Author's Note: I don't own 'em…yada yada yada. So, this is my one-shot take on what'll/did happen post-The Elephant in the Room, AKA next week from 1/15/06. There is some harsh language, so yes take care. And please R&R. I do NOT get enough reviews. Please, I value your feedback!

"I'm willing to work past it, as long as it didn't mean anything." Pollack was standing right next to me.

God, why won't he look at me? Crap…it did mean something. Woody knows it too. Oh God, what do I do?

I just stood there, shell-shocked. I didn't know how to reply. Against my silent pleads, he went on. "And if it didn't…I have something to ask you."

Shit. Shit shit. Why now? Why this? He's not gonna do what I think he is, is he?

"J.D. Stop. Just stop right there. I have a confession to make." I took a deep breath and continued. "It…it did mean something. I think I'm in love with Woody…again."

Well, brace yourself Cavanaugh.

Pollack almost fell backwards in stunned silence. "Not quite the response I was hoping for…at all. But maybe this might just change your mind." Swiftly, he whipped out a tiny box.

Damn. Grab it!

I snatched the box from him. "No J.D., that is not what I meant. I think I'm in love with Woody. I can't change that. A ring will not change my mind. I'm sorry Pollack, really I am. But…I've made my decision. Now, please, just leave."

Holy crap that was not easy…not easy at all.

"Well, I. Alright then, I get it." Pollack smartly did what he was told and left my apartment, seemingly surprisingly upbeat…like he was expecting my rejection.

Phew…

I leaned back against the cabinet, and slid to the floor. "Now, what do I do about Woods?"

Do I call him? Do I go over there?

As if on cue, Woody slid open the door to my apartment. "Jor, I just ran into Pollack in the hall. He's really cheery, yet he said you're all mine. What happened? Did he call off the proposal?" Then he spotted me on the floor. "Oh, Jordan. Oh, man. I…I didn't mean to come at a bad time."

Woods, if it were truly bad, Pollack wouldn't be so happy.

"It's not really a bad time. I just told him no before he asked. I'd suppose he's happy because the proposal itself wasn't rejected by yours truly. I was actually debating what to do. What to do about us. Now get over here and help me up." I looked up at him with a slight smirk.

Oh, Woody. I am in love with you.

"My pleasure." Woody hoisted me to my feet. "So, I guess this means…what does this mean?"

Gulp…

"It means, Woodrow, that I'm in love with you…and you're in love with me…and I'll just shut up now." I tried stating it matter-of-factly. It failed.

Wow…smooth move.

A grin spread across Woody's face. "Jordan, I love you." He leaned over and pressed his lips to mine.

Ahh…this is how it was meant to be.

With an increasing passion, I kissed him back. I was on top of the world, and nothing could ruin this moment. Amazingly, we found our way over to the couch and nearly fell over it. We pulled back. As we held each other, I gazed into his eyes. "I love you too," I whispered.

Oh, how true those words ring.