A/N; Well, that's officially ALL my ships that they've ruined this season. Except Scourtney but that accidental kiss was LAME. But I wanted to do this other little drabble thing for Banette when I was speculating on the future for our OTP Joning. It'd be cute if Jo was waiting for Lightning when he was playing pro games and stuff. So yes, I wrote this. It's short.

Summary: Jo calls Lightning post one of his pro-games to rub in his televised fumble. Future fic for Banette.

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Future Phone Calls

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"Sha-Lightning," Lightning picked up the phone in his signature way despite feeling more sombre than usual. He should be gloating but just hours earlier he dropped the ball... quite literally and on national television.

"Hey sha-Jazz-Hands, caught your game today."

"Oh hey Jo," Lightning replied with a heavy sigh. "Sha-Lightning doesn't know what happened. It all happened so fast."

Jo broke out laughing but had to settle herself, she had watched it several times in slow motion and it was just as funny each time. "Buck up Protein Puff, it wasn't that bad."

"I sha-lost the game."

"Your team lost the game and believe me, they'd be nothing without you."

"You sha-think?"

"Nope, I'm just saying it," Jo replied sarcastically. "What do you think genius?"

"Thanks Jo."

"Hey if you look stupid, I look stupid. And I can't have that happening."

"I didn't look sha-stupid."

"No one is saying you did. It was just a fumble but you still outshined those losers in the back. Not enough to get awarded or anything but enough that they won't can your ass next game."

"That's because sha-Lightning is the man!"

"Sha-Lightning is a man." Jo corrected. "Anyway, when are you getting back here?"

"You just can't sha-do without me. You're lonely, just admit it."

"Nope. I just want to know how much time I have before I should be putting your stuff out on the sidewalk."

"Haha." Lightning knew what she was like by now. "You just can't sha-mit it. You sha-miss me."

"I don't- ug- I just need a date Lightning."

"I've got three more games, then sha-Lightning will be back when he's MVP."

"You'd better because your trophy case is taking up precious space in this apartment and if you aren't back soon all those trophies are gonna go sha-bam on the pavement below."

"You wouldn't!"

"Probably not, but I wouldn't test it if I were you."

"Lightning sha-won't. Now I've got a post game party to get to. See ya, sha-babe."

"What did I tell you about calling me sha-babe?"

"Don't remember. Gotta go."

"Not to call me- wait. Are you there? Lightning? Lightning? Ugh, fine. The things I put up with from you." Jo hung up the phone, tossed it aside and went to his trophy wall. She wouldn't do anything to it, really, but she liked to keep him on his toes. And he was right, she did miss him, even though he drove her crazy at times... and it wasn't the worst thing in the world dating a pro-footballer either.

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Ah, we'll always have Joning...

(they'd better be sitting together come finale).