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Jack Donaghy flew awake, his heartbeat off the charts. Gasping for breaths, and feeling like he'd just been on a roller coaster, which in some ways, he had, he had a feeling he was about to put a psychologist on speed dial. Looking around slightly fearfully, he almost had a heart attack when he found Jonathon looking at him intently from the floor. "You rang sir?" the assistant said eagerly as he patted at the stained carpet.

Right. The scotch.

Jack mumbled something that might have resembled a reply as he lurched up from his chair and dashed for the door. Knowing he was back in his time wasn't helping things. He almost tripped over his own feet and froze in the spot when his office door suddenly flew open.

Liz Lemon dashed through with a clipboard in her hand. Slamming the doors shut behind her, she braced herself against the wood. "Nancy and Avery are both on their way up and your mother is on the phone," she said breathlessly, holding out a previously unseen mobile. "You really need to make up your mind Jack."

This was all happening too fast.

He was speechless. "And why are you looking at me that way?" she concluded, her brow furrowing just that way as she thrust the phone out to him once again, a loud knocking sound coming from behind her. The doors threatened to open and Lemon threw the phone at him as she turned and pressed her palms at the door. "Do something Jack!" she cried.

Allowing the phone to fall to the ground – it was only Colleen after all – Jack looked back toward his desk where he could see Jonathon's suit-clad bottom high in the air as he scrubbed fiercely at the stain on the carpet. Yep, this was his reality. He turned back to the door and found himself face to face with two very angry women as Liz retreated off to the side in safety, hugging her clipboard to her chest.

He took a moment to view them all – visions of his ghostly past, present and future – and was still somehow wordless. Grow a pair, his inner self ordered. He wasn't so sure who was doing the orders next though when he walked straight past the yelling Nancy and Avery and pulled Lemon into his arms.

Shocked, the writer didn't respond for a few seconds before she reciprocated. Her arms went around his neck and the pain of the clipboard hitting his back didn't bother him as he furthered the thoroughly enjoyable enterprise.

Parting, Lemon blinked and he was struck by how brown her eyes were. "If you just did that for show," she warned, raising her finger, "I know where you live." He refused to let her back out of his grip as her nervousness set in and predictably she couldn't shut up. Pressing his lips to hers, he found he now had a new way to silence her. "Well, that explains one thing," said Liz faintly when they parted once again. "Colleen was right. I have already met the man in my life."

Colleen. His mother. "Why are we doing this?" he asked, somewhat unable to believe it.

"I have no idea," replied Liz as she threw the clipboard onto the floor and pulled him in once again. Jack hitched one of her legs around his knee and pulled her flush against him as they made out.

Nancy stormed out with a promise that she would never see him again, Avery stormed out with a promise that his career would be done and Colleen's voice came up from the ground on the abandoned mobile that if someone didn't start speaking to her soon, she promised they'd all regret it. "Unless Jackie's chosen that is," she added gleefully.

Behind them all, Jonathon's jaw dropped.

Finito.