Lost and Found

Chapter 18

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A couple days later...

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"Well? What do you think?" Alex gestured to the forth story loft as he held Jo's hand, pulling her in further. He watched her carefully for any reaction, she seemed hesitant at first, but the light reflecting in her hazel eyes was hopeful. The last three places they'd checked out, she'd seemed unexcited about, and this one was the last on the list. He honestly didn't really care too much about where they lived, as long as it was with her. He'd told her as much, but still Jo was... undecided.

He watched as she let go of his hand and stepped inside the large space. Light streamed in through a skylight and a large window that led to a balcony. Nothing was defined here, there was a small raised area with a counter and cabinetry against the wall for a kitchen area but other than that... they could make it into anything they wanted.

He thought about the lego model he'd presented her. This wasn't house with a yard and a garage... but it was a start, and it meant something, it was a step forward with their relationship. Alex couldn't help but feel anxious as he watched her. "It's uh, open concept. We could make it into anything..." he started.

"Anything..." Jo repeated.

"Yeah, you know... maybe we could put the bedroom here," he pointed, "Or..." he looked around and moved closer to the large window, but Jo grabbed his hand and spun him toward her.

On her tip toes, Jo kissed him before he could get another word out- "Mm," was all he could say.

"I think... this one." Jo said.

"I think so too." He leaned his forehead on hers.

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"...and 'en she barfed on me." Maggie slurred to the bartender. "M'new sissster is a-a acka ack-o-lic." She pushed her shot glass for him to refill.

He eyed it warily... "And you're not?" he asked.

"Me? Nooooo. Imma cylon!" Maggie banged her fist on the table, knocking her empty glass over. "Imma alien, and this-" she pointed down with her index finger and made a circling gesture, "Is Galactica!" Even sitting down, she swayed. God, she was drunk... she hadn't been this drunk since... ever.

Meredith had called her a liar. After she barfed on her. She said she didn't remember her mother being pregnant. She demanded to know what she wanted from her.

"Okay," He picked up her glass and dropped it in the bin for dirty dishes while wiping the table in front of her. "I think I'm gonna have to cut you off..."

"No... I need tequila! D'ya know, Imma chief of cardio-thor-ass-sick surgergery. I ssave lives! I fix hearts, solve puzzuzles!" Dammit, she just wanted to know about her mother. She just wanted to feel a connection.

"You probably need to be sober to do that."

"Yer prably verry right sirrr" she pointed at him. "But why'd I c'mere? From Boston ofall places... coulda jusst stayed home. Pepple love me there... everabody loves me there... Not here... now they just av- avoid me." Since the secret came out, Meredith avoided her like the plague and while Webber was nice, he didn't quite know what to do with the sudden appearance of a daughter, so there was always a constant awkwardness.

"Well maybe your new sister just doesn't know what to do with you... or embarrased for puking on you."

"You are absoblutely right! no'ne knows what t'do with me..."

"You should eat something, have you eaten something?" He pushed a dish of peanuts toward her.

"Mebbe I'll have some wings..." The wings were good here, she remembered.