OMG, I UPDATED! Isn't this exciting? Cause for celebration! Or y'all can give me a good swift kick in the head. ^_~
Anyway, this is Thanksgiving. Sorry to keep you waiting. Hope you like it!! :)
Legal: I do not own the rights to Three's Company or its characters, thanks.
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Chapter 16: Thanksgiving
The night before Thanksgiving the gang went out to a movie. They needed to relax before Jack's first big test. Jack was probably the only one (other than Mr. Roper maybe...) who wasn't at all worried. He was chasing birds on the way there and asked Janet about a million times why they had Thanksgiving.
"Well, Jack..." By the hundredth time Janet was getting a bit exhasperated. "The pilgrims--"
"What's a pilgrim?"
"A person."
"Then why not just say person?"
"Because they were called the pilgrims."
"Well, why?"
"I don't know!" Janet sighed and ran a hand through her hair.
Finally Terri explained the whole thing to Jack and he understood for the most part.
On the way back to the apartment they could feel rain in the air. The clouds were building. "It's supposed to rain a little bit, the weatherman said," Mrs. Roper informed them.
They went to bed, some a little restlessly.
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Thanksgiving Day didn't start very well. There had been more than a "little" rain the night before: there had been a thunderstorm and the skies would be cloudy and gloomy all Thanksgiving Day. The storm had knocked the power out. Luckily it was fixed before morning, but the alarm clocks had all reseted. It was nearly ten when Jack--who had been awake for a couple of hours--decided to wake up Janet and ask her when the food would be ready. She yawned. "Jack, how early is it?"
He shrugged. "The big hand is on the ten and the little hand is on the nine." He motioned with his own hands.
It took Janet just a second to realize what that meant. Then her eyes got wide and she screeched. Jack was so startled that he fell off of her bed. Chrissy snorted in her sleep and Terri sat straight up and looked at Janet frightfully. "Oh, Janet! What is it?"
Janet was already fighting with her covers as she tried to get out of bed. "Ten! Terri, it's ten o' clock!" She exclaimed frantically.
Terri gasped and also jumped out of bed. Janet told Jack to wake up everyone else and soon the whole apartment was in chaos as they hurriedly tried to get ready, though they had gotten up nearly three hours late. Janet was nearly hysterical. "Larry, Chrissy, go ask Mr. Furley if he has a table cloth we can borrow! Terri, run to the store *quick!* We forgot to get champaigne! Mr. Roper *turn off that television!* Mrs. Roper, can you help Jack get into his suit? JERRY, we have to get the TURKEY in the OVEN! You know how long it takes those things to cook!"
When Mrs. Roper had dressed Jack she told him to sit down with Janet and calm her down while she helped Mr. Roper with the tables. They had moved the couch into Jack's room and planned that the two tables they had would stretch across the living room. But when they set down the old table the threesome had shared for years one of the legs broke clean off! Janet leaped off of the chair, which was situated in the corner. "Oh my GOD! The table! The table broke! What will we do now?"
Mrs. Roper rubbed Janet's arm soothingly. "We'll just go buy another one, dear, it's okay."
"Where are you going to get a table on Thanksgiving Day?" Janet asked, her eyes popping.
"Furley?" Jack queered.
Janet grabbed him and kissed him on the mouth. "Great idea, Jack!"
She ran to the door and flung it open, coming face-to-face with Larry, Chrissy and Mr. Furley. "Mr. Furley! We need your table!"
He smiled. "Go get it then! I won't need it." He chuckled.
Janet felt relief wash over her. "Oh thank you, Mr. Furley. I--wait, why don't you need it?" She asked cautiously. If it was broken, too, what good was it to them?
"I'm eating with you guys of course!" Mr. Furley exclaimed as though she should have known.
Janet's eyes got wide once again. "Mr. Furley, where did you--"
"Janet," Larry spoke up, "can I talk to you in the kitchen?"
Before Janet could object Larry had dragged her into the kitchen. "Listen," he began to explain, "when we asked Furley for a table cloth he wanted to know why we needed it and we explained that we're having company over today. He said, 'Oh. I never get asked over for anyone's Thanksgiving Day feast,'" He put on a mopy voice, "And you know Chrissy. 'Oh, Mr. Furley, why don't you come over for our Thanksgiving Day feast?'" He put on a girly voice. "Before I could say anything against it Furley was grabbing his toothpick and saying he couldn't wait to eat a real turkey this Thanksgiving."
Janet made a whimpering sound. "Oh...I hope Mr. Furley doesn't ruin it. We *really* don't need another person!"
"It's alright," Jerry spoke from his corner where he was tossing a salad, "we have plenty of food to go around."
So Thanksgiving started out very hectic. By the afternoon, though, everything was okay. Everyone was dressed nicely, the tables were set and Jerry had announced that the food would be done on time.
It seemed that no time at all had passed before the doorbell rang. Janet jumped this time instead of Jack. Jerry answered the door. Judge Hammond stood before them with a woman and a little girl, no older than seven. Jerry motioned for him to come in. Janet approached him. "Hello, Judge Hammond," she said nervously as she shook his hand. "You remember me, I'm--"
"Ms. Wood." He smiled. "Of course. This is my wife, Maureen, and our daughter, Jamie. My mother will be arriving later. She had to take her cat to her private vet for some reason or other." He shrugged.
Jamie waved and Maureen said, "Nice to meet you, dear."
Janet introduced everyone, leaving Jack for last. When she said his name the Judge had to do a double take. His eyes grew wide. "Jack Tripper?" He said.
Jack stepped forward and shook the Judge's hand with a wide grin. "Hello, your honor. Nice to formally meet you."
Janet smiled. Jack sure knew his lines.
Jack then turned to Maureen and kissed her hand. She, too, looked startled at his manners. He also kissed Jamie's hand and she giggled.
"I hope you had no trouble finding the place, Judge Hammond," Jack added.
The stunned look on the Judge's face finally faded as his mouth broke into a grin. "My dear boy, please call me Greg."
The Hammonds were really very nice people. They were overflowing with compliments. Greg leaned over to Janet constantly and commented on how well she had "brought Jack up". Maureen was obviously flattered at how Jack treated her like a lady. When they all sat down at the table and he pulled out her chair for her she looked at her husband in this sort of, "this-is-how-you-should-treat-me" way. And Jamie seemed quite taken with Jack as well, especially when he did a Mickey Mouse impression (which wasn't even that good, really).
Jerry brought out the food, cut the turkey and everyone prepared to dig in. Jack held up his hand though. "What is it, Jack?" Janet asked, slightly alarmed. What was he doing?
He cleared his throat. "When Terri told me the story of the very first Thanksgiving she said that the pilgrims--who were persons--" he added to Jamie, "thanked God for what he gave them. I think we should, too. It is *Thanks*giving." He said, in a sort of thoughtful way.
"I think that's a very good idea," Greg said, setting down his fork. "Would you like to do the honors, Jack?"
Jack reached a hand over to Janet and the other to Greg on his other side. Soon they were all holding hands around the table. He shut his eyes and cleared his throat once more. "Dear God, thank you for lots of good food and thank you for Jerry, who made it. Actually, I think you made it, but he made it with seasoning. Anyway, thanks for our great company, Greg, Maureen and Jamie, and Mr. Furley, too. Thank you for Terri, Chrissy, Larry, Mr. Roper and Mrs. Roper--they're really neat and I like them. And especially, thank you for Janet. She's so great and good and loving and I'm glad I know her. Thanks again. Amen."
When "amen" had echoed around the table everyone dug in. Janet dropped her napkin and pretended to be picking it up as wiped some tears from her eyes while she was down there. Jack had thanked God for her. She was sure that was a big deal.
"You know," Greg said, turning to Jack, "I'm glad to see she's taught you some respect for the Big Man. My grandpa is a preacher and I'm always glad to see respect from those who aren't church-goers."
Before Jack could say anything Chrissy piped that her dad was a preacher and engaged him in a conversation about churches. Instead Jack turned to Janet and grinned. She felt him grab her hand under the table and blushed, though she wasn't sure just why. Everything was going great.
Until desert.
Jerry brought out the variety of pies (Chrissy helped) and they began eating, everyone quickly commenting on how good it was to Jerry. When Chrissy said that she had poured the pudding into the chocolate pie they complimented her, too. But then, the doorbell rang again.
"That's probably Mother," Greg said as he stood and answered to door.
Unlike Greg and Maureen Mrs. Hammond didn't look very nice. She surveyed the room with a sour look on her face. She spotted Mr. Furley's ascot and scowled.
"Come on inside, Mother," Greg said warmly as he took her arm and led her inside.
"I can't believe I finally found the place. I should have guessed that it would be in such a horrible part of town. And the traffic...terrible! Why, I haven't been so close to filthy people since...well, never." She laughed very lightly, but no one else did.
And then something very bad happened. Jack started growling. Janet instinctively grabbed the back of his jacket. "Jack, no. She didn't mean it. Behave, Jack. Be good," she whispered, leaning closer to him.
Jack stopped growling, but he remained tense and looked at Mrs. Hammond with narrowed eyes. "Mother, this is Jack. He's the one I was telling you about," Greg said, motioning to Jack.
"Oh really?"
Mrs. Hammond walked toward Jack. That was a bad idea. He seemed to be sniffing her. Then, without warning, he leaped on her! Maureen leaped off of her chair and screamed, yanking Jamie over to her. Greg gave a cry and grabbed Jack's leg in an effort to pull him off of his mother. Mrs. Hammond was swearing loudly and profusely.
"Jack, no! Jack, off of her! Jack, come here! JACK!" Janet was screaming, tears starting to choke her voice. Why wasn't he listening to her?
Finally Jerry took action. He kicked Jack squarely in the ribs. Jack yelped and and fell off of Mrs. Hammond. Greg pulled her up. She was still swearing, but now her face was as red as a beat and a vein was bulging on her forehead. Greg handed her off to Maureen. "Maureen, get Mother and Jamie out to the car," he said firmly.
Maureen left, dragging Mrs. Hammond and Jamie, who was yelling, "I don't want to go!"
Greg then turned to Janet. His hair was messed up and the kindness had left his eyes. He pointed to Jack. "He had *better* behave better than that at the ball or he's going to be locked up in an insane asylum for the rest of his LIFE!" He shouted, spit flying. "Why, he should be locked away now for that!"
Janet didn't know how to defend Jack. She didn't know what had caused him to do that. Sure, Mrs. Hammond wasn't being very nice, but he knew better! She just nodded and stammered an apology.
"Jack would never purposely hurt someone!" Terri exclaimed, looking furious. "He just attacked your stupid mother because she was being a you-know-what!"
"Hint: it starts with a b and rhymes with 'witch!'" Larry added, looking equally angry.
But they hadn't made anything better. Greg just rounded on them. "My mother's a *what?*"
Larry opened his mouth to say something, but then Mrs. Roper stepped in between he and Greg. "Now, Judge, you saw how good Jack acted before. Terri's right--he would never hurt anyone on purpose. Jack still has some animal in him and the animal in him gets triggered when he sees or smells a cat. You said your mother had to take her cat to a private vet. She must have smelled like the cat, so Jack lost touch with his human side when he smelled her," she said rationally.
Janet didn't think that was a very good excuse for Jack's behavior, but Greg seemed thoughtful. After a minute he smoothed his hair back and regained his composure. "Even so, Helen, his actions were hardly refined." He turned back to Janet. "I won't lock Jack in an insane asylum if I don't have to," he said calmly, the kindness returning to his eyes, "but the government will. I want you to train him well enough that if I brought a cat to the charity ball he would drink tea with it. Understood?"
Janet could only nod. Greg gave a nod himself. He bid them a grim farewell and left.
Jack crawled over to Janet, rubbing his ribs. "Janet, I--"
"I know, Jack," Janet said, not daring to look down at him.
She felt him pawing at her ankles. She remained emotionless. When everyone else had gone into the kitchen to clean up (and probably discuss the night's events) Janet dropped down so that she was eye-level with Jack. "I'm sorry Jerry kicked you in the side, Jack, but he had to to get you off of Mrs. Hammond. You could have seriously hurt her. You'll feel better. You just need some ice and rest, that's all." She smoothed his hair back and gently caressed his cheek with the back of her hand.
He sighed. "I'm so sorry, Janet. I didn't mean to. I--"
"I know, Jack," Janet repeated.
He enveloped her in a hug and she grabbed the back of his jacket tightly. She leaned her head against his chest. "Happy Thanksgiving, Jack."
"Happy Thanksgiving, Janet." As he spoke his breath ruffled her hair.
She smiled and shut her eyes. Suddenly nothing that happened that day mattered. All that mattered was that she stay in Jack's arms for as long as possible.
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Isn't that sweet? Oh, but didn't you hate Mrs. Hammond? I really did. Jamie was cute though. Maybe I'll bring her back for some reason or another. ;) Hopefully the next chapter will come soon! ^__^
Anyway, this is Thanksgiving. Sorry to keep you waiting. Hope you like it!! :)
Legal: I do not own the rights to Three's Company or its characters, thanks.
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Chapter 16: Thanksgiving
The night before Thanksgiving the gang went out to a movie. They needed to relax before Jack's first big test. Jack was probably the only one (other than Mr. Roper maybe...) who wasn't at all worried. He was chasing birds on the way there and asked Janet about a million times why they had Thanksgiving.
"Well, Jack..." By the hundredth time Janet was getting a bit exhasperated. "The pilgrims--"
"What's a pilgrim?"
"A person."
"Then why not just say person?"
"Because they were called the pilgrims."
"Well, why?"
"I don't know!" Janet sighed and ran a hand through her hair.
Finally Terri explained the whole thing to Jack and he understood for the most part.
On the way back to the apartment they could feel rain in the air. The clouds were building. "It's supposed to rain a little bit, the weatherman said," Mrs. Roper informed them.
They went to bed, some a little restlessly.
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Thanksgiving Day didn't start very well. There had been more than a "little" rain the night before: there had been a thunderstorm and the skies would be cloudy and gloomy all Thanksgiving Day. The storm had knocked the power out. Luckily it was fixed before morning, but the alarm clocks had all reseted. It was nearly ten when Jack--who had been awake for a couple of hours--decided to wake up Janet and ask her when the food would be ready. She yawned. "Jack, how early is it?"
He shrugged. "The big hand is on the ten and the little hand is on the nine." He motioned with his own hands.
It took Janet just a second to realize what that meant. Then her eyes got wide and she screeched. Jack was so startled that he fell off of her bed. Chrissy snorted in her sleep and Terri sat straight up and looked at Janet frightfully. "Oh, Janet! What is it?"
Janet was already fighting with her covers as she tried to get out of bed. "Ten! Terri, it's ten o' clock!" She exclaimed frantically.
Terri gasped and also jumped out of bed. Janet told Jack to wake up everyone else and soon the whole apartment was in chaos as they hurriedly tried to get ready, though they had gotten up nearly three hours late. Janet was nearly hysterical. "Larry, Chrissy, go ask Mr. Furley if he has a table cloth we can borrow! Terri, run to the store *quick!* We forgot to get champaigne! Mr. Roper *turn off that television!* Mrs. Roper, can you help Jack get into his suit? JERRY, we have to get the TURKEY in the OVEN! You know how long it takes those things to cook!"
When Mrs. Roper had dressed Jack she told him to sit down with Janet and calm her down while she helped Mr. Roper with the tables. They had moved the couch into Jack's room and planned that the two tables they had would stretch across the living room. But when they set down the old table the threesome had shared for years one of the legs broke clean off! Janet leaped off of the chair, which was situated in the corner. "Oh my GOD! The table! The table broke! What will we do now?"
Mrs. Roper rubbed Janet's arm soothingly. "We'll just go buy another one, dear, it's okay."
"Where are you going to get a table on Thanksgiving Day?" Janet asked, her eyes popping.
"Furley?" Jack queered.
Janet grabbed him and kissed him on the mouth. "Great idea, Jack!"
She ran to the door and flung it open, coming face-to-face with Larry, Chrissy and Mr. Furley. "Mr. Furley! We need your table!"
He smiled. "Go get it then! I won't need it." He chuckled.
Janet felt relief wash over her. "Oh thank you, Mr. Furley. I--wait, why don't you need it?" She asked cautiously. If it was broken, too, what good was it to them?
"I'm eating with you guys of course!" Mr. Furley exclaimed as though she should have known.
Janet's eyes got wide once again. "Mr. Furley, where did you--"
"Janet," Larry spoke up, "can I talk to you in the kitchen?"
Before Janet could object Larry had dragged her into the kitchen. "Listen," he began to explain, "when we asked Furley for a table cloth he wanted to know why we needed it and we explained that we're having company over today. He said, 'Oh. I never get asked over for anyone's Thanksgiving Day feast,'" He put on a mopy voice, "And you know Chrissy. 'Oh, Mr. Furley, why don't you come over for our Thanksgiving Day feast?'" He put on a girly voice. "Before I could say anything against it Furley was grabbing his toothpick and saying he couldn't wait to eat a real turkey this Thanksgiving."
Janet made a whimpering sound. "Oh...I hope Mr. Furley doesn't ruin it. We *really* don't need another person!"
"It's alright," Jerry spoke from his corner where he was tossing a salad, "we have plenty of food to go around."
So Thanksgiving started out very hectic. By the afternoon, though, everything was okay. Everyone was dressed nicely, the tables were set and Jerry had announced that the food would be done on time.
It seemed that no time at all had passed before the doorbell rang. Janet jumped this time instead of Jack. Jerry answered the door. Judge Hammond stood before them with a woman and a little girl, no older than seven. Jerry motioned for him to come in. Janet approached him. "Hello, Judge Hammond," she said nervously as she shook his hand. "You remember me, I'm--"
"Ms. Wood." He smiled. "Of course. This is my wife, Maureen, and our daughter, Jamie. My mother will be arriving later. She had to take her cat to her private vet for some reason or other." He shrugged.
Jamie waved and Maureen said, "Nice to meet you, dear."
Janet introduced everyone, leaving Jack for last. When she said his name the Judge had to do a double take. His eyes grew wide. "Jack Tripper?" He said.
Jack stepped forward and shook the Judge's hand with a wide grin. "Hello, your honor. Nice to formally meet you."
Janet smiled. Jack sure knew his lines.
Jack then turned to Maureen and kissed her hand. She, too, looked startled at his manners. He also kissed Jamie's hand and she giggled.
"I hope you had no trouble finding the place, Judge Hammond," Jack added.
The stunned look on the Judge's face finally faded as his mouth broke into a grin. "My dear boy, please call me Greg."
The Hammonds were really very nice people. They were overflowing with compliments. Greg leaned over to Janet constantly and commented on how well she had "brought Jack up". Maureen was obviously flattered at how Jack treated her like a lady. When they all sat down at the table and he pulled out her chair for her she looked at her husband in this sort of, "this-is-how-you-should-treat-me" way. And Jamie seemed quite taken with Jack as well, especially when he did a Mickey Mouse impression (which wasn't even that good, really).
Jerry brought out the food, cut the turkey and everyone prepared to dig in. Jack held up his hand though. "What is it, Jack?" Janet asked, slightly alarmed. What was he doing?
He cleared his throat. "When Terri told me the story of the very first Thanksgiving she said that the pilgrims--who were persons--" he added to Jamie, "thanked God for what he gave them. I think we should, too. It is *Thanks*giving." He said, in a sort of thoughtful way.
"I think that's a very good idea," Greg said, setting down his fork. "Would you like to do the honors, Jack?"
Jack reached a hand over to Janet and the other to Greg on his other side. Soon they were all holding hands around the table. He shut his eyes and cleared his throat once more. "Dear God, thank you for lots of good food and thank you for Jerry, who made it. Actually, I think you made it, but he made it with seasoning. Anyway, thanks for our great company, Greg, Maureen and Jamie, and Mr. Furley, too. Thank you for Terri, Chrissy, Larry, Mr. Roper and Mrs. Roper--they're really neat and I like them. And especially, thank you for Janet. She's so great and good and loving and I'm glad I know her. Thanks again. Amen."
When "amen" had echoed around the table everyone dug in. Janet dropped her napkin and pretended to be picking it up as wiped some tears from her eyes while she was down there. Jack had thanked God for her. She was sure that was a big deal.
"You know," Greg said, turning to Jack, "I'm glad to see she's taught you some respect for the Big Man. My grandpa is a preacher and I'm always glad to see respect from those who aren't church-goers."
Before Jack could say anything Chrissy piped that her dad was a preacher and engaged him in a conversation about churches. Instead Jack turned to Janet and grinned. She felt him grab her hand under the table and blushed, though she wasn't sure just why. Everything was going great.
Until desert.
Jerry brought out the variety of pies (Chrissy helped) and they began eating, everyone quickly commenting on how good it was to Jerry. When Chrissy said that she had poured the pudding into the chocolate pie they complimented her, too. But then, the doorbell rang again.
"That's probably Mother," Greg said as he stood and answered to door.
Unlike Greg and Maureen Mrs. Hammond didn't look very nice. She surveyed the room with a sour look on her face. She spotted Mr. Furley's ascot and scowled.
"Come on inside, Mother," Greg said warmly as he took her arm and led her inside.
"I can't believe I finally found the place. I should have guessed that it would be in such a horrible part of town. And the traffic...terrible! Why, I haven't been so close to filthy people since...well, never." She laughed very lightly, but no one else did.
And then something very bad happened. Jack started growling. Janet instinctively grabbed the back of his jacket. "Jack, no. She didn't mean it. Behave, Jack. Be good," she whispered, leaning closer to him.
Jack stopped growling, but he remained tense and looked at Mrs. Hammond with narrowed eyes. "Mother, this is Jack. He's the one I was telling you about," Greg said, motioning to Jack.
"Oh really?"
Mrs. Hammond walked toward Jack. That was a bad idea. He seemed to be sniffing her. Then, without warning, he leaped on her! Maureen leaped off of her chair and screamed, yanking Jamie over to her. Greg gave a cry and grabbed Jack's leg in an effort to pull him off of his mother. Mrs. Hammond was swearing loudly and profusely.
"Jack, no! Jack, off of her! Jack, come here! JACK!" Janet was screaming, tears starting to choke her voice. Why wasn't he listening to her?
Finally Jerry took action. He kicked Jack squarely in the ribs. Jack yelped and and fell off of Mrs. Hammond. Greg pulled her up. She was still swearing, but now her face was as red as a beat and a vein was bulging on her forehead. Greg handed her off to Maureen. "Maureen, get Mother and Jamie out to the car," he said firmly.
Maureen left, dragging Mrs. Hammond and Jamie, who was yelling, "I don't want to go!"
Greg then turned to Janet. His hair was messed up and the kindness had left his eyes. He pointed to Jack. "He had *better* behave better than that at the ball or he's going to be locked up in an insane asylum for the rest of his LIFE!" He shouted, spit flying. "Why, he should be locked away now for that!"
Janet didn't know how to defend Jack. She didn't know what had caused him to do that. Sure, Mrs. Hammond wasn't being very nice, but he knew better! She just nodded and stammered an apology.
"Jack would never purposely hurt someone!" Terri exclaimed, looking furious. "He just attacked your stupid mother because she was being a you-know-what!"
"Hint: it starts with a b and rhymes with 'witch!'" Larry added, looking equally angry.
But they hadn't made anything better. Greg just rounded on them. "My mother's a *what?*"
Larry opened his mouth to say something, but then Mrs. Roper stepped in between he and Greg. "Now, Judge, you saw how good Jack acted before. Terri's right--he would never hurt anyone on purpose. Jack still has some animal in him and the animal in him gets triggered when he sees or smells a cat. You said your mother had to take her cat to a private vet. She must have smelled like the cat, so Jack lost touch with his human side when he smelled her," she said rationally.
Janet didn't think that was a very good excuse for Jack's behavior, but Greg seemed thoughtful. After a minute he smoothed his hair back and regained his composure. "Even so, Helen, his actions were hardly refined." He turned back to Janet. "I won't lock Jack in an insane asylum if I don't have to," he said calmly, the kindness returning to his eyes, "but the government will. I want you to train him well enough that if I brought a cat to the charity ball he would drink tea with it. Understood?"
Janet could only nod. Greg gave a nod himself. He bid them a grim farewell and left.
Jack crawled over to Janet, rubbing his ribs. "Janet, I--"
"I know, Jack," Janet said, not daring to look down at him.
She felt him pawing at her ankles. She remained emotionless. When everyone else had gone into the kitchen to clean up (and probably discuss the night's events) Janet dropped down so that she was eye-level with Jack. "I'm sorry Jerry kicked you in the side, Jack, but he had to to get you off of Mrs. Hammond. You could have seriously hurt her. You'll feel better. You just need some ice and rest, that's all." She smoothed his hair back and gently caressed his cheek with the back of her hand.
He sighed. "I'm so sorry, Janet. I didn't mean to. I--"
"I know, Jack," Janet repeated.
He enveloped her in a hug and she grabbed the back of his jacket tightly. She leaned her head against his chest. "Happy Thanksgiving, Jack."
"Happy Thanksgiving, Janet." As he spoke his breath ruffled her hair.
She smiled and shut her eyes. Suddenly nothing that happened that day mattered. All that mattered was that she stay in Jack's arms for as long as possible.
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Isn't that sweet? Oh, but didn't you hate Mrs. Hammond? I really did. Jamie was cute though. Maybe I'll bring her back for some reason or another. ;) Hopefully the next chapter will come soon! ^__^
