Hello again. This time I have a burning question. It's lame and old, I know, but please someone tell me. Where did we get that the name of Jack's mom is Margo? 'Cause I checked on the credits of the episode where she appears and it never says her name is Margo. Nobody mentions it on that episode either, and I have the idea it's never been mentioned ever since. Yet I've seen at Lostpedia and some other forums they refer to her as Margo. Why's that? It'd be nice if somebody told me please, just curios :P
Here 2 new chapters, enjoy...
Chapter 25
Brooke was losing weight. Not because she was trying to look hotter for Jack, but because flying every weekend to L.A. and living under airplane food was obviously paying off. On week days she worked insanely to get everything done and be able to catch Friday evening's flight to have dinner with Jack, spent Saturday with him and fly back to New York on Sunday. Therefore, she was skipping lunch time and running all the time. Yet she had managed to handle work perfectly and make time to see him.
They were building a steady relationship. Jack called her everyday early in the morning, at lunch time and before going to bed. He always asked her what she was wearing, which she still found sexy, so she asked him back, but she didn't enjoy his answers like he enjoyed hers, since Jack was always wearing a white coat or scrubs during the day. Jack kept her talking about her work, friends, family, and it almost felt as if they didn't live from coast to coast.
Now Jack was always in an excellent mood. Everybody assumed it was the effect love made on him, so his family and friends were just letting him be, no questions asked. Margo and Claire were waiting with huge expectation for him to tell he had a girlfriend and introduce her, but even when Charlie and Hurley came with direct insinuations, Jack just giggled, shook his head and changed the subject or just remained silent.
At the hospital, whenever Marion, Derek and Varya asked when they could see Brooke or make some plan in couples, Jack only said she was very busy and they didn't have time for that now. Patrick, on the other hand, was certain things were going fine, not only because Jack seemed extremely happy, but because he knew Brooke well and was positive she would tell him otherwise.
Brooke was doing perfect at work, motivated by the fact of seeing Jack every weekend. Exhaustion, the dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep and her poor airplane diet faded away the minute she saw Jack waiting for her at the airport every Friday night. That was heaven for her.
However, she had been neglecting her family and friends. They knew she had this new boyfriend who seemed to be the epitome of perfection for the way she described him, but they hadn't even seen her to learn more about him or her relationship.
One Friday, after a month of torrid romance, Ilana decided to confront Brooke and walked into her office knocking on the door.
– Excuse me? May I see Miss Julian please?
– Ha-ha, very funny. –Brooke replied laughing.
– Oh, it's you! I'm sorry, I had forgotten what you looked like.
– Oh come on…
– It's true. I've barely seen you in a month, Brooke.
– Is that a complaint? Sounds like a complaint.
– No, I mean, I just want to know how you're doing, how's everything with the doctor and stuff.
– Everything's great, I've never been so happy in my life, he's perfect.
– Perfect huh? Wow! Never met a perfect man. Yet, rumor has it United Airlines are making a fortune of you, as well as the Hiltons, as if they needed more money to waste. –Ilana said, mocking Brooke.
– Then tabloids should thank me for keeping her favorite sluttie loaded, so she can keep showing off. –Brooke replied with a smug smile on her face.
– So, when is Dr. Perfection coming to town?
Brooke stopped typing on her laptop and looked at Ilana. – I don't know, we haven't got into that yet. Why?
– Well, it would be nice to get to know the guy, don't you think? The girls keep asking. And I guess you'll introduce him to your parents, right?
Brooke looked away and said: – Of course… though it's difficult for him to travel because of the kids and stuff, you know…
– Right… So, how is he?
Brooke looked at Ilana, confused by her question. – What you mean?
– You know what I mean. Is he as good as he looks?
Brooke flushed, knowing Ilana was talking about sex. – You bet. –she replied, looking away again.
– Oh-my-God! You haven't screwed him yet? –Ilana asked, amazed.
– I don't think that's of your business. –Brooke snapped, a little annoyed.
– Oh come on! We've always been open about these things. How come you haven't slept with him?
Brooke sighed, defeated. – We're taking it slow I guess. Since we live in different cities, when we meet we do other stuff, you know…
– What freaking stuff would you prefer rather than sex? –Ilana asked with huge disbelief.
– Couple stuff. We go out, we talk, go to the movies… what's wrong with that? –Brooke asked back, somehow disappointed.
Ilana gave her a long look, knowing things were not as perfect as Brooke described. – You tell me.
Brooke sighed again and shook her head, frowning. She had just realized she was hiding her thoughts to her best friend and she didn't know why, so she spoke. – Well, I really don't know how to put it. We make out like pigs and I know he wants me, I can feel it, but last weekend I asked him to come up with me, to the room, you know, and he didn't want to. Maybe he's not ready, I don't know… –she said, abashed.
Ilana opened her eyes wide, not believing what Brooke just said. She tried to comfort her friend, though. – Well, as you said, you live in different cities, therefore your timing's just… different. You've been together only for a month, so officially you're on your fourth date, right? Or maybe he just wants the first time to be special…
– Yeah, maybe…
– You'll get there, I promise. All you have to do is seduce him. Wear some sexy lingerie, get him drunk, take him upstairs and screw him. I don't think he'd feel raped. Or you can just jump him in the middle of a movie. –Ilana suggested, trying to amuse her.
Brooke finally laughed. – Okay, I'll try that. –Then she smiled and said honestly: – I'm really happy Ilana. I'm in love with him.
– I know sweetie, I'm glad you are. You deserve it and more. Well, I've got to go and I guess you're in a hurry, so…
– I'll call you from there, okay?
– You won't, but I forgive you anyways.
Brooke closed her laptop and quickly grabbed her purse, keys and cell phone. She approached Ilana and held her tight. – You're still my number one honey. Thanks for being so supportive.
Ilana held her back and then let her go. – Okay, now you're being corny, just get the hell out of my sight and go meet your prince charming.
– See you on Monday!