Dis: Song at the beginning is called To sir with love and is sung by a woman named Lulu. I claim no rights to it, or the characters in this story; all rights to their respective owners.
A/N: Short but sweet - please review?
And as I leave
I know that I am leaving my best friend
A friend who taught me right from wrong
And weak from strong
That's a lot to learn
What can I give you in return?
He was looking in the rear view mirror, her blond, wet hair whipping around her shoulders and one hand raised in a way of saying goodbye. He memorized the moment, her, that way she looked in her torn jeans and her red t-shirt and her un-made-up face. It was early morning, and he knew it would be a while before he came back here.
Jo watched Alcide pull out of the driveway and smiled her brightest, put a hand in the wind and silently told him to hurry back. Shreveport was too far, Jackson was even further. In the past weeks she'd tried to show him what her life was like. She'd shown him what the hunt was like, and he'd seen her get pummelled a few times – something she wasn't too proud of. He'd stepped in and she'd told him to step back. He was Were, sure, but he wasn't used to demons! And she didn't want him to get hurt…
Sitting in his car, Alcide couldn't stop thinking about Jo. Jo punching a guy twice her size – a guy his own size – and telling Alcide to back off when he came to her defense. She'd kicked him, cursed out some words in Latin and the guy had dropped to the floor like a stone and a cloud of black smoke surrounded him. She'd shown him just what a strong woman was, and if he'd been thinking Sookie had balls of steel before this, now he was sure he'd been wrong. He'd never seen a woman – were or not – with that kind of ferocity. As she fought, she was gorgeous. Something deep inside him had growled in agreement. This. This was the woman.
He's skin had broken on the back of his shoulder, and like the big baby he was, he'd been whining. Jo couldn't stop smiling as she'd patched him up and now, lying in bed, she couldn't help but snuggle closer to the pillow he'd used. It still smelled like him, clean and fresh, crisp and just a little spicy. She was going to miss him, not because of the amazing sex – thought was would contribute! – but because he'd been a friend. No, he'd been a friend first. After this week, the lines had gotten blurry and Jo had caught herself more than once waking up to the smell of fresh coffee and bacon, wishing this was going to be it for the rest of her life. That he would be the one to kiss her good night every night, and hold her when she cried.
Alcide got back to Jackson and before he was really in the door, he'd dialled her number and was waiting for her to answer. When she answered he said "I miss you already," and she laughed in return. Instead of telling him she missed him too, or that he shouldn't have left she just told him to hurry back, when he could.