“What are you doing?” Topanga asked as she sat down on the couch next to Jack. She rolled her shoulders as she pulled off her suit jacket, letting it fall behind her. Her head was pounding from all the work she was doing in the research lab. He looked up from his computer at his partner. His fingers still typing.
“I’m working on a new chapter,” Jack muttered, turning his attention back to the page, his long fingers speeding up again.
Topanga let herself fall against the couch sideways as she closed her eyes. She lifted her long legs to the sofa and curled them behind her, making the rhythmic typing lull her into a calm she hadn’t felt all week.
“How is hair, boy?” Jack asked, his typing getting faster. Her eyes popped open at the question. All the tension that went away came piling back on.
“Jack, how many times do I have to tell you…”
“His perfect hair. Perfect clothes. Perfect detecting skills. I think his cousin is James Bond.” Jack muttered his fingers, going even faster across the keys. Topanga sighed as she sat up to stare at Jack. He kept typing as he turned his head to look at Topanga. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“You are insane,” Topanga said, scooching herself down, letting her feet and legs moving into his lap, interrupting his typing. He sighed and looked away.
Topanga moving so she was close to Jack’s ear, her legs entirely across his lap as he tried to hold onto his computer. She could see his eyes looking over the bullpen. Looking for Ethan. She sighed as he leaned in close as she could. “I choose you.”
Jack’s head whipped around to face Topanga. “Not for long.”
“What makes you so sure about that?” Topanga challenged as Jack picked up his computer to place it on the table in front of them. Topanga kept her legs there. To keep his close.
“Ethan is perfect. Someone you love –”
“Loved. Never really loved.” Topanga admitted, her green eyes looking down at her ring finger. Remembering what she wore there. Long after she thought Ethan was dead.
“You don’t know that,” Jack whispered. Topanga looked up, grabbing onto Jack’s hands and holding them tightly in hers.
“I know that if you were to ask me to run away with you to Vegas. I would.” Topanga said, giving him a big smile. That memory playing back in her mind. Something she never told Jack but should. Someday. Jack smiled back at her.
“What does that mean?”
“You changed everything. I thought I wanted. What I thought I should be doing. You changed everything.”
“For the worse?” Jack joked lightly as he let go of her hand. “Have a headache?”
Topanga nodded as he pushed her legs off his lap. She knew what to do. She moved to lay her head in his lap as he reached down to start rubbing her temples slowly. She felt her eyes flutter closed as he applied some pressure.
“Better?” He muttered as she hummed in approval. “You know, Topanga, you have changed everything for me too. I think…I know…I know I lov—”
“TOPANGA! I THINK I SOLVED IT!” Ethan’s silky voice rang out around them on the speakers. Topanga’s eyes flew open as Jack sighed in annoyance.
“He is the worst voice of god I’ve ever heard. He is so dying in my new novel.” Jack muttered.
“Come on. Let’s see what James Bond junior wants.” Topanga said as she lifted herself up off his lap and stood. She grabbed her suit jacket and threw it on looking towards Jack, who still hadn’t moved. “I need my partner with me.”
Jack stood up and collected his computer from the table. “Yeah, but for how long?”