A/N: Ok, to get this story, you have to understand where it came from. I'm in San Francisco, California, on vacation, with my mom. Yesterday, I was walking on an over pass over the major freeway here, and looked down at the 8 lanes of traffic I was crossing over and went 'Wow, this would be a good place to die.' And then of course, just thinking about California and depressed-screwed-up people made me think of Jordan, and then I was like 'That would be a good fanfic.' I'm not sure how this is going to go, but I'll write it anyways. Let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: I don't own Jordan or her problems. Stupid NBC people do. But I do own Lisa, and the plot.
Jump – Chapter 1 – Jordan's POVLife is miserable. I don't want to live it. But now I have a plan. I can't believe I didn't think of it before. I mean, I did a bit, when Mom died, but I was ten. How many ten-year-olds go through with something like that? I though about it a couple more times, too. The one time I came closest, Garret stopped me. I was grateful at the time, but now I wished he hadn't stopped me. Because if he hadn't stopped me, I wouldn't have bore witness to two of the worst things of my life.
First of all, who did Woody think he was, thinking I was full of pity? When you grow up the way I did, you don't have pity for anyone. Why couldn't he have just believed me? I loved him, wasn't that enough? I guess not. I went through two months of silent torture. I wasn't myself, I let people walk all over me, I would go home and cry for no apparent reason.
Then, gradually, it was better again. I settled for JD, believing that I couldn't have Woody. But then JD became such an ass, and Woods and I got close again. Very close. Too close for me to handle. But then when JD moved to Washington, I thought everything would be okay. It was, for a while.
When I saw them kissing, I was surprised I didn't find a letter opener in his desk and stab myself with it. Now that I think about it, it would have been a smart idea. I would have died right at the police station, not far from the morgue. Heck, Bug and Nigel could have walked to collect my body. But I didn't do it then. I settled for screaming and crying, having a great old fit. Sure, I was acting like a baby, but you would have been too if you had seen the man you loved, and thought loved you, kissing your best friend. Ex-best friend.
I never wanted to see anyone kiss like that, but two people I trusted? I walked to see if Woody cared to join me for lunch. I got to his office to find him kissing Lisa. Lisa knew about me and Woody. Woody knew about me and Woody. And yet there he was, kissing her like there was no tomorrow. They way I kissed him.
"I can explain." That's what he told me. I'm not really sure what I shouted at him, but it wasn't pretty. All Lisa could do was stand there. The very same Lisa that I had made a pack with the first day we had a crush on the same guy in high-school. If we wanted the same guy, the first one he showed interest in, got him. If he didn't, neither of us would try, and life would go on. I know for a fact that she was studying to be a lawyer when I met Woody. She was in London, far away from Woody and I. And if I do recall, I got a kiss out of him way before she did.
After I stormed out of the prescient, I went home. I was supposed to be on lunch break, but I wasn't planning on going back to work. Ever.
I took a couple of drinks, just so I wouldn't stop myself. Using the internet, I was about to book a flight to LA, when I remembered how many people there knew me. But I knew I want to die in California, so I settled for San Francisco. I'd heard it was a nice place, but had never been there. Now was a good chance. I booked a one-way flight, and three nights stay at a nice hotel. I might as well enjoy it.
So I went there. And I spent the two nights. During the day, I went sight-seeing. When I first got there, I had my cell phone on. It rang, and I almost picked it up. Until I recognized Woody's number. But I vowed to myself I would never speak to him as long as I lived. Which wouldn't be long, but still.
During supper-time traffic on the second day I was there, I got ready. I made sure I didn't have an ID on me. I didn't want to be identified. Let me be the Jane Doe who splattered herself on the freeway in front of an Escalade. I was all ready to do it, too. I'd taken the liberty of moving all my stuff to one box in my hotel room, to make it easy for whoever had to clean it out.
I'd chosen the overpass I liked. It was high. Being a ME, I knew my chances. Slim to none. Just what I wanted.
I was positioned and ready to jump. I was in that final moment before a suicide makes her jump. But I froze. Not because I didn't want to. No, my heart was broken enough that I wanted to. But because I heard the one voice I didn't want to hear. I knew that I would do whatever that voice told me to. Because I'm in love with it.
"Jordan –please- no!"
A/N: Woody's POV should be coming soon. Like in two minutes. If you really want, you can review both. But I do want at least one review from you.