Hello there, it's Oscars night and I'm on a posting spree. CJ is on in 10 minutes. YAY!
Ok, here's the drill. At Any Price and So Much More are companion pieces, starting off the same but going in different directions. Please read both and give your opinions! Oh, and they are both one-parters, so no continuations are to be expected or even wished for. Understood? Oh and one more thing...it's set after You Really Got Me. Aren't they all, these days?
Oh, and I don't own them. If I did then things would be VERY different...
LA, Miami, and back to Boston. They'd both had time to think.
Jordan had spent the entire time searching her brain for the answer. Then she realised the answer lay not in her head, but in her heart.
Did she love Woody? The answer was simple: yes, but that's where the simplicity ended. Was it enough, for her to love him?
She had to talk to him, see his face, ask him to hold her a little tighter, not let her run.
Woody sat at his desk, thinking. He'd been doing that quite a lot over the past few days.
He was then aware of an all too familiar brunette beauty standing at the door.
"Hey Jordan."
"Woody, I was hoping we could talk." Jordan closed the door behind her as she entered the room.
"While you were in Miami, I thought about some stuff. It's simple really. I love you. But is that enough?
"I don't want to run, Woody. I don't want to pack my bags. I don't want to push you away.
"You said maybe I need someone to hold me a little tighter, and you're right. I need someone to hold me, a lot tighter. If it was anyone else though, they'd be holding me against my will, but if it was you, Woody, holding me a little tighter, you'd be reminding me of all that I have right in front of me. Reminding me of a thousand reasons to stay.
"I don't want to run, emotionally or physically. I want to stay. I just want to stay here with you."
A tear-eyed Jordan looked into Woody's eyes, her heart on her sleave, her cards on the table, looking for a response.
If Jordan's eyes were questioning, Woody's eyes were cold.
"Will it ever be enough for you, Jordan? Will anything ever be enough for you? You can't stop it. You run, you always run, whether it be in the literal sense, or just isolating yourself from the people who care.
"I don't want to be your keeper, your handler. I want so much more for us. I want to be your lover, your husband. I want to marry you one day, father your children.
"I want you to just let me love you- no, I should make that past tense, because you're never going to be really ready for that sort of commitment, are you? If I have to restrain you to stop you from constantly leaving me, that's not what I want.
"I can't stop you from running, maybe it's part of who you are. But I want to settle down sometime soon, and that's just part of who I am."
Tears wet Jordan's cheeks, the weight of truth pulling her down.
Woody's eyes held a longing. "It won't be easy, an it'll take me forever, but one day I will get over you, Jordan. I suggest you do the same."
Jordan stood in shook as Woody walked past her out of his office, leaving her alone.
