It's been a while since I've written much of anything, but I needed to write some Jori so I could get my feels out.
here's a new Jori story. I hope you all enjoy.
"You're leaving me."
It wasn't a question. It was a statement. A truth that hung in the air in front of them, thick and undeniable.
He nodded, refusing to look her in the eye. "Yes. I am."
His eyes shifted back and forth, hands clasped together. "I'm….not happy. And I don't think you are either."
She stood up, walking over to the window. She grasped the sill, her fingers clenched painfully against the wood. She didn't say a word.
He stood up, walking up behind her. "I'm sorry, Jade…" he placed a hand on her shoulder. "But…"
She whirled around, her eyes full of tears and fury. "Don't touch me, Beck. Don't fucking touch me."
He backed off, hands out in front of him. "I just don't want you to be angry with me. I'm…I'm doing this for both of us."
She laughed, the sound harsh and cold. She shook her head. "No, Beck, you're doing this for you. Just like everything you do. You've never given a fuck about me, or how I feel."
He shook his head, eyes tired and heavy. "That's not true, Jade. I always cared. That's why I'm doing this."
Jade's eyes burned with anger as she lifted her hand, and pointed at the door. "Get out. Now."
Beck sighed, turning around, slowly walking towards the door. "This isn't how I wanted this to go." He grasped the door handle, looking back over his shoulder. "I'm sorry."
She stood there, arms crossed tight across her chest. "Fuck you."
He looked at her once more before opening the door. "Goodbye, Jade."
The door clicked shut behind him, leaving her alone in the dark.
The glow of the tv was the only light in the apartment. It cast an eerie light over everything near it. Green, blue.
Jade lay on the sofa, watching the mindless sitcom that played on the television screen. Her eyes were open, staring at the show, watching, but not seeing.
His hand caressed her cheek. "Love you."
She blinked, her eyes coming back into focus.
"Love you, too."
The laugh track on the sitcom rang out.
"I promise. This is forever."
She took a deep breath, shaking quietly.
A loud knocking broke her out of her stupor.
"Jade, open the door!" she heard a voice ring out, followed by more hammering against the door. She ignored it, not moving an inch.
"Jade, I know you're in there! Open the door!"
She gritted her teeth, feeling pent up rage overwhelm her. She swung her legs off the sofa, and walked over to her door quickly.
She grabbed the handle, twisting it and pulling the door open. "Who the fuck do you think you…." She stopped dead when she saw who was standing in front of her.
Tori looked up at her, biting her lip. "Hey…." Her hand made its way to the back of her head, scratching it nervously. "I…didn't think you'd actually answer."
Jade stared at her. "What are you doing here, Vega?" she whispered, hand clenching around the handle even tighter.
Tori moved past her, stepping inside the apartment. "I….just wanted to check up on you."
Jade took a deep breath, not moving to shut the door. "Beck talked to you."
Tori walked into the living room, sitting down on the sofa. "Yes."
Jade stood at the door a moment longer, looking at Tori. "I don't want you here, Vega."
"I know." She leaned back, crossing her legs.
Tori glanced up at her, then looked back at the television. "No."
"It wasn't a request. Leave, now."
Tori didn't bother to respond, instead grabbing the television remote, turning the volume up. She threw an arm over the throw pillow on the sofa, and propped her legs up on the coffee table.
Jade stared at her for a few moments, and then slowly pushed the door shut.
She walked over to the sofa, taking a seat next to Tori. Tori didn't say a word, just moved over a bit so Jade had enough room.
Jade sat there, not moving, not speaking. Her eyes stared straight ahead.
Tori cast a glance over at the other woman, taking it all in. Jade looked….like Jade. And yet, she appeared to be everything that Jade was not. The Jade West that she knew would never have let her in the door. She would have been yelling, and screaming, not silent and submissive. Beck had warned her that she hadn't reacted well, but…this was something entirely new.
She decided to cut through the silence. "I've missed you."
Jade laughed, but there was no feeling to the sound. "Have you? It's only been a year, Vega."
"Yes, I have." Tori leaned back, sinking into the soft cushions. "I've missed all of you guys."
"Well, not all of us can grow up and be pop stars like you, Vega." She turned, looking at the Latina. "You're the one who left, remember? The rest of us stayed behind."
Tori bit her lip, biting back the sharp-tongued response she wanted to say. She swallowed hard. "Yeah. I remember. But I also remember that the others at least bothered to keep in touch with me. You….never did."
Jade laughed again. "And you never thought that maybe that meant something? Maybe that, oh…I don't know…I didn't care?"
"Of course I knew that." She stood up, putting on a stone-faced mask to disguise the hurt that she felt. "But I do care. I wouldn't be here if I didn't."
"You shouldn't be here."
Tori paused, turning her head so she was looking at Jade. "But, I am here. So either accept that, or force me to leave."
Jade stared at her, hands clasped together, knuckles white.
After a few moments, Tori turned away. "Good. I'll make dinner."
An hour later, dinner was sitting on the table. Spaghetti, steam still rising off the noodles.
"It's going to get cold if you don't come in here and eat it." Tori called out, sitting down in front of her own meal.
"Not hungry." Came the reply from the other room.
Tori sighed, picking up her fork. "Fine. I'll just eat your portion then. I do get rather hungry sometimes."
She heard Jade stand up, and smiled to herself.
Jade's head poked around the corner. "Eat my food, and you die."
"Then sit down, already. I didn't slave over a hot stove just so you could sulk."
Jade's face went red. "I didn't exactly ask you to come over and barge into my life, Vega, so excuse me if I don't pity you."
Tori just smiled, twirling spaghetti on her fork. "Are you going to eat, now?"
Jade looked at the plate set on the table for her, and nodded. She pulled out her chair, sitting down.
"Are you going to tell me what exactly you plan on doing here, Vega?" she asked, staring down at her food, idly twirling her fork in the pasta.
Tori swallowed her last bite, and glanced up at her. "I don't really have a plan. I'm here for you. It's not good for you to be alone during this, and I offered to come over."
"You…offered." Jade shook her head angrily, setting her fork down. "Nice." She pushed her chair back, starting to stand up. "Nice to know that you're just doing this as a favor or something."
"Oh, sit down and stop being so dramatic." Tori replied, sticking another forkful of spaghetti in her mouth.
Jade stared at her. "When the fuck did you grow some balls, Vega?"
"Around the same time I walked through your door," came the reply.
Jade hesitated, then sat down. "I'm not going to talk about Beck."
"Didn't ask you to."
"Are you planning on leaving anytime soon?"
Tori shook her head. "Not really."
"You do realize that this is all against my will, right?"
Tori looked up at that, a grin on her face. "Jade, if you didn't want me here, you would have thrown me out already. Don't give me that shit. I know you."
Jade felt a smile creep onto her face. "You've really grown up, you know that?"
Tori nodded. "Yeah, I know." She grinned. "and you've regressed back into an angsty teenager."
"Oh, fuck you." Jade finally took a bite of the spaghetti, her face lighting up. "You know…this ain't half-bad, Vega."
Tori raised an eyebrow, leaning forward. "Did I just get a compliment from Jade West?" she leaned back, raising her arms in the air. "The apocalypse must be upon us!"
"Oh, shut up. I've complimented you before."
"Yeah, like, years ago at Nozu when Sikowitz made us go on that date."
Jade smiled at the memory. "That was an interesting night."
"You can say that again…." Tori stood up, grabbing her empty plate. "Hurry up and finish eating. I want to watch a movie."
"Can't you do that without me?"
Jade rolled her eyes. "You know, I think I'm getting the short end of the stick here, Vega. You get movies and a nice apartment. I get spaghetti and an irritating wazzbag."
Tori stuck her tongue out at her, walking into the kitchen.
Jade shook her head, turning back to her meal. "Damn…"
"My house, my movie." Jade stated as she walked into the living room. Tori looked up at her from the couch.
"Fair enough." She replied, watching as Jade bent down in front of the tv, opening the cabinet on the tv stand.
Jade grabbed a movie, slipping it into the DVD player without letting Tori see what it was.
She stood up, walking over to the couch, throwing herself down on it.
Tori glanced over at her, hesitant. "What are we watching…?"
"You'll see." She replied, an evil grin on her face.
Moments later, the movie came on, and the title splashed across the screen. The Scissoring.
"Hell yes." Jade lounged back, legs thrown onto the coffee table.
"Great." Tori shrunk down into the sofa. "Just great."
"Hey, my house, my rules. And the number one rule is that The Scissoring will not be insulted."
"No insults here…." Tori grabbed a pillow, holding it tight against her chest.
Jade's grin grew wider. "Good. Now shut up and watch."
Two hours later, and multiple murders later, the movie was over.
"Well, that was…." Tori looked over at Jade. "Oh."
Jade was fast asleep, curled up into a ball in the corner of the sofa.
Tori sighed, standing up. She walked into Jade's bedroom, grabbing the blanket off of her bed. She came back out, and draped it over the sleeping woman.
"Goodnight, Jade." She whispered, sitting back down on her side of the sofa. "I hope you sleep well."