Title: Into-Me-See

Author: Mindy

Rating: K+

Disclaimer: Tina's et al.

Pairing: Jack/Liz.

Spoilers: minor, "The Collection", "The Bubble", "Apollo, Apollo".

Summary: Liz has Donaghy issues. Jack has Lemon problems.

A/N: An experiment in dialogue.





"You know the whole not-talking-to-Jack thing?"

"Let me guess -- it didn't stick?"

"Let's say it didn't exactly go according to plan."

"In what way?"

"Well…currently, I am talking to Jack, aswell as working with Jack, sleeping with Jack, dating Jack, and, if that weren't enough, pretty much falling in love with Jack."

"Is that right?"


"And how's that working for you?"

"I gotta say, it's…workin' pretty well."

"Do you want to tell me how this came about?"

"It was pretty sudden, to tell the truth."


"Basically, Jack just showed up at my door one morning, before I was even dressed. For whatever reason, he'd got it into his head that he just…couldn't be without me."


"I mean, he's sort of said it before. But…"


"I never totally got what he meant….you know, until he spelled it out. By making out with me. And, um…so forth."

"Would you prefer me to guess what 'so forth' means?"

"Guess away."

"So, you're saying that in an effort to not share so much with Jack you actually wound up sharing everything with him."

"Yes, I did."

"And do we feel good about this turn of events?"

"Yes, we do."

"I'm assuming Jack feels equally good about it?"

"Honestly…I don't think I've ever seen him happier."

"And, if I may be so bold--?"

"It's your office."

"How are things in the bedroom department?"

"I knew that question was coming."

"You know how this goes, by now."

"I do."

"I realize this is all fairly new, but how are relations between you and Jack?"

"Objectively and non-objectively?"

"If you like."


"Well, that is excellent news."

"I know, right? I might not be as screwed up as we thought. I like sex! Or at least I like sex with Jack."

"As he is the man you are currently dating, he is the only one that matters."

"He is the only one that matters. Because when I say 'like', I mean…"


"Yes! It's so weird. I'm not the only one either, you know…enjoying…things."

"I see."

"Now! There was subtext to that 'I see'. I heard it!"

"I admit, there was some subtext to that one."


"The subtext being, that it sounds like you are a very loved woman."

"You have no idea."

"I think I may have."

"You don't…seem very surprised by this."

"Were you surprised by it?"

"A little, yeah."

"Which part? That Jack might love you? Or that you might love him?"

"Both, I guess. I'm still getting used to both ideas."

"That's perfectly normal and understandable."

"It is?"

"Of course."

"But…you think this is…a good thing, right?"

"Are you asking for my approval, Liz?"

"Sort of."


"It sounds stupid."

"That's why we say it aloud."

"I guess I want some sort of assurance that I'm doing the right thing. That we're doing the right thing. That we won't screw it up."

"Well, first of all, there is no right thing. For anyone. There is only what feels good for you, and for Jack. Does this feel good for you?"

"So good it scares me."

"That should pass."

"It already is, I think."

"And why's that?"



"Because…it's Jack."

"Hm. Second of all, Liz, there's never going to be any assurance of success in a relationship."

"I know."

"But from where I sit, it seems that you and Jack not only love each other a great deal, you also like each other. I see no reason why you can't be very, very happy together."

"Can I ask you one more thing?"

"Of course."

"If I'm happy and well-adjusted, do I need to keep coming to therapy?"

"That is entirely up to you, Liz."

"It's just…I've become a little attached to your couch."

"We can get you past that."

"Oh, good…No offence."

"None taken. You are welcome to visit me and my couch as often or as seldom as you wish. And nothing pleases me more than seeing my patients happy and moving on with their lives."

"You didn't even need to whip out the straightjacket once either."


"Can't you let one go?"

"It would be remiss of me to allow it."

"Fair enough."

"So tell me, then…how does it feel?"


"Having it all."

"Oh. Well…it feels alot like not having it all. Only better. Way, way better."