AN's: I wrote these back when the show was still on. If you recognize them, it's because I originally had them posted at various Studio 60 live journal communities under the name writexwords. I've recently been going over my fanfiction and decided I'd rather have them in one spot. So what better place than here? Okay that's enough from me—except to say that I really miss Studio 60…it rocked.

Disclaimer: Aaron Sorkin owns the characters as well as the quote in the summary which is from episode 11 "The Christmas Show."

Danny Tripp stood on the balcony overlooking Studio 60. It was nearing on dawn and the wrap party had long since broken up. Not that he spent much time at it to begin with. Sure, he had his fun coaxing Matt to look past the inane dumbness of Lacy, Shana, and Treasure and at least try to get over Harriet.

Not that Danny thought that was at all possible. Anyway, Simon had ruined that when he escorted Matt away to deal with some writing issue. So that left him alone with the three dumb, but still very attractive women. He probably would have ended up going home with one of them but alas, he had lost them as well. And to athletes too. Ah well, Danny thought, at least they'll have their IQs in common.

The rest of the night was spent in search of that rather tall woman who glanced his way while he was talking to Cal about the loon who had gotten past security. That endeavor proved fruitless, so he grabbed a quick bite to eat and pretended that he didn't wish Matt was still there to amuse him. He had thought he'd seen Jordan McDeere wandering around at some point, but he had lost sight of her in the crowd.

Then of course, there was that highly amusing conversation with Jack Rudolph. Danny cracked a smile at the thought of a drunken Jack Rudolph, chairman of NBS, telling him he was looking for a fight and that he was it. Ah, the perks of his job.

Danny didn't think anything else could top that. But then Cal called him up to the writer's room and for hours, he and Matt listened to Eli Weinraub talk about the olden days of Studio 60. That was why Danny was up here now. He had left Matt to his own musings- he knew what they were anyway. But he had to make his peace with the studio. He owed it to Matt. So here he was. Standing over it, relishing in it, remembering it. In a way, it was like making peace with himself.

Danny sighed, if only it were that easy.

"Danny?"

He looked down at the sound of his name, only to see Jordan McDeere standing below him amongst those who were cleaning up after the party. Her hair was slightly disheveled and she carried a big purse and coat over her arm.

"Hey," he called down to her. "What are you still doing here?"

Jordan smiled, embarrassed as she began climbing the steps up to where he stood.

"I was talking with Harriet in her dressing room and I guess I must have dozed off…"

Danny quirked an eyebrow. "Were you drinking?"

She rolled her eyes when she finally reached him. "Two glasses of wine."

He raised his other eyebrow.

"I swear!" she exclaimed. "I think it was just from coming down from my high after getting 'Nations'."

"Ahh…" Danny replied, a small smile playing on his lips as he turned back to look over the studio.

He felt her stand beside him and they were both silent for a time.

"So," Jordan broke the silence first. "I heard Jack threatened to fight you…" she trailed off as a light laugh escaped from her mouth. "I guess that's my fault…sorry," She grinned.

Danny returned her grin as he brought his hand up to scratch the back of his head. "Don't be. He's always wanted to fight me for some reason or another, you just gave him one more."

Jordan's grin wavered a little and the silence returned.

Danny broke it first this time, "So, what did you and Harriet have to talk about?"

Jordan looked up, startled, "Oh, um…you know. The show…my not having any friends and um…gossip."

He raised his eyebrow again, "You don't have any friends?"

She smiled sheepishly and shrugged, "Like I said the day we met, not many people bet on me."

"I know the feeling."

She looked at him. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Silence prevailed once again until Jordan turned towards him fully. "Can I ask you something?"

"That depends," came Danny's reply as he leaned against the railing.

She leaned with him, keeping her eyes level with his. "What's with Matt and Harriet?"

"They're in love," He answered without hesitation as he met her gaze with a shrug.

Jordan raised an eyebrow at him. "Yeah, I caught that. Why aren't they-"

"Together?" Danny finished for her and she nodded. He let out a breath and looked back over the studio. He knew Matt was in his office, obsessively staring at the count down clock and mulling over that very same question.

"Maybe they think they're not supposed to be."

Jordan bit her bottom lip, contemplating the meaning of what he said. "Why would they think that?"

Danny stood up straight, keeping his hands on the railing and using it to stretch his arms out. "When I find what they had…I'll let you know." He gave her a small smile, which she returned and he noticed the slight crinkle under her eyes.

"You should get home," he said, shoving his hands in his pockets as he turned and began walking to his office.

Jordan stayed where she was for a moment before she straightened up and called out to him, "Hey Danny?"

"Hmm?" He turned back to look at her.

She paused, "I never did…thank you for helping me get the show."

Danny blinked, and inclined his head to her. "You don't have to thank me, you'll just owe me."

Jordan watched him walk away until he turned the corner. And even in the face of debt…she couldn't help but smile.