NOTHING I CAN DO
By: TygerEye Antilles
I watched as she ran out the door. It felt like I couldn't move.
Something was very wrong with her. Of course, I knew about that murderer, the one she had set free. I knew she had broken into the evidence storage to find information to set him free. I knew it was her father who planted evidence to put that man away. I knew that her mother had been murdered when Jordan was just a little girl. I knew that this man and her mother's murder were both connected.
In truth, I knew nothing.
There's more. Jordan's changed. Some inner demon is making itself seen.
It's hard to believe that this woman was the same Jordan who'd practically dragged me out to some restaurant—I don't even remember what it was they served—to wait in line for God knows how long.
But these past few days…she doesn't sleep, she doesn't eat, she doesn't laugh or joke around. Our last few conversations border on hostile, and I know that is a big part my fault. I acted like I cared more about my career than her. And that is definitely not true.
I've heard rumors that she'd had psychological problems before. I hadn't believed it until now. Everything is different. She's falling apart, right before my eyes.
And I don't know how to help.
Should I follow her, keep an eye on here, wherever she will go? Before I even realize I'd moved, I'm down in my car, starting the engine. She shouldn't be behind the wheel in a mood like this. She's not completely sane.
But I don't know what to do. There's nothing I can do.
*~*~*~*Author's Note: Depressing, yeah, I know. This is what I think was running through Woody's mind during the season finale, when Jordan ran past him as she was leaving. I can't believe they left the show off like that…I guess we'll all have to wait until next season, huh? *~*~*~*
By: TygerEye Antilles
I watched as she ran out the door. It felt like I couldn't move.
Something was very wrong with her. Of course, I knew about that murderer, the one she had set free. I knew she had broken into the evidence storage to find information to set him free. I knew it was her father who planted evidence to put that man away. I knew that her mother had been murdered when Jordan was just a little girl. I knew that this man and her mother's murder were both connected.
In truth, I knew nothing.
There's more. Jordan's changed. Some inner demon is making itself seen.
It's hard to believe that this woman was the same Jordan who'd practically dragged me out to some restaurant—I don't even remember what it was they served—to wait in line for God knows how long.
But these past few days…she doesn't sleep, she doesn't eat, she doesn't laugh or joke around. Our last few conversations border on hostile, and I know that is a big part my fault. I acted like I cared more about my career than her. And that is definitely not true.
I've heard rumors that she'd had psychological problems before. I hadn't believed it until now. Everything is different. She's falling apart, right before my eyes.
And I don't know how to help.
Should I follow her, keep an eye on here, wherever she will go? Before I even realize I'd moved, I'm down in my car, starting the engine. She shouldn't be behind the wheel in a mood like this. She's not completely sane.
But I don't know what to do. There's nothing I can do.
*~*~*~*Author's Note: Depressing, yeah, I know. This is what I think was running through Woody's mind during the season finale, when Jordan ran past him as she was leaving. I can't believe they left the show off like that…I guess we'll all have to wait until next season, huh? *~*~*~*