“Pissy,” snorted Sam feeling rather high on the very good pills that Doctor Haim had prescribed. 

            “I’m not, worried, tired, just…  Sam, do you ever think before you do something?” asked Jayden.

            Sam grimaced, having known this was coming, wincing at the pain in Jayden’s voice, slightly huskier than CJ’s had ever been, but the similarities were still there.  “I know, Jay.  I…  I just saw Angelica crying, and… all I could think of was what if I’d been able to save Jesse?  Or CJ?”

            “I didn’t mean it that way, Sam,” said Jayden softly as they walked to the car, Jayden unlocked it as they approached.

            “Then…,” Sam began unable to figure out what the heck was wrong with Jayden.  Her walk was different, her voice, something was brewing with Jayden and Sam was at a loss.

            “I filed for a divorce a few days ago,” said Jayden as she opened the driver’s side door.

            Sam nodded, opening the passenger’s door, looking at Jay over the top of the car, “About time.”

            “What?” blurted out Jayden, slamming the door closed and walking around the front of the car.

            “Well, Jay, you’ve never been happy with Mark, I mean… he’s always gone…”

            “Yeah, but you never said anything!”

            “It wasn’t my place to say anything!  I’m your, I WAS your sister in law, and not even really, if you look at it.  We’re great friends because we lost the one person we both loved the most in life, CJ.”

            “Christ, Sam, from now on, say something to me!  If.. if I’d known…  I’d have done this a long time ago…”

            “Me?  You were worried about me?  What am I, fragile?” asked Sam with a hard laugh, waving at the car.  “Get in and drive my ass home, would you, please?”

            “Well, since this is going so well, I might as well tell you now…”

            “God, what?” asked Sam, slamming her door now, thinking it was dramatic and very dyke like.

            “I’m sleeping with Helena Peabody,” said Jayden in a deadpan tone.