#fooling google into thinking i'm a property owner

[shoshiwrites]

May I request for the headcanon ask, Jo x Bucky + winter?

The cabin Jo finds in the back of the Sunday paper is only available the last weekend of the season. Late-bookers can’t be choosers, and it was a last minute decision anyway, trying to get away between Philadelphia and New York and D.C. 

We’ll be traveling again soon enough, Jo thinks. She eyes the books and papers and the closet of clothes they’ll have to pare for Japan. It’s a posting and a deployment and a reporting assignment all wrapped in one, and more, housing she hasn’t seen and people she hasn’t met. And we’ve traveled enough to get to where we are, too.

Maybe it’ll be too cold. Maybe the drive is too long. Maybe they won’t be able to relax.

“You can have it for a discount if you help us close up for the winter,” says the man on the other end of the line. “My brother’s laid up with a broken arm — automobile accident — see, and-” 

Jo listens, she always listens. She thinks. And she says they’d be happy to.

They drive with the windows cracked to the sharp fall air, with extra blankets in the trunk and Lucky snuggled up in the backseat. It’s a pretty little place, right on the lake, with big windows and the sweetest little setup Jo’s ever seen. They meet the man on the other end of the line, and he tells them he’s got neighbors who’ll help bring the dock in and take care of the boat. 

They rake leaves and inspect the gutters, check the windows for leaks and the rafters for mice, make coffee and sway in the kitchen, to the little radio, watch the waves against the lake shore. They’d been planning to get a headstart on leaving Sunday night, but Monday morning looks better — an extra night of the stars in the clear sky, holding each other close in bed, under the blankets, empty mugs on the side table and Lucky curled up at their feet.

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