A/N here you go, another chappy! Have a fanvid in the works too...not a Jordan/Garret vid, but the next best thing, and anti-W/J one...
"So why Dallas of all places?" She shrugged at his question.
"I wanted to go to someplace warm and I can't exactly go back to California. Have a friend of mine who I was planning on doing the whole Thelma and Louise thing with." He grinned.
"Go on, that'd make me Brad Pitt, wouldn't it?" She grinned the first real grin he had seen from her since they had rolled into the city. "But why do you keep running?" He asked, this time seriously. She sat down at the barstool and ordered up a beer for her, and he found himself with his usual glass of scotch.
"I've got nothing left, no job, Woody pretty much told me he doesn't care, my father's still gone more often then he's there, there's nothing left." He smiled slightly at her.
"I told you, there's Bug, Lilly, Nigel and me." She looked at him with a twinge of pain in her eyes.
"If you'd have just let me go, this would be so much easier. It would have been a clean break, run and never look back." He stared into her golden eyes.
"Why?" He asked her and she glared back, frustrated.
"I told you why." She snapped before leaning back. "I know you all care and I love all of you but you don't deserve putting up with me, I put all of you through hell, especially you, it's not worth it, what you guys go through for me." He looked at her with a stern gaze.
He wanted to kill those two. Slokum and Woody. They had done this to her, turned Hurricane Jordan into someone that questioned everything that she did. They had gone and turned her back into herself, in all the years he had known her she had fought to shed the self-doubt that she had shrouded herself in, and she had just started to break through and truly be Hurricane Jordan. But here she was again, doubting everything, doubting her very existence.
"Jordan, don't think that way, if you weren't worth it, I wouldn't of hopped the first flight on a no name airline with absolutely no legroom whatsoever. You're not worthless and if Woody's too blind to know that, he's the one that doesn't deserve you, not the other way around." She stared into her beer and stayed silent for a long moment.
"Just go back, Gar, forget about me, I'm not worth the grief I put you through."
"We all give each other grief." He kept a faint smile playing on his face. "You stuck by me when Maggie left, I do remember at least parts of conversations where I was completely wasted and you talked me out of doing some really stupid things." She smiled but shook her head.
"Thanks Garret, but you don't have to, you shouldn't be doing this for me." She may not have thought so, but he did, he was there because he didn't want to loose her again. He was there to talk her out of her own stupid thing, running away and leaving him behind.