Disclaimer: I don't own Crossing Jordan, like you guys weren't expecting that! Oh, and I don't own the lyric's to 'Ordinary Day' by Vanessa Carlton either
Note: I'd like to thank a few people: Tracey, for being my beta reader and a super cool friend, and my best friends in the entire world, Jessica Buntt, Rachelle Middaugh, Emily Switzer, Marina Marvitch, Jesse Brummet and Chelsea Nielsen, they're always giving me something new to write. Last but not least, I'd like thank my mom, for always having a smile on her face, even through bad times.
Just a day, an ordinary day
Just trying to get by
Just a boy, just an ordinary boy
But he was looking to the sky
And as he asked if I would come along
I started to realize
That every day he finds just what he's looking for
Like a shooting star, he shines
And he says, take my hand
Live while you can
Don't you feel the dreams?
I ride in the palm of your hand
And as he spoke he spoke ordinary words
Though they did not feel
For I felt what I had not felt before
I swear those words could heal
As I looked up into those eyes
His vision bore all his mind
And to know he's no stranger,
For I feel I've held him for all of time
And he said, take my hand
Live while you can
Don't you feel the dreams?
I ride in the palm of your hand
Please come with me
See what I see
Touch the stars
For, time will not wait
Time will not wait
Can't you see?
Just a dream, just an ordinary dream
As I wake in bed
And that boy, that ordinary boy
Was all in my head
Did he ask if I would come along it all seemed so real
But as I looked to the door I saw that boy standing there with a deal
And he said
Take my hand,
Live while you can
Can you feel the dreams?
I ride in the palm of your hand
Just a day, just an ordinary day
Just trying to get by
Just a boy, just an ordinary boy
But he was looking to the sky.
Jordan flicked the radio station idly after the song finished as she made her way down the expressway, weaving through traffic. Woody held onto partition for his life.
"Dear god Jordan Slow down!" he yelled at her, as she barely missed a white Mazda when she changed lanes.
"I'm not speeded!" she countered, she had to chuckle when she saw how white his knuckles were.
"If we live through this, you're never driving with me again!" he said sharply, as she turned off into the off ramp at the last second, narrowly missing a yellow SUV, soon came a blare of a horn, Jordan slammed her fist against her own horn, Woody jumped he was now almost standing in his seat, his back pressed against the window "God, I know I don't talk to you much since the whole thing with my cousin Nick, but please.... Please let us live." He prayed, or pleaded, either one. Jordan gave a full throated laugh. "You think I'm kidding." Woody retorted to her laugh, "I'm serious, WHO THE HELL GAVE YOU YOUR DRIVERS LICENSE!!!!" he screamed as she sped past a yellow light before it turned red. "Oh I think I'm gonna be sick." He whispered, settling into his seat, shifting to the side that didn't have a hole in it.
She pulled into a unoccupied area out front of the airport, slamming on her brakes, and pulling the parking brake in the same instance. Woody suddenly pounced on her, pulling the keys from the ignition.
"That's it! I'm Driving!" he screamed, still breathing heavily
"Woody." She said in a solicitous tone "you can't drive, your on muscle relaxants, antibiotic's and a little thing called pain killers." He groaned, but before he could get a smart retort in, he heard someone slam their fist on the hood.
"Woody, you're girlfriend drives like a crazy person!" he announced happily, climbing into the backseat, throwing his knapsack in the back.
"Hey, I'm Jordan."
"Finally, I'm Cal, Woody's younger brother." He reached over and ruffled Woody's hair good naturedly, Woody jerked back, pulling on his stitches. "Awe," he let out a small cry and squirmed to find a spot that didn't irritate his side.
"So Woody talk about me a lot?"
"You're all he talks about." Cal stated, Jordan gave him a knowing glance as Woody shyly looked out the window.
"I wish I could say the same for you." Jordan said as she pulled the car out of the parking space. Cal and Woody both grabbed a hold of the passenger side seat as the car jerked the sped up.
An hour later Jordan pulled up to her apartment building, small bits of muddy snow lay on the sidewalk. "Remember, he's not that stable yet... don't let him walk around a lot, and don't no matter the circumstance ever let him run." Jordan demanded as Woody rolled out of his seat, Cal got up and held his arm for support.
"Sure thing Mrs. C," he mocked. "And he'll be tucked in by eight thirty."
"I mean it!" she shouted as she pulled away, leaving behind nothing to indicate she had ever been there. Leaving Woody to only stare at the departing car, wishing she was by his side.
"Come on Princess!" Cal said, prodding into Woody's thoughts of Jordan.
"So she's a hot number." Cal muttered
"Don't even think about it Cal!" Woody scolded, jabbing a index finger at his brother.
"Okay." He said offhandedly, but still had that gleam in his eye.
"I'm serious Cal!" Woody stated.
"Whatever, I wouldn't dream of ever touching one of your girls, especially after you dumped Annie." Cal stated, as they made their way to the elevator of Jordan's apartment building.
"I did not DUMP Annie, it was a misunderstanding." Woody clarified.
"Keep telling yourself that Bud." Cal said patting Woody on the chest sympathetically. "So what do you want to do first, Watch the Badgers on TV, or prank call McDonalds?" he asked.
"Why the hell did I get stuck with you as a brother? Is this a cruel joke? What do I look like... wait don't answer that." Calvin chuckled, his chuckle turned to a deep throated laugh.
"I serious don't answer that." Cal all but through Woody down on Jordan's futon/couch.
"I like it." Cal stated, taking a sweeping glance of the room. "Homey."
Back at the morgue, Jordan was well aware that she was late... very late, and she knew that as soon as those elevator doors opened, Garret would be standing there, waiting, leaning against the receptionist's desk, eyes fixed on his watch. 'Where have you been Jo, we're swamped' she could almost hear him say.
But when the doors parted, he was standing there, instead of the look of pure annoyance; a smile was plastered on his face.
"So?" he asked expectantly
"So what?" she through him a puzzled look, and grabbed her messages from Emmy. She was now juggling her messages, files, purse and a cup of lukewarm coffee.
"How's Woody?" he asked, grabbing the cup of coffee and files from her right hand, a attempt to lighten her load.
"He's better, weak, but starting to go back to the same good ole' Woody we all know and loved... I almost killed him this morning on the expressway." Garret chuckled, giving her a nervous smile.
"Why does that not surprise me? Anyways, I need you in autopsy three, some wacko got drunk and took a tumble off a cliff, thought you might want to take a look at it."
"Gee thanks Garret be there in five." She said as the door closed behind her. Not two minutes later, five figures filled the doorway. Nigel, Bug, Lily, Peter and Devan. The fearsome five.
"Hello Love," Nigel announced in his usual cheery way.
"How's Wood?" Lily asked in a concerned voice.
"He's okay... better." Jordan amended, smiling at her friends.
"Tell him we all miss him." Devan said in more a question form than a demand.
"Will do." Jordan said, dismissing her friends, they all moved on, finding wherever they supposed to be.
When the room emptied, it suddenly seemed so small to Jordan she felt as if all the air had been sucked from her lungs, she felt this gnawing worry eat away at her stomach, she forced herself not to pick up the phone to call Woody. She sighed and picked up the file in the basket set precariously on her messy desk. It was going to be a long day without Woody.