A/N: WEEE!!!! I just got Season 1 on DVD!! YAY! Lolz, I'm such a nerd. And
by the way, sorry for any scientific inaccuracies (i.e. Jo ripping out her
IV) the story may contain. I'm just now taking Intro to Physical Science,
so I'm not the expert on these things.
Disclaimer: You know the drill. I don't own them (except Joann Morris and John Perkins), blah blah, don't sue, I'm only 14, I'm poor and so are my parents, it won't get you anything. All the songs in this one belong to their respective owners, and the same thing in the last chapter, I forgot to write it last time. JAG and Real World don't belong to me, either.
Jo walked out of the hospital holding Nick's hand later that evening. She had healed up well, and there wasn't any tenderness, except when someone pressed on the stitches. The hospital staff was kind enough to help him carry out the many things he had brought in earlier. As Nick opened the trunk of his Tahoe for the nurse to put the bags down, Jo plopped into the driver's seat.
"Just what do you think you are doing?" Nick asked, coming around to the door.
"Oh, please Nicky? Just this once?" She pleaded through the open window. She put her hands together and gave the puppy-dog eyes. Too bad for her, she wasn't very good at doing them.
"I think not. You've been in the hospital for the past day and a half. Move your butt." He answered, opening the door. Jo mumbled something about being 'just fine', but scooted over to the passenger side.
Nick hopped up into the car and closed the door. Turning the key, the car started and he put it into reverse. Jo reached for the stereo and put in a CD.
"What are you-"he was cut off by a loud guitar as Trapt's "Headstrong" began to play. Jo had cranked up the volume so loud that the windows were shaking. He quickly turned it down and tried to remember what it was like to hear.
'Hey, I like that song."
"Yeah, well, I like being able to use my ears. Next time you want to listen that loudly make sure I'm not around, or go find Greg." He said, acting all parent-like. The mention of Greg brought butterflies to her stomach.
"Fine. But can we at least turn it up so I can hear it?" He nodded. She cranked it up again, though not quite full blast. He turned it down again. So she hit the '+' button on the CD player. They continued this battle until Nick finally gave up. If she was anything it was stubborn.
He pulled up to his spot in the parking lot. They got out after Jo ejected her CD and put it back in its case. They both grabbed some stuff; Nick stuck with all the books. He tossed her the keys and she opened up the door to the apartment. It had been cleaned by the C.S.I. team and was ready for inhabitants again. Jo sat on the couch and started flipping through channels.
"Uh, where, um, do you want to sleep tonight?" He asked gingerly. He had been thinking about this since he was told she would be released soon. He didn't know how to handle it. It was obviously a very touchy subject; the poor girl had been stabbed the night her parents were killed. He didn't want to add to the stress by putting her back where she had been that terrible night.
"I guess I could sleep in your bed, if that's ok." She answered, not even looking up.
"Really? Well, ok, I'll go make sure it's ready." He said, surprised at her answer, but glad she wasn't too frightened. He entered his room and made sure everything was ready. "It's ready, when you want to go to bed." They exchanged smiles and Nick took a seat next to her on the couch.
"So, what are you watching?" he asked.
"Real World." She said, holding the remote in her hand.
"You have got to be kidding me." He groaned. This time it was his turn to jump for something. Suddenly he was on top of Jo, mashing her into the couch grabbing for the remote.
"AH! Nick, you're too fat, get off of me!" She gasped, laughing and trying to keep the remote away from his hands. She brought it close to her body, causing him to get off her. He began tickling her, causing her body to go into full blow spasms as she struggled to breath. "STOP! Here, take it!" She threw the remote towards him and collapsed on the side of the couch.
"Success! Now, here's a GOOD show." He said, flipping to an appropriate channel. Of course, it was no longer on MTV, because during the entire fight the channel kept changing back and forth, along with the volume.
"JAG? But-" she began.
"If you're going to complain, you can go to bed." Jo sat speechless for a moment at this fatherly display. He was slightly shocked too, but that wasn't going to change what he said.
"Fine. I will then," she growled, getting up. Then began the pre-bed preparations. You know them, brushing teeth, changing, washing her face. "I'm going to bed now. Tuck me in?"
Nick got up. "Sure." He followed her into his familiar bedroom. She was more properly dressed this time, too, wearing sheep print PJs and a large Sum 41 t-shirt. She dropped onto the bed and began making snoring sounds.
"Very funny. You might get a little cold without the covers, you know."
Her eye opened, and her mouth formed a little smirk. Jo moved to get into the bed, and held the covers up to her chin. "Can I have a gwass of wa-wa?" She said, making a pouty lip.
He just laughed. "You sure you're ok in here? I'm going to bed now, too. Come out if you want." He asked, a serious face now coming. She nodded. He kissed her forehead, and pulled back. "Sleep tight."
"'Night, Nick." She turned over to face the window as he walked out. [No, bad idea, Jo. That's where the bastard came in from. Best turn around.] She did and closed her eyes. Every time she did, though, her thoughts raced back to that horrible night and her eyes shot open again. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She jumped out of the bed and flew threw the open door.
"Jo, are you ok?" Nick looked up from the TV screen. He was laying on the bed, sheets pulled up halfway exposing his chest.
"No. Can I sleep with you?" She said, but she didn't really need to, she knew the answer.
"Of course." He lifted the sheets and let her crawl in. His god daughter snuggled against him, resting her head on his chest. "It'll be alright, Jo. I'm here." He stroked her soft blue hair as she fell asleep.
Hope you likey! Please r&r!
Disclaimer: You know the drill. I don't own them (except Joann Morris and John Perkins), blah blah, don't sue, I'm only 14, I'm poor and so are my parents, it won't get you anything. All the songs in this one belong to their respective owners, and the same thing in the last chapter, I forgot to write it last time. JAG and Real World don't belong to me, either.
Jo walked out of the hospital holding Nick's hand later that evening. She had healed up well, and there wasn't any tenderness, except when someone pressed on the stitches. The hospital staff was kind enough to help him carry out the many things he had brought in earlier. As Nick opened the trunk of his Tahoe for the nurse to put the bags down, Jo plopped into the driver's seat.
"Just what do you think you are doing?" Nick asked, coming around to the door.
"Oh, please Nicky? Just this once?" She pleaded through the open window. She put her hands together and gave the puppy-dog eyes. Too bad for her, she wasn't very good at doing them.
"I think not. You've been in the hospital for the past day and a half. Move your butt." He answered, opening the door. Jo mumbled something about being 'just fine', but scooted over to the passenger side.
Nick hopped up into the car and closed the door. Turning the key, the car started and he put it into reverse. Jo reached for the stereo and put in a CD.
"What are you-"he was cut off by a loud guitar as Trapt's "Headstrong" began to play. Jo had cranked up the volume so loud that the windows were shaking. He quickly turned it down and tried to remember what it was like to hear.
'Hey, I like that song."
"Yeah, well, I like being able to use my ears. Next time you want to listen that loudly make sure I'm not around, or go find Greg." He said, acting all parent-like. The mention of Greg brought butterflies to her stomach.
"Fine. But can we at least turn it up so I can hear it?" He nodded. She cranked it up again, though not quite full blast. He turned it down again. So she hit the '+' button on the CD player. They continued this battle until Nick finally gave up. If she was anything it was stubborn.
He pulled up to his spot in the parking lot. They got out after Jo ejected her CD and put it back in its case. They both grabbed some stuff; Nick stuck with all the books. He tossed her the keys and she opened up the door to the apartment. It had been cleaned by the C.S.I. team and was ready for inhabitants again. Jo sat on the couch and started flipping through channels.
"Uh, where, um, do you want to sleep tonight?" He asked gingerly. He had been thinking about this since he was told she would be released soon. He didn't know how to handle it. It was obviously a very touchy subject; the poor girl had been stabbed the night her parents were killed. He didn't want to add to the stress by putting her back where she had been that terrible night.
"I guess I could sleep in your bed, if that's ok." She answered, not even looking up.
"Really? Well, ok, I'll go make sure it's ready." He said, surprised at her answer, but glad she wasn't too frightened. He entered his room and made sure everything was ready. "It's ready, when you want to go to bed." They exchanged smiles and Nick took a seat next to her on the couch.
"So, what are you watching?" he asked.
"Real World." She said, holding the remote in her hand.
"You have got to be kidding me." He groaned. This time it was his turn to jump for something. Suddenly he was on top of Jo, mashing her into the couch grabbing for the remote.
"AH! Nick, you're too fat, get off of me!" She gasped, laughing and trying to keep the remote away from his hands. She brought it close to her body, causing him to get off her. He began tickling her, causing her body to go into full blow spasms as she struggled to breath. "STOP! Here, take it!" She threw the remote towards him and collapsed on the side of the couch.
"Success! Now, here's a GOOD show." He said, flipping to an appropriate channel. Of course, it was no longer on MTV, because during the entire fight the channel kept changing back and forth, along with the volume.
"JAG? But-" she began.
"If you're going to complain, you can go to bed." Jo sat speechless for a moment at this fatherly display. He was slightly shocked too, but that wasn't going to change what he said.
"Fine. I will then," she growled, getting up. Then began the pre-bed preparations. You know them, brushing teeth, changing, washing her face. "I'm going to bed now. Tuck me in?"
Nick got up. "Sure." He followed her into his familiar bedroom. She was more properly dressed this time, too, wearing sheep print PJs and a large Sum 41 t-shirt. She dropped onto the bed and began making snoring sounds.
"Very funny. You might get a little cold without the covers, you know."
Her eye opened, and her mouth formed a little smirk. Jo moved to get into the bed, and held the covers up to her chin. "Can I have a gwass of wa-wa?" She said, making a pouty lip.
He just laughed. "You sure you're ok in here? I'm going to bed now, too. Come out if you want." He asked, a serious face now coming. She nodded. He kissed her forehead, and pulled back. "Sleep tight."
"'Night, Nick." She turned over to face the window as he walked out. [No, bad idea, Jo. That's where the bastard came in from. Best turn around.] She did and closed her eyes. Every time she did, though, her thoughts raced back to that horrible night and her eyes shot open again. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She jumped out of the bed and flew threw the open door.
"Jo, are you ok?" Nick looked up from the TV screen. He was laying on the bed, sheets pulled up halfway exposing his chest.
"No. Can I sleep with you?" She said, but she didn't really need to, she knew the answer.
"Of course." He lifted the sheets and let her crawl in. His god daughter snuggled against him, resting her head on his chest. "It'll be alright, Jo. I'm here." He stroked her soft blue hair as she fell asleep.
Hope you likey! Please r&r!