Last Chapter: The thing was that it was easy to imagine. We'd be sitting in the basement with Foreman and Donna, Jackie sitting in my lap with my arms around her and we'd be watching television. It was a totally reasonable vision that I could see happening in the near future.

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Jackie had fallen asleep in my lap. Before I knew it I had fallen asleep too, and in a very bad back position. I woke up the next morning with my back aching.

Slowly I tried to shift Jackie around in my lap, but I wasn't very successful because she started to wake up.

She yawned and looked around. Her hands came up to grip her head as she moaned. "Ow, my head," she whined. I smirked and shifted so Jackie fell between my legs onto the bed.

She was leaning over so I lifted my left leg over her head and onto the floor. I stood up and went into the bathroom.

"Shit," I heard Jackie say from out in the room. I quickly flushed the toilet and washed my hands before joining her. "What?" I asked reaching for a beer.

I popped the lid and returned my attention back to her. Jackie was quickly trying to find her left shoe without much luck. "I, uhh, I got to get home quick," she said looking behind the bathroom door.

"Why?" I asked stretching out my back. It cracked and I suddenly felt a lot better. She stopped to look at me quickly before resuming her search.

I knew where her shoe was, but I didn't feel like telling her. It was in the corner behind the chair.

"I just have to get home and take care of some business," Jackie said looking under the desk against the wall. Unexpectedly, she stopped her search and turned to face me.

"I'm really sorry about last night," she said blushing.

"If you want to, you know, we could do it now." She averting her eyes and blushed deeper. "You won't even have to pay me for being so weepy last night," Jackie added looking at my face again. I made a look of deep thought as she stood there expecting an answer.

"Naw, it's okay," I said taking another sip of my beer.

I heard a quiet sigh as Jackie thanked me.

I walked over to the corner near the old, English-looking chair and grabbed Jackie's shoe. She looked relieved as I handed it to her and she quickly put it on. I grabbed out jackets and helped her put on hers. We left the room and walked down the stairs.

I returned the key behind the counter and we walked out.

Since Jackie had no way of getting home, and I didn't want her taking a cab, I drove her. Her apartment wasn't as nice as the hotel I was working at, but I guess it looked better on the inside, like she had said.

Jackie thanked me and kissed my cheek. I wasn't expecting it, so I naturally froze a little, but thanked her for even deciding to get in the car with me.

She walked up to her door, glanced back at me quickly, smiled, and then walked through the door.

I sighed, knowing what was waiting for me when I got home, and then pulled out onto the street. I wasn't watching my left and I check to see if anyone was coming from my other side, and that was when I was side-swept.

He hit my car in the back, so thankfully I wasn't hurt, but I still got banged up. It was a truck and a drunken guy that hit me. I was tired and hadn't seen him coming from my left and that shocked me.

I was always the careful driver and the one who buckled up. I cringed as I took off my seatbelt, knowing that dislocated something, and then as I opened my door and tried to get out, my right foot wouldn't move.

A sure sign that it was broken. I lunged my body out of the car and carefully hopped over to the other guy's car. His window had shattered so the shards cut up his side, and he had hit his forehead on the steering wheel, which knocked his unconscious.

I frowned as the smell of hard liquor hit my nose and the stale smell of cigarettes mixed in. I slowly waddled away from the car and to the apartment complex. Jackie was sure to have a phone.