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So I was a huge critic of Hotel before I even forced myself to sit down and watch it without all the judgment and previous opinions. And I actually really enjoyed it for the most part. However, I was not happy with the ultimate ships and I can't help but feel that the Sallys and Miss Evers of the world deserve justice. Really, neither John or James would get very far without their sidekicks. They are the Harley Quinn and Mrs. Lovett's to their Joker and Sweeny Todd. Anyway, long story short, this is mainly a collection of short yet sweet John/Sally (or Jally if you will) oneshots which we are severely lacking in. I just immediately fell in love with Sally's badass character and she really made the season for me. I mean she really had some of the best lines and her sarcasm was refreshing. But she really did get shafted and she did deserve better. And I HATE Alex. I mean I can't stand her. So don't be surprised if she gets killed off or bashed often. It can't be helped. It just really angered me how John and March chased after the women who obviously cared nothing for them and ignored and neglect the ones that did. And Sally's really a sweetie underneath her shell who gets tossed aside too often.

Disclaimer-I own nothing. Ryan will always be the Captain of that crazy, brilliant and thrilling ship.

Something Real

Chapter 1- Who Needs Fashion Anyway

Summary- In which John remembers everything he's done, shows up at the Cortez during the fashion show and comforts a rejected Sally.

John Lowe stared around the decked-out lobby of the Cortez with discomfort. This nonsense was definitely not his scene. He couldn't say he cared for the new owner, and if left unchecked, what madness he might bring down on this place. John vaguely wondered how March was taking all of this. God knows he didn't care for change or people messing with his work.

John had been a bit miffed when Drake intruded on his father-daughter time with Scarlet. He brought over his son, who immediately captured her attention and they ran off together without so much as a backwards glance. Now what? If Will expected him to stick around and join in their foolish revelry then he had another thing coming.

After a moment, John decided to retreat to the comfort of his room. And if he was lucky, he'd run into his special lady somewhere along the way.

Sure enough, as he strolled down the hallway leading to his door Sally suddenly materialized directly in front of him, a lit cigarette in her hand and fresh tears smudging her dark makeup.

"What's wrong, sweetheart? March yell at you again?" John asked as he draped an arm around her waist and pulled her into him.

"No. I wasn't on the list," Sally answered glumly.

"What?"

"They wouldn't let me join the party downstairs. Said it was a 'private affair' and 'the event's full'. They can't treat me like that. This is my house."

"Exactly. Sweetheart, you're a ghost. You can do as you please around here and nobody could stop you."

Sally pouted. "It's still nice to be included."

"Aw," John leaned down and pecked her forehead. "Want me to go kill them for you?"

Sally smiled. "You would do that for me?"

John hugged her. "I would do anything for you."

Sally pulled back and kissed his jaw affectionately. "You're so good to me."

"So what'll it be?"

"No thank you, baby. It would be a waste of your sublime talents."

"You flatter me, darlin."

Sally laughed. "That's my job. Who needs those stuffed shirt peacocks and their fashion anyway."

"We certainly don't."

"Damn right."

John kissed her head. "For what it's worth, you'll always be on my list. Front and center in big, bold letters that will say SALLY, MY QUEEN. VIP EVERYWHERE."

"It's worth everything," she said as her eyes teared up again.

They shared a long, sweet kiss that heated up very quickly. John was forced to pull back, panting for air.

"Do you... wanna comtinue this somewhere more private?"

"Does a bear shit in the woods?"

John chuckled. "I love you, you know that right?"

"I do."

He raised an eyebrow. "And..."

"And what?"

"Don't you love me?"

"Eh, you're okay I guess."

"Sally!"

She laughed. "Fine, you big baby. I love you too, John."

"You better, lady."

And with that, John threw Sally over his shoulder amidst her throaty giggles and raced into his room.

They fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, hot kisses and caresses.

"You still wish you were at that party downstairs?"

"Not on your life."

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