You Know, Support Groups Boy

by Lamia of the Dark

Jack calls Marla after his apartment explodes, and actually talks to her. Thing is, he never told her his name so he is forced to identify himself as Support Groups Boy. Jack and Marla living together! Jack x Marla. Now complete.

1. Phone Calls When Jack Has Balls

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Fight Club, and would not want to belong to one if one existed.

-- You Know, Support Groups Boy --

"Hello?" she answered the phone. There was no answer. "I know you're there, I can hear you breathing, pervert."

"Hi, Marla," came the hesitant voice at the other side of the line. "It's Jack..."

"Jack?" she repeated blankly. Who the fuck was Jack?

"You know, support groups boy," he elaborated, since she didn't seem to remember who he was.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," she breathed. "So, your real name's Jack?"

He smacked himself in the forhead. He'd forgotten that he'd never told her his real name.

"Yeah, listen, I know this is going to sound strange but my apartment just burned down and I don't have anyplace to stay..." His voice trailed off. This was a bad idea, he should have known better than to actually call her.

"Sure, come on over, I'll give you the address," she said, stopping his self-destructive thought process in its tracks.

Maybe it hadn't been such a bad idea after all. In fact, maybe his apartment getting blown up wasn't completely terrible after all...