Okay, I needed a slight distraction. If this is up, it means chapter 8 (technically chapter 10) of An Interesting Week is already up, so I'm on top of that. This is just a second priority story which I am starting before the situation changes and I lose the opportunity. In the name of hopes of a 30 Rock category, I write this fic…

The remote control had somehow wedged itself in between the cushions of Liz Lemon's brand-new, nine-year-old couch. She reached a hand down to grab it, and came up with what she guessed were bread crumbs stuck to her hand. They weren't hers; she was on a new diet that she was following strictly, except for the cinnamon roll she had snuck in for breakfast. And the potato chips she had gotten to go with her sandwich at lunch. But she hadn't eaten anything with bread crumbs, unless you counted the coffee cake…

Of course, it was Pete's. He was still living there, even though he and his wife were dating again. Liz shuddered, remembering the ugly scene she had walked into in her bedroom, and reached her hand back into the couch, this time coming up with the remote.

She turned back to the T.V. By the red numbers flashing on the cable box, she could tell that it was midnight. Or was it? She didn't remember if she figured out how to fix the clock the last time she had to reset the television. Oh well. She leaned into the back of the old, familiar couch and flipped the channel. On came a rerun of TGS. Liz grabbed the wine glass on her coffee table and took a sip.

Halfway through Jenna's version of "All-American Girl," (which Liz had narrowly avoided a lawsuit for,) the doorbell rang. Startled, Liz fell off the couch, stood up, shook the bread crumbs out of her hair (Pete would get an earful about this when he came back) and opened the door.

"Jack?" she asked as her old boss walked it. "What brings you here?"

"Well, your phone was off, and I had something I needed to tell you, so I thought it would be easiest if I-"

"Showed up uninvited?" Liz interrupted.

"Exactly," Jack said. He sat himself down on her couch, then stood up and stared down at it. "Lemon, are these bread crumbs?"

"They're not mine, I swear," she blurted out. Jack turned to her.

"You're still living with Pete?" he asked.

"Well, not really 'living' so much as…" Liz sighed. "Yeah. He hasn't moved back in with his wife yet and he's really good at fixing things…" In the kitchen, a light blew out rather loudly. "Well, he was going to fix that."

"Like he fixed your T.V," said Jack, motioning to the cable box, which was still flashing 12:00.

"I don't know how to work it, okay?" yelled Liz. She flopped down on the couch. Jack followed, dusting his seat of bread crumbs before he sat. "I tried to set the recording thingy and it froze up and I didn't know what to do so I just shut it off and this was a month ago and that thing's almost impossible to…"

Jack stood up and started messing with the cable box. Liz sighed. "At least some things are working out."

"Like what?" asked Jack. "Surely not your personal life. It's only seven thirty and you're in those cheap sweatpants that I sincerely hope for your own good you never let anyone see you in." He finished with the able box and sat back down.

"Is that what time it is?" asked Liz. "I thought it was later. Man, days are getting shorter, huh?"

"Save your stalling, Lemon," said Jack. "Get to your story so that I can pretend to listen and then tell you my far more important one."

"Wow, so considerate," said Liz.

"Don't push it," said Jack. "Be glad I'm even pretending to care."

"Alright," said Liz. She paused, then smiled. "The adoption agency reviewed my application, and their giving me an interview in two days to see if I'm, you know…"

"Not crazy?"

"Yeah," said Liz. "And you know what? I think I'm going to ace it." Triumphantly, Liz took a gulp of her wine. Jack coughed, and Liz looked up.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, "I should probably get you one too." She got up and headed towards the kitchen, taking with her a flashlight that she almost tripped over.

"Now, Lemon, you know I'm not allowed to have alcohol," said Jack. Liz stopped.

"Why'd you stop?" asked Jack. " I said I wasn't supposed to have it, not that I didn't want any."

"Oh, okay," said Liz, deciding to ignore the anomaly altogether and grabbing a glass. She walked back to the living room, clicked off the flashlight, and set the glass down on the table. Jack grabbed the bottle of wine before she could, pouring himself a glass.

"Anyway, tonight's a night for celebration," Jack said, chuckling to himself.

"How come?" asked Liz.

Jack chuckled again. "The board has decided that Don Geiss's daughter isn't exactly the best person for the job, so they're interviewing me for the position next week."

"Jack, that's great!" Liz said, punching him lightly on the arm. Jack stared at her, and she shrunk down.

"You bet your JC Penny curtains it is, Lemon," he said. He took another sip of wine. "When I'm in control that scumbag who took my job will cringe whenever he hears the word 'GE'." He took a victory sip as Liz had done, finishing most of the remainder of his glass. He reached over and refilled it. Liz did he same for hers.

The night went on, and neither one really wanted to leave or to be left alone. Jack had been fired from Homeland Security for some time, and he was now jobless until he got the position that was rightfully his. A few months ago, in the span of two weeks, Liz had found and lost her perfect ex-boyfriend, worried about being pregnant with her not-so-perfect ex-boyfriend's child, and gotten excited about the pregnancy only to realize that it wasn't real. She had never really gotten over an of this, so she had spent most of the last three months alone, working or watching reruns. Summers with no boyfriend and no TV sucked.

By the time it was nine thirty, they had, between them, finished off several bottles of wine. Maybe it was the loneliness, maybe it was the fact that she hadn't bothered to count how many glasses she had, but Liz started to notice how sweet jack was, coming over when she was feeling alone. And maybe it was the loneliness, maybe it was the fact that he hadn't drank in more than a year and he purposely drank to make up for it, but Jack was starting to notice that in just the right light, Liz looked sort of like some famous politician woman that he couldn't exactly put his finger on.

But whether it was the loneliness or the three bottles they had finished off between the two of them, one thing led to another.

Jack groggily awoke to an unfamiliar sound; yelling. Or rather, talking, but his hangover amplified the sound to a level high enough to make his head throb. This had never happened before; his soundproof walls and full-floor apartment had ensured this. He opened his eyes, and it took a moment for him to adjust to the bright light pouring in through the window. However, once he had regained his sight, he was overtaken by panic.

24 inch TV…stained carpets…are those bread crumbs on the couch? This isn't my apartment," he thought. He turned around, slowly, to meet the sleepy, just-opened eyes of an all too familiar frizzy haired brunet. He tried to tell himself that it couldn't be her, but when she finally found and put on her glasses, they both screamed.

My worst 30 Rock nightmare (and apparently theirs) come true! You know what you have to do to see how this one turns out…review!