A/N this is a post-ep for under the weather as well as a G/J drabble, i don't own them, they belong to NBC. It's for the ultimate fic challenge, enjoy it!


The rain that had stopped this morning was back with a vengeance, hitting the windows with fierce ferocity as I thought about what had just happened. I took a long sip of scotch, feeling it trace its path down my throat with a slight smile. It felt good to relax; I had spent the better part of the past day wound up past my last nerve.

I should have known that she would go looking for those kids; I should have made sure that nothing happened to her, but I didn't, and she had very nearly died. It was foolish of her, stupid, and I was even more foolish and stupid for thinking that just once she had listened to me and hadn't gone off on her own.

And I had nearly lost her due to my own stupid mistake. She could have died down there in that mineshaft and no one would have found her, not for days. The thought of that bit into my soul. The thought of nearly losing her broke me.

Every time she puts herself in danger, there is this lost feeling inside of me. I take another sip, toasting whoever the patron saint of unrequited love was. I love her, and I'd be lost without her, but she'll never know that. It's why I never want her to leave; I don't want to lose her before I get one chance to tell her how I feel.

I'm too cowardly to do it though, come right out and tell her. I don't have to worry about her shooting me down for anyone else, the last I had seen of her and Woody together the two of them had been fighting, sniping at each other, she had told me what he had done to her, and the boy deserved to be torn limb from limb.

But I wanted at least one chance to work up the courage to tell her. I've come close more than once, I almost told her right there, in front of everyone, not caring, I was so relieved just to see her alright. But I didn't, the words were there, they just wouldn't come out.

The rain kept on pouring down and I smiled faintly to myself. She would find out someday. One day I'd just go up to her, knock on her door and tell her I loved her, and that would be it. I'd go over and tell her right now, but I didn't feel like walking through the rain. Once the sun came out again, I'd tell her, she'd find out soon enough.