A/N: Here I go again, making a movie into a Jori fanfiction. I don't know if this has been done, but I've been wanting to do this. I can't wait. Really.
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Mrs. & Mrs. Vega
Chapter One
"Lost In The Light"
"When we met I loved everything about her. I'd say 90% of the things I used to love now make me want to puke," A raven-haired woman says with her legs crossed, sat in a leather Simon Barrel chair. Beside her is an identical one, but a Latina takes her space there. They're in her early thirties and they're both staring at the person in front of them, but the paler one just glares at the so-called expert.
"Honey!" The sun-kissed woman exclaims in surprise at what her companion said. She was the one apprehensive about seeing a marriage counselor in the first place, but she's opened up so easily. "Well... She's let herself go," She quips, though it isn't true at all. But that's what they do. They bicker and banter, but their relationship has grown a little stale.
Dr. Wexler just watches with amusement, trying to analyze their exchange and behavior.
"She used to be so cute, but one day she walks in and looks like a toad. Don't you think she looks like a toad?" Jade smirks at the counselor as Victoria gasps at that.
He tilts his head and looks at the older woman. "She does." Then the Latina sucks in a sharper breath in offense as he agrees.
"Careful, honey, you'll lose a lung," Her wife smirks further as she throws her an expectant look. "Just imagine wakin' up next to that for a few years."
Victoria crosses her arms and glares at the two of them. It's like they're all against her or something! "Well, marriage is about trust. Period. You can have attraction and shared interests, but if you don't have trust, it's like you've got an anchor, an eighty foot sail and no boat."
"And you sink like a stone," Jade rebuttals in her bored tone. "Look, I just want to say we don't really need to be here. Our marriage is fine."
"It's a funny story, actually, how we ended up here." Tori nods, agreeing with her wife politely. They're both rigid in front of the marriage counselor and they're careful with their words. They don't want him saying something about their relationship that they've been thinking themselves for a few years, now.
"We were at a charity event, a charity auction slash barbecue..."
"...Our friends, the Carlson's. They live across the street." Tori finishes. They tend to finish each others sentences, but it's not like they know each other so well. They've just been around each other so much. There aren't any surprises or excitement in their relationship. They're just... Going through the motions. The boring, routine motions.
It's to the point where we they stay out of the other's way to live harmoniously in their big, boring suburban home.
"Anyway, the grand lot was..." Jade starts again.
"...A mystery lot," They finish one another, chuckling at the memory.
"I'd sunk a few, wasn't driving so I start bidding..."
"Jade gets a tiny bit competitive."
"Anyway, the upshot is we end up blowing four hundred bucks on the mystery lot."
"Four sessions with Dr. Wexler!" They both say.
"The Carlsons have a great sense of humor." Tori laughs as they both sit there in their own respective seats.
"But you didn't have to come," Dr. Wexler states, finally speaking after writing a few notes down in his journal. They're kind of worried. What is he saying about them? They don't see anything wrong with their marriage. Kind of.
"Right," Jade grumbles, rolling her green-blue eyes.
"Oh, absolutely. But we have a theory..."
"We do?"
"The Oil-Check," Tori nods, looking at Jade.
"Right. The Oil Check. See, we've been married for five years—"
"Six," Tori corrects, trying to hide her annoyance from the professional as she smiles tensely.
"Five... Six years, whatever. So, this is like a check up for us. Pop the hood, nose around, change the oil and maybe replace a seal or two."
Tori mumbles incoherently. Like yeah, sure, our relationship is as easy as fixing a car.
Dr. Wexler looks at them, eying them individually. "On a scale of one to ten, how happy are you as a couple?"
"Eight," Jade answers without hesitation.
"Wait... So like ten is being perfectly happy and one is being... Totally, utterly miserable?" Tori asks nervously. She doesn't want to mess this up. She doesn't want Dr. Whats-His-Face to say their marriage is doomed! So picking a number is crucial.
He sighs. "Just respond instinctively."
"Oh... Okay... Ready?" Tori asks as they wait and answer at the same time.
"Eight." "Eight."
"On a scale of one to ten how happy would you say your partner is?" He asks.
"Eight," Tori says, the first, this time.
"Wait. Are we allowed fractions?" Jade asks, making the professor sigh. Jeez, this guy is a wazzbag.
"It's what's instinctive."
"Whatever. I'm ready. You all set, Vega?" Jade deadpans as her companion nods. Then together:
"Eight." "Eight."
The two smirk and high-five each other. Screw this marriage counseling. They're good at knowing each other. Why did they even come to therapy? Honestly.
"Okay, how often do you have sex?" Dr. Wexler asks. His voice is drawl and he has very little patience with them.
Then they freeze, turning away from each other to look at the counselor like they didn't hear correct at what he just asked them.
"I don't understand the question," Tori says, shaking her head before she lets out a nervous chuckle. "I mean... What?"
"Wait. Okay, I'm lost. Is this a one to ten thing?" Jade's asking, turning back to look at Tori briefly before they switch their attention to Dr. Wexler. They're both embarrassed and unsure. So, Tori's scratching her palm because it's her nervous tick while Jade's rubbing the back of her neck and playing with her hair.
"Right... I mean, because if it is, does 'one' equal 'not much' or is 'one' like nothing?"
"Because technically speaking, zero should be nothing."
"Exactly. Plus, if we don't know what one is, what's 'ten'?" The Latina's chuckling, squirming in her seat. Be casual, she's thinking to herself. You two have had sex, just... Not lately.
"Right... Is ten... You know...?"
"Constant... Unrelenting..." Tori says, shaking her head like having sex all the time is a nightmare she doesn't want to live.
"Twenty four seven... Without a break. For anything..." Jade says, expressing the last part like she's experiencing that same horror of doing so.
"Not even to eat. Jesus Christ..."
"Like Sting," Jade adds,
"Exactly. Look at Sting's day job. Who else has sixty hours a week to put aside in the sack?" Tori scoffs.
Then Dr. Wexler's shaking his head, not knowing what to do with these two. "This is not a one to ten scenario. It's a straight question. How often do you two have sex?"
They're sat there, frozen in their seats while it turns all awkward and quiet. "Okay, how about this week? Have you two...?" Dr. Wexler continues, looking at the two in front of him.
Jade's biting at her lip and playing with her wedding ring as Tori looks elsewhere, mouth opening and closing while she tries to figure out what to say.
Then at the same time, they're both speaking:
"Are you a pervert, or something?" "Including the... Weekend?"
Jade's glaring and Tori's hesitant, but overall they're both ashen.
"We'll start simple. Describe how you two met." Dr. Wexler seems pretty proud of himself when he sees the two look down at their rings and smile. Progress. That's good.
"It was Colombia," The raven-haired woman says, not bothering to hide her smile as Tori does the same, but she's looking much more goofy.
"Bogota." Tori adds, timidly looking over at Jade as they look each other.
"Five years ago. We were—"
"Six," Tori corrects again as they both roll their eyes and turn back to the counselor after looking at each other with contempt and disgust.
"Whatever. Five or six years ago."
Dr. Wexler sighs once again, wondering how and if he could get these two back on track.
A/N: Have you guys seen the film? It's pretty good. I'm trying not to make it where when you've seen the film and while reading this, you'll imagine the original characters and not Jori, but bear with me! It'll be fun, I promise.
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