A/N: Loves To Read Books- regarding your question, I forgot to mention that this is a slight alternate universe, where they haven't met. Also, another element of AU might be Jack's faded scar, idk, it's a headcanon of mine that just adds some vulnerability to him :P Enjoy the alternate ending ;)

She caught up, and just as she was coming to a stop in front of him, she tripped on the pavement, falling right into Jack's arms as he caught her. "Woah," he said, smiling down at her, "What's the rush?"

She stuttered up at him, and after a second of processing that he was holding her, she stood up, smoothing down her blue apron. Jack still hadn't taken his arms off her. "Y-you forgot, your-" She trailed off as Jack stared at her, and Angie realized how close they were. "Your," she swallowed, attempting to finish the sentence, but her mind couldn't remember what that word was for thing-that-you-put-on-your-head at the moment.

"I did, didn't I?" he asked, faking a frown, and Angie suddenly realized it. He had done it on purpose. He had left the hat so that Angie would have a reason to come after him. "Oh," she breathed, and Jack leaned in a little. "How careless of me," he mumbled, their noses almost touching.

"Just think," he continued, "If you hadn't have noticed it, I'd have had to come back tomorrow." Angie shook her head. "What a terrible inconvenience that would have been," she whispered. "I'd have been just kicking myself," Jack mumbled, their lips mere inches apart. "You should be more organized," Angie said, her eyes flitting back and forth to Jack's.

"I know," he said, "But it's a problem with me," he whispered, quoting Angie herself. With that, he pressed their lips together, and Angie's eyes fluttered closed.

Wow... just wow. He's a swell kisser. Like, better than swell. Wow.

When they finally pulled away for air, they studied each other for another moment, and some kind of unspoken agreement was made. "Your place or mine?" Jack asked quietly, and Angie giggled again. "My place is under lockdown after 10. It's a long story- bottom line, unless you'd enjoy being beaten with a frying pan and shoved out the front door, your place is just fine."

Jack smiled, white teeth showing, and scooped her up, carrying her to his car. They drove to his apartment, and Angie felt exhilarated. She looked at her watch. 9:30! She knew she would be out past curfew... She bit her lip, thinking about what Miriam Fry would do if she found out.

But she trusted that once Peggy realized she wasn't home, she would find some way to cover up.


Back at The Griffith, Peggy frowned. She hadn't heard Angie's door open or close, or for that matter, she hadn't heard Angie at all. She knew something was different tonight, because normally, her friend would knock at her door, maybe invite her over for some leftover cake from the diner or something, to which Peggy would usually have to make an excuse to decline.

A wry smile settled over her lips. Angie was with someone, she knew it.

Just then, she heard Miss Fry coming down the hall, checking to make sure everyone is in. She knocked on the door beside Angie's, then after hearing a conformation, moved on to Angie's.

Peggy quickly scrambled up, opening her door. "Um, Miss Fry, Angie's incredibly sick with the flu," she said, "You wouldn't want to wake her." Miss Fry looked sceptical. "Is she, Miss Carter? She was looking quite fit this morning at breakfast."

Peggy swallowed, and smiled sadly. "Yes, well, these bugs going around can catch on in the matter of a few hours, I've noticed. Please, do let her rest." Miss Fry looked very unimpressed with narrowed eyes and tight lips, but she finally nodded. "Very well. I expect she'll be better soon, with you looking after her," she said, locking eye contact in a pointed, stern look as she went on to the next door.

Peggy breathed out as she closed her door, and idly wondered who Angie's lucky guy was.


Angie pushed Jack's suspenders off of his shoulders, and Jack shut his eyes as the kiss progressed between them. He blindly made a grab for her apron, throwing it off and unbuttoning her dress. "Your hair's so nice," he mumbled, running his hand through it, and she breathed out. "What's your last name?" she asked, and Jack opened his eyes. "Thompson. Yours?"

"Martinelli." "Martinelli," he repeated, seemingly revelling in the sound of it. Angie made a little noise, and Jack finished unbuttoning the baby blue dress, shimmying it off of her. Angie ripped Jack's shirt over his head, and he chuckled at how eager she was. Her eyes dropped down to the muscular curves of his chest, and she realized something. Through the pale glow of the streetlamp on the street below, she could make out a scar travelling around his right pectoral, down the side of his abdomen as well. It wasn't that noticeable though, fairly faded.

Jack noticed her looking, and he nodded. "I guess the pinky thing with the equipment was a little more than I let on," he mumbled, and Angie trailed her fingers over the areas, before jumping into his arms, letting him know it didn't affect anything. He chuckled, and they fell backward.

Angie laid down fully overtop of Jack on his plainly-decorated bed, and Jack's strong hands gripped her shoulders. His lips formed a straight line, and he rolled her over, now putting himself on top as they kissed more.

Oh, okay. He likes control, Angie thought with a smile, that's hot.

Jack nipped at her ear, and Angie laughed, fondling his blonde locks and messing them up a little from their previously well-styled form. They continued to undress each other, and Angie suddenly took a breath. "I don't usually do this," she whispered. Jack looked at her. "Neither do I." Angie snorted. "I can't believe that." He shrugged. "I just don't have the time to." "But you did tonight?"

He hummed in a low reverberation. "I guess I got real lucky." They kissed again, and when they were fully undressed, Jack kissed her forehead. "Okay?" Angie couldn't contain her excitement. "Yeah!" He nodded, and pushed into her, making Angie moan and remember just how long it had been.

"You alright?" he asked, and Angie nodded. "God, Jack, keep going." He did, and soon, Angie was writhing beneath him. "You're really good at this," she managed out, and Jack smiled. "I try my best to be." A thin sheen of sweat covered them both, and Angie's mouth fell open. "Oh, Jack," she moaned, and he twitched slightly at her saying his name.

"I'm really close," she said, and Jack continued to push into her, feeling himself throb as well. "Yeah..." he whispered, "Come on. Just like that." Angie began to breathe in short puffs, and Jack dragged his lips up her chest one last time before they both came undone.

"Ang..." Jack whimpered, and Angie grinned, tossing her head back and loving the feeling.

When they both began to come down from the glorious high, Angie took to twisting her fingers in Jack's hair. "That was swell," Jack said, smiling hazily at her and running his fingers up the side of her hip. "Yeah," Angie breathed, star struck.

Jack stared into the dark of the room, breathing steady. "So," he said, averting eye contact in an uncharacteristically shy moment, "Maybe I'll leave my hat at your restaurant again tomorrow." Angie smiled, closing her eyes as she nuzzled into the nape of Jack's neck. "And maybe I'll run after you again, to return it to you." "I wonder how many times I'll forget it before I finally learn, huh Martinelli?" Jack smiled, and Angie giggled. "A lot more, I hope, Thompson."

The next day at the diner, Peggy sat down at the counter to find Angie humming to herself, clearly in a great mood. She could tell that Angie was dying for her to ask her about her evening.

Peggy raised an eyebrow in amusement. "I presume you enjoyed yourself?" Angie grinned excitedly, turning to her. "Yep!" Peggy smiled slightly, figuring she had time. "Alright- spill, then."

Angie looked beyond happy as she danced around the to her next table with her orders, before coming back. "He was gorgeous! So handsome. It all happened so fast- I'm still pinching myself!" "Hm. Sounds magical. What was his name?"

"Oh... Jack Thompson." Peggy nearly choked on her coffee. "I'm sorry, did you say Jack Thompson?" "Uh huh. He was in the army- swoon! And to think, I, Angie Martinelli, caught his eye! A guy like that! And me! I will never forget this, Pegs!"

Peggy sighed. "Neither will I, Angie."

The End