A/N This is just a little thing that came to my mind after tonight's ep...it's a little spoilerish so go watch that epi first. For once it's not G/J romance, even though it does feature Garret and Jordan...just him being her bestest girlfriend. So no, no romantic bits. but it's still good...you might want to have seen Dead or Alive as well...I don't own Garret or Jordan...but anyway, enjoy this!
I took a long sip of the scotch that he offered me. "You don't mind, do you?" I ask and he shakes his head with a small smile.
"Not at all." The warm liquid calms the shaking in my hands just a little bit. "You alright" I laugh.
"As good as I suppose I'll be." He's got a strange look in his eye as he takes a long gulp. I lean against him, searching for comfort, for warmth and he provides it. He wraps his arm tightly against me as I shake slightly at the thought of it, of everything that had just happened.
"You sure you're alright? You wanna talk about it?" I consider saying no, but the words are right there.
"I could have. She said that we all have a killer inside of us. It would have been so easy to pull that trigger-I could have done it, blown her brains out. And I would have gotten away with it. I would have killed her and had nothing happen to me." He holds me close as the tears start to fall.
"But you didn't. You're not that kind of a person Jordan. What was it you told me? We all have to cross that line, it's just a matter of how far we cross it? You know what's right, you never would have done it." I smile up at the memory of this same discussion that we had had. Only it was him on the other side.
"I could have though, the gun was in my hand. I wanted her dead. The only thing runnign through my head wasn't that it was bad to kill her. I wasn't thinking that if I killed her I'd go to hell. I wasn't thinking if I killed her I'd have to explain things away to the cops. I was thinking that if I killed her I wouldn't be any better than her. That I would be just like her. That I would be her." He pours me another glass as I drain my own.
"You weren't going to kill her Jordan, you never could. You're not a killer inside. Everyone has it in them to kill, but it takes a lot, it takes more than a small set up. There's only a few people in the world I would kill for. Anyone else and it would be extreme. And you're like that too Jordan. You're not going to kill someone because the opportunity is there and you have a reason. You need a damn good reason. You're not a killer. You're not a psychopath." I look up at him, smiling faintly. "Sometimes we just need to cross that line to realize that we really are normal." He kisses me on the forehead and goes over to the closet to pull down a blanket and an extra pillow.
"Now go, you take the bed, you've been through a lot, I can sleep on the couch." I kiss him lightly on the cheek and walk up the small flight of stairs to the bedroom.
"Thank you Garret, for everything." He smiles.
"That's what friends are for. Besides, I remember you doing the same for me." I slide in between his soft sheets, holding a pillow close, it's something comforting. And I know that he's down there, that no one is going come out of nowhere and stab me, kill me. That he's standing guard downstairs, that he'll stop anything. He's my best friend, my protector.