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A/N: I suck at updating I know. Sorry too much to do (too much reading of other Fanfictions ) and not enough time. Enjoy
Homecoming
Jack drove into the driveway of his home. Lost in thought. The car ride home had been quiet. When Angela showed up at The Jeffersonian early he had been delighted. He crossed the floor to engulf her in a huge hug, kissing her cheeks, hairs, lips every part of her he could reach. And Angela had smiled at him wanly. She looked exhausted and sad. Once Jack took a moment to stop and look at her, he faltered. He had never seen Angela look quite this way before. It disquieted him. He suggested he take her home. She clearly needed some rest.
As soon as they got in the car Angela closed her eyes. She didn't say a word the whole trip home and Jack assumed she had fallen asleep. But when he pulled the car up to the front steps her eyes opened. She turned to him and smiled. A weak, unhappy, un Angela smile. Jack got out and grabbed her bag from the back. By the time he reached Angela's door she had already let herself out and was walking up the steps. Jack took the stairs a couple at a time to catch up so he could, in true gentlemanly fashion, open the door for her.
They walked in to the huge foyer and Jack dropped Angela's bag at the base of the stairs. He suggested she go into the den while he got them both something to drink from the kitchen. Angela headed off as Jack made his way to the kitchen. He decided on hot chocolate, coffee might keep her awake, when she could do with some sleep. He was beginning to feel uneasy. He had expected Angel to be happy to see him, but that didn't seem to be the case. He tried to recall a time when Angela had ever been sad. He had seen her angry, seen her mischievous, and usually he had seen her happy. The only time he remembered seeing her sad was after Kurt died and when …… she had to tell someone something she knew would hurt them.
Jack gulped. What was Angela going to tell him?
He walked slowly back to the den, carrying two mugs of hot chocolate. When he got there he found Angela standing staring out the window. She turned at his entrance and he gestured for her to sit on the couch, before placing the mug on the coffee table in front of her. Angela raised her eyes to Jack and nodded her thanks.
"You look how I feel" Jack said, trying to keep his voice light. Blocking out the dread that was beginning to fill his heart.
"I could say the same" Angel returned, not looking at him, but rather reaching out for her drink.
"Well that bed of ours," he began "seems so big when I am in it by myself." He smiled as he looked at her. A Jack smile, cheeky and warm.
Angela looked up from her coffee and smiled in return. But not an Angela smile, full of warmth, from the heart. A weak smile, that didn't quite reach her eyes. Jack walked towards her and sat down on the couch. Next to her but not close. He didn't want to crowd her and his head was again spinning with possibilities as to why she looked so sad. He reached his arm along the back, and at the same time Angela laid her head back so it was resting on his arm.
They sat is silence. Jack didn't know if he should talk, or just let Angela compose whatever it was she was going to say. He peeked a quick glance her way and saw her eyes and cheeks glistening. It nearly broke his heart. Angela rarely cried. She was so full of life and hope, such an optimist, there wasn't often occasion. And now seeing her so sad was unbearable. He would do anything to stop the pain, but wasn't quite sure what.
They sat for a few moments and Jacks head again went into overdrive. All the terrible possibilities his mind had been conjuring up, all the insecurities that had resurfaced over the last few days again came bubbling to the surface. And no matter what way he looked at it he came to the same conclusion Angela was sad because she had to tell him, that seeing Barrasa again had brought back all the reasons of why she married him in the first place and she was leaving him.
Jack sighed quietly. He couldn't move. The thought of losing Angela was almost too much for him to bare. But he couldn't stand to see her like this either, so decided that he would do what he had to, to make her smile again. He would let her go.
So busy was he in his own head he didn't notice that Angela had moved closer, her head now lying on his shoulder. When he realised he put his arm around he shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"I am so sorry Jack," Angela began.
Jack was barely listening. He was finding it hard to sit there, knowing what was coming. He could basically hear her voice in her head, telling him she was leaving. It took a moment to realise she was actually still talking.
"I tried. I really did. I talked, I cajoled, I pleaded. I told him how happy I was. What a great guy you were. But nothing worked."
What?
"I thought if I explained who you were, what you did, how you made me feel, he would understand. But he seemed to know so much about you already, even about the Gravedigger. I even tried appealing to his better nature – you know 'If you really cared for me you would want me to be happy'. I even begged. But he is adamant . No divorce."
Jack was stunned. Did he hear her correctly, she was sad because Barrasa wouldn't sign the papers? Was that it? He let out a very girlie squeal. It escaped his mouth before he had a chance to censor himself.
"Jack did you actually hear me? For someone who has just been given really bad news you seem inordinately happy"
"Oh Baby, its okay!" the glee in his voice was evident.
"Jack!" Angela said, standing her hands found her hips and her eyes narrowed "What? You thought I was going to run away with Barrasa? You think that little of me?" Anger flashed in her eyes.
"NO" Jack declared as he too stood quickly, making Angela take a step back, hands dropping from her hips in an attempt to steady herself. "I think a lot of you. I have thought of nothing but you! But my minds been going crazy Angie," he reached out and took her hands in his. "All the insecurities I had, all the nerd, science geek fears of not being worthy of someone like you came upon me and……" he kissed her hands, "I love you. Sometimes I find it hard to believe that you could actually love me back"
Jack bowed his head contritely. Angela let out a slow breath. Shaking her head she reached up, and cupped his chin. Forcing him to look in her eyes. She smiled. A real Angela smile.
"Well I am a bit crazy you know," she began moving closer still, hands going around his neck. Jacks arms slid around her waist automatically "I fell in love with a bug loving, conspiracy mad science geek."
"I am sorry Babe" Jack stated quietly "But we will work this out. If you want a wedding. You will get a wedding"
Angela smiled again and leaned in and kissed him. Sighing. Looking happy again.
"C'mon, let me take you to bed"
Angela raised her eyebrows at Jack.
"Just to sleep baby, just to sleep."
Angela let herself be guided by Jack. He took her out of the den, across the foyer and started up the stairs, an idea of how to get Angela her wedding beginning to form in the back of his mind.
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