The Universe's Mixer

Jo was beginning to wonder if it was humanly possible to prevent someone from leveling a building. A gigantic hulking green thing had managed to do it to her last job.

Not that Jo was running, but to be quite honest, that one incident had convinced her to give up bar tending for the time being. Sure, she got great tips because she was good at her job, but seriously, she only needed one green thing destroying her lifestyle before she knew she had to switch gears. Now came the bigger problem: who in the world would hire her? Blond, skinny, and really not that bulky looking, even if she could wield a mean shot gun. That narrowed down her choices by a lot. She really had no patience for being a waitress, which would have been her other option. The only problem was that if she took a job in one of those places, they'd probably have a short skirt to go with it, and by God she was done with guys looking at her like that. Ellen wasn't there anymore to frighten them off.

Not a lot of her stuff had made it out of the wreckage. What little she had managed to save came from going around the back and pulling out her bag, so at the very least she had some Hunter charms and various other pieces of protect with her. But that wasn't going to get her far either. Stealing a truck, she had managed to stay out the way for a while. But the money was running out, and without a job, she wasn't getting anywhere. Hunting was thankless work.

Sitting on a park bench with her truck parked nearby, Jo wondered if this was a sign that the City wanted her out.

[For Cameron]

Wilson leaned back in his chair, enjoying the quiet that came between patients. He loved working in oncology, especially when he could tell his patients how great their chances were after treatment. He always fought hard for each patient, even when he knew it was hopeless. He had to, it wasn't in him not to fight for them.

But it was always nice when he didn't have to fight and lose.

He picked up the file of one particular 15 year old girl. Allergic reactions to everything. Swelling. Hives. Acid reflux. Weight gain. The worst part was, other doctors had it as normal allergies and stuck her on Benadryl and steroids. Now she was allergic to them too.

It was times like this that he missed House. Wilson knew that while he was a good diagnostician, he had nowhere near House's ability to see to the heart of a problem. That was beside missing him as a friend and as a reminder that this was not, in fact, his home.

He rubbed his eyes and went back over the girl's medical records.