A/N-I didn't think of Jodan realizing that his mind would drift to family vacations. Her intentions were to only get him out of the house and there's not much else you can do in the middle of nowhere Vermont in the middle of winter aside from ski...Oh, and don't get too comfortable with getting better Garret. He's yet to bottom out. Anyway, make me happy when I get home from PSAT's and five hours of Red Scare...PSAT's, football game, and then rehersal for Music in Motion (which if you're in the Trenton/Princeton area you should go to, it's hosted at Steinert in Hamilton, and it's really fun! 2pm on Sunday!)

Maybe the songs that we sing are wrong
Maybe the dreams that we dream are gone
Bring it on home and it won't be long
It's getting better man!
Hey! what was that you said to me?
Just say the word and I'd be free?
And when the stars are shining bright
We're getting better man!
And crashing in upon a wave
It's calling out beyond the grave
And we're the fire in the sky
We're getting better man!

Oasis-It's Getting Better

He sat there on the couch, watching the news. He really didn't care what was going on in the middle of nowhere where he was, but it was something, it was either FOX news, NASCAR, or some bad show about bed hopping doctors. He went with the news. She was curled up in the love seat. It had almost become custom for them.

He really didn't care about a random skiing accident that had happened that afternoon, or how much snowfall the little town was going to get. But still, it was at least mildly more entertaining than either of the other options. He took a sip of the hot cocoa that she had prepared, claiming that the only way to end a day of skiing was with hot chocolate.

And he had to admit, it was pretty good. It wasn't coffee, and it definitely wasn't scotch, but it did compliment a cold winter night. A log in the fire, hot cocoa, they looked the picture of a tacky Christmas card. His attention snapped into focus when he heard Boston crop up on the news.

They watched with rapt attention at the story. A car crash gone horribly awry-a massive pileup, they were estimate almost thirty cars. "Didn't this happen on an episode of ER?" Jordan asked as the news anchor started to read the current statistics.

He got up at one of them, and started for the bedroom. "Where are you going?" She asked and he looked back at her.

"There's at least twenty people dead Jordan, when they're dead, they go to the morgue, and last time I checked, the chief is usually there for a mass casualty." He said, grabbing his bag from underneath the bed and starting to throw clothes into it.

"Give me a minute to pack." She said, and she disappeared into her own bedroom. He didn't want to leave. He liked this place. He had to grudgingly admit it. But it was so far away from everything, from everyone. He didn't have everyone there to make sure he was alright, commenting on his lack of sleep. He didn't have anything to worry about up here, just Jordan looking over his shoulder.

He finished packing and waited for her by the door. "What about Rene's car?" She asked as he started for hers. He walked back inside and grabbed the keys.

"Follow me back." He said. She gave him a look, he could see the slight apprehension in her eyes. "Trust me, Jordan." His tone was soft and gentle and she looked once between the car and him.

"Don't do anything stupid. I'll be right behind you." She said and he smiled slightly, tossing his bag on the backseat of the car and starting it, pulling out and onto the highway.

Once he was in the car down to Boston, he let his thoughts travel. He had nothing really to focus on, the traffic was light and his thoughts kept drifting back to what had happened over the past few days. At least Abby wasn't creeping up in his mind, that was a good thing, he wanted to make it back to Boston without Jordan freaking.

He checked the rear view mirror to ensure that she was behind him and found her to be barely a safe following distance behind. He gave her a wave and a smirk and she simply smirked back He had the radio on full blast, somewhat upset that he hadn't brought any of his music with him. He could use some Charlie Parker right now. Instead he was stuck listening to some rock band sing about something.

But it was keeping him awake and half focused on driving. He was half focused on driving and half focused on remembering what had happened. For once, he had spent the better part of an hour both awake and not craving a drink. That had to be something good, right? Maybe she had done something good for him this week, maybe she had helped pull him out of his slow decline.

She helped to pull him up from the bottom. He wasn't quite as bad as he had been. He was recovering. She had been there for him, the one to save him. He'd be dead if it wasn't for her, he did owe his life to her. She was the only one who had chased after him, the only one who had tried to help him.

And he had tried to push her away, but he had to admit, if she was one thing it was stubborn. She hadn't given up even when he had tried to completely shut her out. She was always there for him. The lump in his throat for the first time in months was forming for a reason that wasn't Abby.

She had seen him at his most vulnerable. She had been there, pulled him close as he completely broke down. He hurriedly wiped his eyes on his sleeve. He was getting emotional recently. He, Garret Macy, the man who was always the stoic, showing something that was a real emotion. He smiled faintly and pulled to a stop in the parking garage of the morgue.

It would not do for the staff to see that he'd been crying, he was their leader, fearless and strong in the face of an emergency. He stepped out of the car, the proud stance coming more easily than it had in months. He didn't need to force all of his outward confidence anymore, slowly but surely it was returning to his stature.

First his humor and now his confidence. Whatever she had done had worked wonders, and he had to bite back a grin. She walked up to him. "You ready for this?" She asked and he nodded. It was now or never, time to face the music.