A/N: An OC is important for this arc, fyi. Any requests for situations you want to see written accepted!


The universe had a strange sense of humor. Jess could appreciate that, on some level, but this morning was not the day in which to enact that sort of thing. He awoke in a bed that wasn't his, in a room that was decorated with blinding color and too many posters. It was confusing, really, but not at all considering where he was at last night.

The fact that he had a roof over his head and a bed to sleep in was such a marvel that he forgot that he was in a strange place for a glorious moment. One night stands were probably more than just mindless intercourse to get his mind off of angst.

"You're awake," a voice, one with a sarcastic tinge that sounded decidedly feminine, said.

"It looks as if I am. Call Ripley's Believe It Or Not," Jess responded.

"I suppose I should tell you who I am," she said, a wry smile spreading across her face.

"That would be a good idea," Jess wasn't sure what to expect from an unnamed girl, but he hoped for the best with the mysterious yet excited way she carried herself.

"I can get you a place to live out here…"

Maybe he should partake in one night stands more often, if it led to such things like this.

"Oh?" He asked with a rise of his eyebrow. "Am I to believe you, oh perplexing one?" Jess asked in an attempt to bring humor to the table.

"You mentioned last night on the ride to my place needing a permanent place to live, and I know a guy who knows a guy…" she said.

"I have such great fortune, and no name of yours to thank."

"I'm Michelle Preston, and don't you worry your pretty little head cause I've got it all covered," she said, and he grinned.

The universe's strange sense of humor finally made sense.