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It took about twenty minutes of being home for Jo to find first Rachel's note on her table and then to get from someone else down the street that Dean's gone.

Jo was still letting out a muttered stream of obscenities as she made it back to her house.

Then, walking into her house, throwing the door wide so it slammed on the wall as she went for her bag, throwing things in it, she screamed, "JACK!"

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[OOC: JO JO JO JO JO! <333]

[OOC: *snuggles you**]

[OOC: *snuggles back cuddleishly* Obviously, I did not think that Rachel and Jo had enough to fight about. Thus: NOTE.]

Jack has this way of getting downstairs that involves more banister that stairs, and more jumping than actual walking. It's very... swashbuckly.

Anyway, now he's in the hallway. "I'm here."

Jo's still fuming and throwing, finishing up one sentence with that inconsiderate egotistical bastard as the feet find the floor behind her and a voice finds her ears.

"I'm leaving. Now. I'm fucking tired of this waiting around and nothing happening. You can come or can stay the hell here."

She's also gesturing through this with the biretta that hasn't made into the bag yet.

"I'll come," Jack says. It's not like he needs to get ready or anything.

"Where?"

"Road House." The gun gets thrown into the bag, before she treks to the kitchen returning with three bottles of water. "Now."

Jack holds out a hand for one of all of the bottles.

"Now is good for me."

He won't ask until Jo wants to be asked.

"Good." A bottle gets trust at him, while her other hand scrabbles for the bag strap. She walked to the table, added a different note to the table where Rachel's used to be. It read:

Gone on business. Back whenever I'm done.

Followed by a frequency number to her travel communicator from Oracle and instructions on how to use the radio downstairs. She had little faith (and little patience presently) with think Ai Ling would know how a radio worked so the instructions were specific.

She turned back around after dropping it, giving the house only one look and then walked back out the door.

Jack grabs a pen and scrawls a similar note, but this one in the Chinese-like language Ai-Ling will be able to read.

"I think she was not happy you left last time," he says as he follows Jo. Just as a heads up.

"Seems to be the thing people do best here," Jo said with a sneer, even though she did have a frown curved into her face while she thought of that as she walked to the car.

She hadn't asked or said anything about it to her.

The bag got tossed inside, before she looked over the car, frown still there. "Unless you think we should bring her with us."

"You're going?"

That would be Ai-Ling, who is returning form out of town on a mission to keep herself from being bored?

"Will you be long?"

Jack gets a sterner frown, like somehow its his fault for mentioning her than made her appear, before some of it becomes smaller as she looked back to her last roommate (finally wondering why the hell Rachel came back just to leave).

"Don't know. I got information about an old stop in my home world still standing here, wanted to check it out."

"Oh."

This is Ai-Ling hanging back a few metres away, looking from Jo to Jack (who is nice enough, but she doesn't like him like she likes Jo and Rachel and Dean).

She opens her mouth to ask to come along, then changes her mind.

"I hope you find it."

See, this? Is why Jack likes men. They don't do all of this 'not talking' stuff.

Except Dean.

"You want to go to the Cooper Farm," he tells Ai-Ling, quietly certain.

Jo gave Jack an odd look at his words, but nodded to Ai Ling. "Thanks."

"The Cooper Farm?" Ai-Ling repeats.

"The farm?" She looks to Jo. "Is Miki there?"

(But it's Jack who nods and says 'Aye')

"I didn't see him," Jo said, shooting a look at Jack as she figured what the first car conversation of the ride would be. "But then I avoided most the world who weren't required."

She gave a shrug. "Check it out. You might like it. At least it'll give you the lay of the land on the other group in the area?"

"OK," Ai-Ling says. Her smile starts grateful and then explodes into joy.

"I might see you when I get back, but have a great time!"

She was doing that 'adorable bouncy smiling thing' again in a way that made Jo grateful whatever Jack meant she wasn't coming. Jo didn't feel in the mood to try and protect someone. Even if that someone could take down a calf alone.

"Yeah. You, too." Jo pulled a door open and slipped inside the Caroline.

"You can hitch," Jack says to Ai-Ling as he heads around to the driver's side. "People'll offer a lift to a pretty girl like you. Get directions from Oracle inside. Good luck, girl."

He grins after her as she rushes inside, and shakes hi head as he starts up the truck.

"She needs not protection."

Jo leaned her seat back, putting her feet against the dash board and setting her arms at her knees. Her brown eyes are narrowed. It's not specifically unfriendly. Just hard and inquisitive.

"Mind reader?"

"Reader," says Jack cheerfully as they head out of town.

"I see the Truth. It's exterior, not an invasion."

She's seen enough of Sam, enough of the end of the universe, that it doesn't send her to the dark longing to hit him place, but it does make her feel uncomfortable that she didn't realize it earlier than now.

"How?"

"How do you see the road ahead? Or hear me talking?"

Jack shrugs, and gives a small snort. "Part gift, part knowing how to look. I told you not because I feared reaction."

Jo's lips pursed, her eyebrows lifting. Then they dropped and her lips smirked.

"Would the expected response be to try to kill you now or to run away screaming?"

Jack turns away from the road and smirks at her.

"Thought I you'd run and scream I wouldn't be here still."

Jo laughed, leaning back in her seat.

"Nice to see I live up to your expectations pre-established by my brain through yours."

She watched the road a little, but not really. Kansas was not the most exciting world especially once one had lived and traveled in it during the last weeks.

"Akin to that, aye."

It'll do, as an explanation.

"Keeping secrets becomes a habit."

Jo looked back over, not losing the laugh but gaining an edge of seriousness.

"Anything else that I would consider pertinently need to know?"

But Jack smiles wider. He knows this isn't going to be a problem.

"Mayhap the name my parents gave me."

Jo grinned oddly, looking curious.

"It can't be much worse than mine."

"Matter of opinion."

He clears his throat, and his voice changes subtly as an act drops.

"It's Ruth."

She had been prepared to laugh and say a very specific sentence, but she had been stumped by the name, except something rather geek like Martin or Edmund or Richie or something outlandishily pirate-like.

Not...well, girlish.

Jo's eyes dropped a few inches and came back up, across his body, his loose clothing, confused but following his words.

The sentence was the same, even though the tone was different, more confused and curious. "It's still better than Joanna Beth."

"Well, aye," Ruth says, with a laugh that's kind of giggly, has it happens.

"Joanna-Beth is charming."

"It's red neck alert," Jo shot back with a smirk trying to come back.

The giggle is strange. But it still sounds like Jack...Ruth. Jack by his so far preference and was still easier.

"I'm thinking that pearl goes one of three ways. One, you're from a world where gendered names are utterly boinked from my worlds. Two, your parents had a horrid sense of humor from your birth and you managed to be awesome regardless of it. Three, it is what I think you just meant it to be."

"Three," Jack explains cheerfully.

"My world, women are all but forbidden from sailing. Bad luck, they'd say."

"Delightfully stupid world, where you managed to be awesome regardless."

Her tone was smug as settling into her seat.

There is a little peripheral glancing as she settling things in her head. Cause there was Jack the guy she's been rather herself with both fighting and flirting, who's suddenly also Ruth the girl she's done all these things with.

Which isn't bad just different for this moment at least.

And that's how Jack likes it. He's silent for a while, letting her think about it, then offers to stick the radio on, happy in the comfortable silence.

Jo shrugged, fingers fiddling with part of her seat belt. "Sure."

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