The combination of soup, ginger ale, rest and headache medicine finally had Saffron feeling human again, if not completely back up to snuff. And Jack had been so nice to her, keeping things quiet in his apartment and letting her use his bed to get more sleep - this time without him in it. She wondered what he was trying to pull.

Now, Monday and the move-in to her summer dorm space loomed. Even the thought of hauling her bags and settling into a new space for a rather strict study regimen now seemed like just too much to deal with, which struck her as strange. When she'd signed up for the summer program, she'd been positively giddy at the idea of being an ocean away from her mother, Patsy and her life in London. She wasn't in New York for fun; she was there to work. And she suddenly hated the thought of that.

"You need me to help you get your stuff to… Wait, where are you going again?" Jack asked. He was sprawled out on his sofa, watching Saff as she fumbled with her gear.

"Columbia," she told him. "And I think I can manage, thanks."

"If you say so," Jack said, quietly amused by Saffron's repeated attempts to re-loop a zipper tie that had come undone.

"The tube - I mean, subway - is just round the corner, right? I've only got a couple of bags here so it shouldn't be too much trouble."

Jack snickered, shaking his head in disbelief.

"What happened then?" Saff wanted to know, frowning. "Why are you making fun of me?"

"I'm not making fun of you," Jack said, getting off the couch so he could fix the luggage tie. "It's just that you're underthinking this. Taking the train to Columbia without all this stuff is enough of a hassle."

"All this stuff? It's only two small suitcases," Saff said indignantly.

Jack cinched the luggage tie and, looking her in the eye, told her "I'll go with you to make sure you get there okay. It's the least I can do since you think I got your trip started on the wrong foot."

"Certainly in the wrong bed," Saffron muttered.

"Man, I'm gonna miss you," Jack replied sarcastically. Saff glared at him.

"Well, I should be off," she said briskly. "You're coming, then?"

"Nothing else I'd rather do," he said. "Let's go grab a cab, Gorgeous."

"Will you stop calling me that? I know you're only doing it to get under my skin."

Saffron narrowed her eyes at Jack, forcing herself to sound as stern as she could. Really, though, she liked the nickname. It was cheeky. But Jack already acted like he was in charge of things where she was concerned and she felt it was time to regain her footing with him.

"I can think of better ways to do that sort of thing," Jack said, winking.

"Right," Saff snapped, grabbing her carry-on bag. Jack hoisted her two suitcases and they headed for the door of the apartment.

Outside, as Jack turned to lock up, Saffron reconsidered the whole "Gorgeous" complaint.

"Look, it's just… Nobody's ever called me that before."

"Called you what?"

"Gorgeous."

"Well, that's a damn shame, Beautiful," Jack teased, coaxing a smirk from Saffy.

"You're not funny," she said, obviously trying not to laugh, as they made their way down the stairs to the street.

"Sorry, Hot Stuff," Jack told her, miraculously flagging down the first cab headed their way.