The next morning, Jack woke up at 7, taking a quick shower he left and went first to the corner grocery store, picking up from daisies for Lola; he went next to pick up Dasher from the firehouse. He had never called anyone, for all they knew he hadn't even heard about the incident.

Beep! Beep!

Dasher ran out, his overnight bag in one hand, his phone in the other.

"Hey, man!" He said with a smile as he jumped in the passenger seat.

"Why didn't you call us back! Did you even check your messages?" Jack questioned him.

"My phone died, I thought I had a spare charger at the House, but I couldn't find it… What are the flowers for?" He asked distracted.

"Lola is in the hospital, we need to go sign her out." Jack sobered, as he came to a stop at a red light.

"WHAT! Is she okay? What happened?" James started to panic, sticking his head out the window to look past the traffic.

"I took her out to dinner, and I made her try my soup, and she had an allergic reaction to the shellfish, and she couldn't breathe and was dizzy and I almost killed her!" Jack was getting tearful now. It sounded even worse when he said it out loud.

"MOVE!" Dasher screamed out the window at the cars ahead of them.

"She is okay though, right?" he asked yet again, needing the affirmative response to calm him down.

When they reached the hospital and received their visitors passes, Jack lead the two to Lola's room. James was the first to fling the door open, and just when Jack thought he would run to her bedside and ask her a million questions and hug her and worry about her comfort, he did nothing but stand in the doorway and laugh.

Lola sat in the bed wide awake, looking like a deer caught in headlights, frozen in place, in her left hand was a single latex glove one of her doctors must have given her, in her right a black sharpie marker. The most humorous aspect to the whole visual was the fact that there was at least 13 more blown up gloves on the bed in front of her, each had drawings of faces and feathers on them. It seems their friend had spent her morning making an army of latex turkeys.

After the much needed comic relief, the three were happy to get Lola checked out of the hospital and back home to their apartment.

Speaking only when necessary, and only offering weak smiles when his usual reaction would be a crooked grin; Lola had noticed how quiet Jack had been for the duration of the morning, she doubted James new what was up with their shaggy-haired friend, his attention had been solely on her since the boys arrival, treating her as though she were more fragile than silence. And so, she said nothing of it, waiting for a more private setting.

As they drove back home, Lola called Joffrey, explaining the situation, she promised to be in the following day. Until then she was to rest at home, under James' orders.

"Do you want to come hang out on my couch with me and watch movies all morning?" James asked her through the rearview mirror.

"Absolutely! I need to stop at home first though."

"Yea, sounds good!"

Hopping out of the GMC, the three all went to their respective apartments. Lola showered and changed into her pajamas, wanting to be nice and cozy for the movie marathon, grabbing her favorite blanket, and her teddy bear, she trudged down the hall; however, instead of continuing straight to James' place, she turned left and headed down the stairs to Jack's apartment. Knocking on the door, he was surprised to see her again so soon.

"Lola?-"

"What's wrong, Jack? Why have you been so down?" She asked, skipping the formalities, and her voice concerned.

"I am fine.." He lied.

"No you're not. Ever since last night you have… You don't blame yourself for my allergic reaction do you?" the realization hit her suddenly, "That was not your fault, Jack Ryder, don't you dare argue it!"

She had fire in her eyes and passion in her heart, Jack's expressions remained unchanged.

"I almost killed you, Lo. You might not realize this, but you almost died because of me!"

"It wasn't your faul-"

"Do you know how scared I was? When I saw you were unable to breathe, when you started blacking out. And to know that I nearly lead you to death's door was the scariest moment of my life. I care about you, Lola; you have become one of my best friends. And I don't know how I could ever apologize enough for what happened." He was so earnest, speaking in slow hushed tones, blinking back tears.

Lola's large brown eyes softened, pulling the tall man into her arms she mumbled, "I care about you too, Jack. And I think you are forgetting that you saved my life, not ended it. So please stop beating yourself up about it, because I would not be here right now, if it weren't for you." She pulled away and offered him a small smile which he reciprocated. She reached up on her toes, and kissed his cheek in farewell.

"I will talk to you soon." With a friendly wink she departed back up the stairs.

When she reached his door, she knocked twice and simply walked in, seeing it pointless to wait for him to answer.

"I'm here!" she called out lazily before plopping herself down on the worn leather couch, and curling up in her blanket.

James walked out of his bedroom wearing a white tank and flannel pajama bottoms; he too knew it was time for comfort.

He managed to coax Lola out of her spot on the couch by allowing her to pick the first movie while he gathered the snackage. So she grudgingly heaved herself onto the floor and crawled over to the boys' extensive collection.

Dasher returned a few minutes later bearing popcorn, carrots, candy, fruit snacks, trail mix, and Oreos. Lola however was still narrowing down her choices.

Finally, she got her top 3 pick, and let Dasher make the final decision. After a few seconds debate, the pair agreed on The Lion King.

Lola settled back in the corner of the L shaped sofa, James about 4 feet to her right. The movie began and both friends sang along to each musical number, laughing at each other's theatrics.

"Scar! Brother... Help me!" Mufasa yelled out above the roaring stampede below.

"Long live the King." scars voice low and menacing, spoken close to his brothers face in order to be heard.

Somewhere between munching on her favorite crunchy orange snack and a few witty comments, Lola had subconsciously inched her way over to Dasher. Now they sat next to each other, his arm resting on the back of the couch behind her, while her knees were drawn in to her chest but tilting the lightest bit towards his torso.

She sat staring wide-eyed at the screen; her eyes brimming with tears, Dasher hadn't noticed her distress until he heard a large sniff from his friend when Mufasa hit the ground.

"Are you crying, Lo?" hiding his slight amusement.

"No!" She answered, but the shaky voice and tears, told another story.

He gave her a look, and she rolled her eyes, "He just killed his brother, and now poor little Simba thinks it is all his fault!" she defended her emotions, "That doesn't make you the least bit sad!" She asked incredulously.

James shrugged half-heartedly.

"You are a heartless Robot, James Dasher, you are incapable of love." She said straight-faced before turning away from him.

"Hey! I am very capable of love!" Now he was on the defense, "I love my mom, and my siblings, and you and the other guys of course!"

"Mhmm… Sure you do…" feigning disbelief.

"I do…" He removed his arm from the back of the couch and wraped it around her instead, pulling her in tighter and squeezing her tightly, and exaggerated gesture to prove his point.

"Oii! Dash, I get it! You love me, you have a heart! Now let me go! "She struggled to find a way out of his bear hug, he refused!.

"No! I just love you so much, Lo, I don't think I can ever let you go! You are going to stay right here forever and ever!" He was inflicting his revenge.

She was squirming, grabbing onto the coffee table she tried in vain to pull herself out. But, after 10 more minutes of struggling, Lola gave up and the pair fell to silence for the remainder of the film, Lola still trapped in James' arms.

Forgetting, that she wasn't ever to be let go, James let her up to switch movies, going for The Sandlot this time, when she returned she squeezed herself between him and the edge of the couch, turning sideways to rest her back on the couch's arm, and letting her legs rest against his lap.

The pair watched movie, after movie, after movie, and at around 11 o'clock that night, somewhere during Bridesmaids, Lola drifted off to sleep. Her head resting on James' chest, her knees curled against her chest. James shut to movie off, and gently pried himself away from his sleeping best friend. He just watched her for a second, wondering why his heart started beating really fast, then shrugged it off. Thanking God, Jason was spending the night at his co-workers house; he lifted the tiny girl up in his arms, and walked her over to his bedroom, gingerly laying her down on his bed. He grabbed an extra pillow and set up camp on the couch, setting an alarm for 5 am, knowing Lola would be pissed if she was late for rehearsals, and finally he drifted off to sleep.