Chapter 2: Tout Ira Bien

Summary: Inspired by the song "Tout Ira Bien" from Jesus Christ Superstar Sixties Holtzbert deal with some accidents the only way they know how, with marijuana and their love for each other.

May 3rd, 1968

Erin sat at her desk as Jillian swung in and jumped on Erin's bed. There were Grateful Dead posters hung as tackily as possible across the room and Erin could only sigh. This was nothing new for Holtzmann to crash on her bed after a long day and they would spend the evening interwined, smoking pot and loving each other.

That had been Holtzmann's influence and her posters of The Beatles had given way to The Byrds and then The Raspberries. The two of them had been roomates since freshmen year and Holtz was the only one she wanted to share room with, the blonde could make some grade-a pot and Erin knew anyone else would rat her out. For someone who was not a chem major, she could certainly grow the leaf and that made them fast friends.

"Hey, get your awky combat boots off my damn comforter Holtzmann." Erin hissed from across the room.

"Sorry if my 'awky' boots just saved your ass from having to drop Francini's class by putting them on his desk during office hours and convincing him to keep you in Advanced Algebra." Holtz retorted as she kicked her boots off and stared at her love-no roommate.

"Are you always in a 'fuck the man' mood or is it just with me? Huh?" Erin said as she pushed her chair and looked at the blonde.

"I'm more of the 'fuck a woman' type?" Holtz replied with a smirk

"Not in those awky boots, not with those ratty clothes, fuck it I'll rip that shirt off later." Erin said as she stalked over there and looked at her roommate, no-wait girlfriend.

"Falling for the Holtzy charm, my babe?" Jillian asked with a raised eyebrow and slightly seductive pose.

"I have standards, boots and jacket. OFF YOU DEADHEAD!" Erin said firm as she slid on her bed and kicked her heels off, peeling her blazer off and smirking.

"I see you are a demanding mistress, Miss Gilbert." Holtz responded with a snort as she kicked her boots off and waited for Erin to get on the bed.

"I'm a future math teacher, dumbass." Erin retorted and gave her a light swat to the head.

"Ok, ok. Fair point but would a mathematician still use the word 'awky'?" Holtz asked as she hung her jacket on the end of Erin's bed.

"It's a thing in Battle Creek, not all of us are from Massachusetts. I-I'm happy we are good, you-make me happy." Erin said as Holtz held her hand close and gave her a knowing smile.

"I want to be more than good and you said you were thinking about it." Jillian replied as she stroked Erin's hair as they lay on the bed.

"I'm yours till the end, Holtz. I, it's my parents and when they find out I won't have a place to go back to. Hold me tighter." Erin said with a sigh as she pulled the cover over them.

"You'll have me." Jillian whispered as she kissed Erin's cheek and held her close.

They snuggled in the warmth of Erin's comforter, both wondering what the seventies had in store for them.

May 4th, 1968

"Jillian!" Erin hush-yelled as she ducked into the lab and ran to her injured friend. There was so much chaos outside that she was lucky to get to the Sciences building intact.

Finals brought out the worst in people, elections be damned. Patty was right, she was always right. The blonde was always working on slightly less legal substances and Patty always said she was going to blow them up someday.

"Erin, sorry about the mess" Holtz whispered as Erin ripped her jacket off and applied the pressure to the wound.

"Hold this." Erin hands her the coat and sighs as she presses her palm to Jillian's forehead.

"I really could use some pot right about now." Holtz said as Erin puts her on her shoulder as they walk back to the dorm.

"Is pot all you ever think about?" Erin asked with a raised eyebrow as Holtz gave her a look.

"I think about you, pot, the amazing guitar stylings of Jerry Garcia, and you." Jillian retorted and Erin had to smile at that, she loved her girlfriend even when she was annoying and okay, Jerry Garcia is an okay guitarist, Erin had to concede on that.

"Are we gonna be okay?" Jillian asked as Erin looked at the blonde's arm as she tied a knot in her coat bandage as they neared Tucker Hall.

"Yes, we'll get some ACE bandages and I'm sure Doctor Gorin can understand why you were late." Erin said as she helped Jillian limp on the stairs up to Tucker and the two of them would be okay.

"Bientôt tout ira bien", Patty would have said to them as they walked up the stairs.

Bientôt tout ira bien (Soon it will be okay) and they would be, it would be okay. The road would be long but soon it will be okay.

Notes: As I finished writing this, I found out my great aunt passed away and I cannot help but feel saddened at her passing. I wanted to get this up before I go and sort things out with family and cousins. She was one of the people who encouraged me when I was in a 'dark' place. Without her, I do not know what would have happened. She encouraged me to write poetry and she is the reason why I can write today. Thank you, merci, danke.
Enjoy and cherish every moment, every sandwich and each other.