Whew, I know it's been a while..a LONG while, but hey, no one said I can't update this story. It's been ongoing since its first chapter, and I'm ready to slowly start writing again after a while.

Anyway, I saw someone suggested CJXDon, and then I thought with recent events in ''1000th Chopper Party", that Don would be the perfect Superman, rebound-ish guy. Maybe we can call the pairing DonJay if enough people like it, lol. Without further ado, here it is..

~38th crack pairing: Don and CJ~

It's all my fault…

CJ could barely keep her eyes dry as she drove down Baker St. Two days ago she caused a few catastrophic events with her boyfriend and his former lame Margaret in a chopper…just to figure out she was being crazy over nothing….she had a boyfriend.

Now I wonder if I still even have a boyfriend after what I did. He hasn't texted me since it all went down.

She pulls out her phone and starts to type something out to him….but stops.

I just….I need time, and I'm sure he does too. I almost killed him, for pete's sake!

Then she listened to the person on her other shoulder.

Maybe it won't hurt to text him for the heck of it.

She pulls out her phone to open up the last text between them-

CRASH!

CJ's face hits the airbag just as it pops out, the next thing she sees is-

"NICE DRIVING SKILLS, SWEETIE!"

…Whoever that guy was.

Next she saw the damage in front of her….a crushed, red convertible…the driver nowhere to be found.

She gasped. "Where'd they go?"

She got out of the car, ignoring those around her that watched the local news a couple nights ago and recognized her. "uh oh, she's gonna destroy the city now that her car's wrecked…."

As she tried looking for her, a shadow approached her.

"Oh my gosh, are you alright?"

She looked behind her, looking up to see a tall, muscular, raccoon man. She blushed, never seeing someone so…well…ya know..

"Yeah, I'm fine, but-" Suddenly she was grabbed up into a manly hug.

"Oh thank goodness! There's so many car wrecks a day, you could've been really hurt!"

She was coughing, her lungs being restricted by the gut-crushing hug.

"Oh, sorry! Here…" He let her down gently, her breathing going back to normal.

"I-I'm so sorry about your car, I-I can pay whatever it is to fix it, I-"

He chuckled. "No worries! I have great insurance on that baby."

"I really should've been paying attention to where I was going, I was looking down at my phone and then BAM! Two seconds later I cause a wreck."

CJ kept going on as the cops got out of their cars. Don put a finger up to quiet her.

"Maybe we can talk this out over lunch or something."

"What?"

He leaned over to whisper in her ear. "Texting and driving just became illegal here…be careful what you say to the cops."

She nodded.

"I know a really good sub place we can go to talk after all this. Wanna go?"

She rubbed the back of her neck, remembering Mordecai. But…she just rear-ended this guy! She owed him…sorta.

"Sounds great!"

Later on, after all the paperwork, and questioning, the two went to get a couple subs at a place...a place with the slogan, "We make a mean Pizza Sub!"

"Where are my manners?" Don smacks his forehead. "I buy you a sub and I have the audacity to NOT ask for your name!"

She giggled. "It's CJ."

"CJ, huh? Very lovely." This got a blush out of her. "I'm Don."

"Wow, like the movies?"

"Oh yeah!" He perks up. "But I'm not the least bit Italian...just inspiration my mom got after watching the BodMother."

"Hmm, she's got good taste, I'll give her that."

They share a chuckle. After a second, she pulls out a pen and paper.

"Again, I'm really sorry about what happened. I can make it up to you...what do you need me to help fix? The back window, the bumper?"

"None of it, CJ."

"I mean, I know someone that can really fix it up for cheap and-"

"Whoa whoa whoa! Didn't you hear me earlier?"

She rubbed her arm. "Yeah I know you've got insurance, but still! I feel obligated to help you out somehow. I was a complete idiot earlier."

He shrugged. "No you weren't, I was going too slow anyway."

"What? B-but, I'm sure the light wasn't green yet. And like I said, I was too busy on my phone and-"

He grabs her shoulders. "CJ, please stop!"

"What did I do?"

"I don't need you to give me stuff to fix my car, I don't need you to reach in your pocket."

She was taken aback. "I don't get it, Don. Is something worse gonna happen? Are you gonna sue me?"

He gets up, and takes her hand, pulling her to her feet. "Come on, let's go for a walk."

As they walked outside, she smiled and grinned at him.

"Not a bad idea you had. It's actually a pretty nice day now that I notice it."

"Exactly."

It was quiet for a moment before Don spoke up again.

"You know, I never get time like this to spend with people...girls, especially."

She blushed, noticing her hand was near his as they walked. "Oh, what? C'mon, you're a..."

He stopped and looked down at her, grinning. "I'm a...what?"

She looked back up, trying to grin back and keep her cool.

This guy is...this guy is something else..

She sighed. "You're a..pretty...chill guy for just being rear-ended, that's all."

He scratched his head. "Hmm." He was sure she wanted to say something else, but nice guy that he was, he wouldn't bug her anymore about it.

Unless she REALLY wanted him to..

"And yeah, you're a stud!"

"I am?"

"You can't tell me you don't have a bunch of girls' numbers on your fridge."

He smiled. "Well, as an accountant, I keep pretty busy...almost TOO busy to hang out with anyone. But for the most part, those numbers are my clients."

She looked dumbfounded. "Wow. I would guess so."

He put an arm on her shoulder. "On the other hand, having a bunch of numbers is like having a bunch of printed-out recipes. Sure they're there, but I only wanna take time and effort to make something I REALLY want."

She smiled. "Which number is that, if I may ask?"

"It's not up there...just yet..if I may ask, of course!"

She blushed a bright red. "Oh, sure!" She wrote it down for him.

"Perfect! Maybe tomorrow we can...you know...talk about our cars...and the wreck."

He was trying his best to not sound awkward, failing at it.

"Sure," She nodded, shyly. "Just..." She got her cool back. "Just make sure my number is a priority for you."

"Ha! It already is, don't worry!"

They walked back to their cars, of course, Don rushed ahead to open it for her.

"Are you sure you'll be able to get home?"

She started the car with ease, sounding a little rusty due to the wreck, but works just fine.

"Yeah. What about you, Ladykiller?"

"Of course! Well, I better get going. Talk to ya later, CJ." She pulled her hand up and kissed it really quick, causing her to blush.

"Later...Don..."

As Don drove off, he looked at the slip of paper, gripping it tightly.

Just two minutes later, CJ checks her phone, making sure she pays attention to the road this time.

Hey, it's Don! Had a really nice time today. :)

She blushed, driving home safely. It's not every day where you crash into someone and they make a day with you. :)