"No Place Like It"
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Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me; I'm just borrowing
them for a short period of time.
Show: Once and Again
Pairing: Jessie/Katie
Rating: R
Author: Janine
Synopsis: Sequel to "About a Girl"
Email: jbslayer27@yahoo.com
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See previous parts for disclaimer...
Part 20
2013
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Katie closed her eyes letting the breeze from the open window rush across her face. Finally opening them once more she looked down at the small device in her hand and turned it on, scanning the words that appeared on the small screen once more. It was a development offer for a gallery in Chicago. She'd be given effective ownership of the gallery through a fifty- five percent share, in return for managing it and contributing pieces of work on a bi-annual basis for name recognition. The offer was tempting, more than tempting, it was a generous gift that she by all rights shouldn't have received, especially considering that she had publicly retired from professional painting – a decision she had constantly been debating with herself about since the moment she had made it.
Sighing she dropped her head back against the back of her couch her eyes drifting back towards the bedroom. Who was it tonight? Stephanie, that was right, the best thing about the class she had been teaching. Katie rolled her eyes and sat back up, the thought that the woman lying on her bed who she could barely talk to without wanting to boil her own head was actually the best thing about her recent position snapping her out of her malaise.
Katie looked back down at the letter in her hands and smiled. She'd accept it, why the hell not, even if it was in Chicago. Whatever it was that she was doing in her loft in London certainly wasn't what she wanted, it hadn't been what she had wanted for quite some time, so she could as well go back. Yeah, she could as well go back, why the hell not, there was certainly nothing to keep her in England, and this opportunity was just what she needed. An opportunity to paint, teach and scout for new talent, it was a dream, one she intended to catch.
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Part 21
2014
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"Hello?" Jessie said distractedly into the receiver her attention focused in front of her. She'd been bothering Katie to paint something for weeks, and finally her girlfriend acquiesced, seating herself in front of the easel Jessie had picked up, muttering to herself as she picked up a brush. She'd been seated there for the past two hours completely oblivious to everything around her, and Jessie had just been watching her, never so happy to have been forgotten.
"I'm going to take it in the bedroom," Jessie said hearing her mothers voice on the other end of the phone. Katie simply nodded her eyes never leaving the canvas in front of her.
"Is someone there?" Karen asked, slightly surprised by Jessie's comment which she was sure wasn't directed at her.
"No one important," Jessie replied, laughing as Katie lifted up her hand and flipped her the bird before turning her full attention back to the easel.
"Is it that woman?" Karen asked wearily.
"It's not Dillon," Jessie replied smiling at her mother's tone as she remembered the first and only time the two of them had met. She and Dillon were suppose to attend a costume party for client they were working for and Dillon had dropped by her apartment one afternoon to try on the costumes. She'd tried to get Jessie to agree to changing together, but Jessie wasn't about to have any of that and banished her to the washroom to change. A few minutes after that the doorbell had rung and she'd rushed out to answer it, throwing her robe around her. It had been Karen arriving for a surprise visit, and before Jessie could even get out a hello, Dillon had emerged from the washroom in nothing but her underwear asking Jessie where her handcuffs were. Then upon seeing Karen had eyed her in a quite obvious fashion and commented that Jessie hadn't mentioned anything about this being a ménage. After that Dillon had become 'that woman' to her mother, and Jessie was sure she would remain that way for the rest of her days.
"Oh," Karen said. "Tell Grace hi for me," she continued trying to figure out who was over at Jessie's apartment.
"It's not Grace," Jessie responded rolling her eyes at her mother's obvious attempt to find out whom she was with. "How's Henry?" she asked decided to let Karen sweat for a while.
"Good," Karen said her voice softening as it always did at the mention on her husband. "That's why I'm calling actually," she continued. "I was wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner on Sunday, we haven't seen you for a while."
"I'd love to," Jessie replied smiling at the mere thought of her and Henry kicking Karen's ass at scrabble. "Is it alright if I bring someone along?"
"Of course," Karen said clearly surprised. Jessie smirked; she was having too much fun with this. She should stop. Torturing your mother was not supposed to be a fun pastime. "Who?"
"You can't wait another twenty hours to find out?" Jessie asked plopping down on her bed.
"No, I really can't," Karen asked knowing that Jessie as playing with her.
"Katie," Jessie said after pausing to take a deep breath. Her mother who had once been the founder of the Katie Singer fan club had, since their breakup, become the chair of the 'Katie Singer is Eeeeeeevil guild', which had been joined by every member of her family, and she wasn't quite sure how Karen would react to hearing that Katie was back.
"Katie Singer?" Karen asked her voice dropping darkly.
"Yes, Katie Singer," Jessie responded noting her mothers tone and thinking that it wasn't the best of signs.
"Oh," Karen replied.
"We'll talk tomorrow." Jessie said knowing her that her mothers 'ohs' were just launching pads for interrogations and not really wanting to get into it at the moment.
"Say hi for me," Karen responded though her voice was strained.
"Is that all you want me to say?" Jessie asked.
"You're funny," Karen replied knowing that Jessie was fully aware that she had quite a few things she'd like to say to Ms. Kathryn Singer.
"You keep saying that, yet you never laugh," Jessie replied with a faux sigh of chagrin.
"Goodnight," Karen replied rolling her eyes at her daughter. Jessie was rarely this playful and she had to admit – even though it pained her to after years of training the ass-pole to work itself into a tizzy at the mention of Katie's name – that the other woman probably played a big part in her daughters giddy mood. "I love you."
"I wuv you too," Jessie responded smiling. "Sleep tight and give Henry a kiss for me."
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TBC...
Comments? Yes please, pretty, pretty please :) jbslayer27@yahoo.com
Janine
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Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me; I'm just borrowing
them for a short period of time.
Show: Once and Again
Pairing: Jessie/Katie
Rating: R
Author: Janine
Synopsis: Sequel to "About a Girl"
Email: jbslayer27@yahoo.com
===========================================================================
See previous parts for disclaimer...
Part 20
2013
-------
Katie closed her eyes letting the breeze from the open window rush across her face. Finally opening them once more she looked down at the small device in her hand and turned it on, scanning the words that appeared on the small screen once more. It was a development offer for a gallery in Chicago. She'd be given effective ownership of the gallery through a fifty- five percent share, in return for managing it and contributing pieces of work on a bi-annual basis for name recognition. The offer was tempting, more than tempting, it was a generous gift that she by all rights shouldn't have received, especially considering that she had publicly retired from professional painting – a decision she had constantly been debating with herself about since the moment she had made it.
Sighing she dropped her head back against the back of her couch her eyes drifting back towards the bedroom. Who was it tonight? Stephanie, that was right, the best thing about the class she had been teaching. Katie rolled her eyes and sat back up, the thought that the woman lying on her bed who she could barely talk to without wanting to boil her own head was actually the best thing about her recent position snapping her out of her malaise.
Katie looked back down at the letter in her hands and smiled. She'd accept it, why the hell not, even if it was in Chicago. Whatever it was that she was doing in her loft in London certainly wasn't what she wanted, it hadn't been what she had wanted for quite some time, so she could as well go back. Yeah, she could as well go back, why the hell not, there was certainly nothing to keep her in England, and this opportunity was just what she needed. An opportunity to paint, teach and scout for new talent, it was a dream, one she intended to catch.
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Part 21
2014
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"Hello?" Jessie said distractedly into the receiver her attention focused in front of her. She'd been bothering Katie to paint something for weeks, and finally her girlfriend acquiesced, seating herself in front of the easel Jessie had picked up, muttering to herself as she picked up a brush. She'd been seated there for the past two hours completely oblivious to everything around her, and Jessie had just been watching her, never so happy to have been forgotten.
"I'm going to take it in the bedroom," Jessie said hearing her mothers voice on the other end of the phone. Katie simply nodded her eyes never leaving the canvas in front of her.
"Is someone there?" Karen asked, slightly surprised by Jessie's comment which she was sure wasn't directed at her.
"No one important," Jessie replied, laughing as Katie lifted up her hand and flipped her the bird before turning her full attention back to the easel.
"Is it that woman?" Karen asked wearily.
"It's not Dillon," Jessie replied smiling at her mother's tone as she remembered the first and only time the two of them had met. She and Dillon were suppose to attend a costume party for client they were working for and Dillon had dropped by her apartment one afternoon to try on the costumes. She'd tried to get Jessie to agree to changing together, but Jessie wasn't about to have any of that and banished her to the washroom to change. A few minutes after that the doorbell had rung and she'd rushed out to answer it, throwing her robe around her. It had been Karen arriving for a surprise visit, and before Jessie could even get out a hello, Dillon had emerged from the washroom in nothing but her underwear asking Jessie where her handcuffs were. Then upon seeing Karen had eyed her in a quite obvious fashion and commented that Jessie hadn't mentioned anything about this being a ménage. After that Dillon had become 'that woman' to her mother, and Jessie was sure she would remain that way for the rest of her days.
"Oh," Karen said. "Tell Grace hi for me," she continued trying to figure out who was over at Jessie's apartment.
"It's not Grace," Jessie responded rolling her eyes at her mother's obvious attempt to find out whom she was with. "How's Henry?" she asked decided to let Karen sweat for a while.
"Good," Karen said her voice softening as it always did at the mention on her husband. "That's why I'm calling actually," she continued. "I was wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner on Sunday, we haven't seen you for a while."
"I'd love to," Jessie replied smiling at the mere thought of her and Henry kicking Karen's ass at scrabble. "Is it alright if I bring someone along?"
"Of course," Karen said clearly surprised. Jessie smirked; she was having too much fun with this. She should stop. Torturing your mother was not supposed to be a fun pastime. "Who?"
"You can't wait another twenty hours to find out?" Jessie asked plopping down on her bed.
"No, I really can't," Karen asked knowing that Jessie as playing with her.
"Katie," Jessie said after pausing to take a deep breath. Her mother who had once been the founder of the Katie Singer fan club had, since their breakup, become the chair of the 'Katie Singer is Eeeeeeevil guild', which had been joined by every member of her family, and she wasn't quite sure how Karen would react to hearing that Katie was back.
"Katie Singer?" Karen asked her voice dropping darkly.
"Yes, Katie Singer," Jessie responded noting her mothers tone and thinking that it wasn't the best of signs.
"Oh," Karen replied.
"We'll talk tomorrow." Jessie said knowing her that her mothers 'ohs' were just launching pads for interrogations and not really wanting to get into it at the moment.
"Say hi for me," Karen responded though her voice was strained.
"Is that all you want me to say?" Jessie asked.
"You're funny," Karen replied knowing that Jessie was fully aware that she had quite a few things she'd like to say to Ms. Kathryn Singer.
"You keep saying that, yet you never laugh," Jessie replied with a faux sigh of chagrin.
"Goodnight," Karen replied rolling her eyes at her daughter. Jessie was rarely this playful and she had to admit – even though it pained her to after years of training the ass-pole to work itself into a tizzy at the mention of Katie's name – that the other woman probably played a big part in her daughters giddy mood. "I love you."
"I wuv you too," Jessie responded smiling. "Sleep tight and give Henry a kiss for me."
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TBC...
Comments? Yes please, pretty, pretty please :) jbslayer27@yahoo.com
Janine