And not just any bra. Liz'a bra.
"And who might this belong to?" Jenna asked.
Jack sighed in defeat.
"Well, I guess you've found out. Yes, Jack and I are doing it."
"Not only that, Liz. But we are seeing each other."
The writers were silent.
"Aren't you gonna groan in disgust or something?" Liz asked.
"No, we're totally cool with it," Frank said.
"Really?" Liz asked.
The writers' nodded.
"Great! I'll see you later, guys!"
When Liz went inside her office, the writers called out to Jack.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Jackie D! Make us proud!"
Jack just rolled his eyes and said "Oh brother."
END
Disclaimer: Not mine...
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Summary: Tracy and Jenna hide in Jack's office to see what was making Liz so happy.
"JMar!" Tracy called out, seeing Jenna.
"Oh, hi Tracy. What do you need?"
"Have you been noticing Liz Lemon acting so happy lately?"
"I guess. Maybe she's just happy the season's almost ending."
"I don't think that's what it is. You wanna hide in Jackie D's office to see what makes her so happy?"
"Why don't I just ask her?"
"No, that's K Swiss' job!"
"Whatever, Tray."
They snuck in Jack's office when Jonathan was ordering lunch for Jack. Jack had been in a meeting at the moment, so it was easy for them to sneak in.
"You got the video camera?" Tracy asked Jenna.
Jenna nodded.
About ten minutes later, Jack returned to his office with Liz.
"Hey, have you seen Tracy and Jenna?" Liz asked Jack.
"I'm afraid I can't help you with that, Liz."
"He called her Liz!" Jenna whispered to Tracy.
"Shut up or we won't hear them!" Tracy replied.
"Liz," Jack started, as he was walking towered Liz, "you need to relax."
"But, Jack. I'm so stressed and we have rehearsal today."
"I know something that'll make all your stress go away."
"Like what?" Liz asked, in a rather whiny voice.
Jack kissed her.
"Does that...solve anything?"
Liz blushed.
"Maybe," she replied.
"Maybe you need to do it one more time. Or more. Your choice."
"Oh, we're way past kissing now, Lemon."
"Oh, shit! They're gonna do it!" Tracy said.
"Wait 'til the writers see this!"
"...and that's how Liz is always so happy. Replay?" Jenna said, after showing them the footage.
"Oh. My. Gosh. Jack and Liz? Really?"
The writers burst out in laughter.
"Hey! Cut it out! They look cute together," Lutz said.
Just then, Jack and Liz entered the writers' room, so Jenna had to stop the tape. She whisked everyone in the room.
"Oh hey guys. What are you watching?" Liz asked.
"Oh, um...The Grammy's!" some new writer perked up.
"That's great! Hey, me and Jack will be just a second, okay? We just have to talk about stuff."
The writers' nodded.
"Wait!" Jenna called out.
Liz stopped from opening the door.
Jenna went up to Jack and picked up what was sticking out of his pocket.
It was a bra. And not just any bra. Liz'a bra.
"And who might this belong to?" Jenna asked.
Jack sighed in defeat.
"Well, I guess you've found out. Yes, Jack and I are doing it."
"Not only that, Liz. But we are seeing each other."
The writers were silent.
"Aren't you gonna groan in disgust or something?" Liz asked.
"No, we're totally cool with it," Frank said.
"Really?" Liz asked.
The writers' nodded.
"Great! I'll see you later, guys!"
When Liz went inside her office, the writers called out to Jack.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Jackie D! Make us proud!"
Jack just rolled his eyes and said "Oh brother."
END
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