A
Series of Insignificant Events
Rating:
PG-13.
Pairing:
Harriet/Jordan.
Fandom:
Studio 60.
Summary:
A series of insignificant events, and what they lead up to.Disclaimer/Author's
Note: Characters aren't mine. Most of the dialogue is from the
episode, so I guess spoilers for 3x06: The Wrap Party.
Jordan would never have guessed what was in store for her that evening.
All she had wanted was a signed baseball for her nephew.
Well, that, as well as avoid Jack.
Anyway, she'd gone through all the trouble – with her new friends – to find a baseball.
Of course they didn't come up with one.
But they did manage to find an orange (that was cleverly disguised as a baseball) and a baseball (that could explode, so it really wasn't a baseball).
She was in luck tonight, though, because Darren Wells carried baseballs around with him.
"That is… efficient," Jordan remarked, impressed.
He signed his number on the baseball.
He asked her about clubs.
She wasn't paying attention at first.
She was thinking of how delighted her nephew would be when she gave him the signed baseball.
It took her a little while, and then she got it.
He signed his number on the baseball, and handed it to Jordan.
Jordan was disgusted.
This was the man Harriet was dating?
She could do so much better than Darren Wells.
He signed his number on the baseball, handed it to Jordan, and…
"Are you going?"
Jordan jumped at the sudden intrusion, flustering, "Oh, you scared me."
"Sorry," came Harriet's reply.
Jordan tried to leave.
She really did.
But before she could-
"He wrote his phone number, didn't he?"
And it all went downhill from there.
This was the discussion she didn't want to get into.
Because she would be the holder of the "had a friend for the shortest period of time" record.
But then Harriet asked-
"How did two people beat you out for 'life of the party'?"
"I know! It's unfathomable- fathomable. It's a hard word to say. Fathoma- fathom-"
"All right. Settle down."
"Okay."
And so they did.
Settle down.
Onto the couch.
Which led, after a short car ride, to Jordan's apartment.
And it went uphill from there.
He signed his number on the baseball, handed it to Jordan, and now Jordan and Harriet were in bed.
Way uphill.