Remember Me - (A Jimmy Fallon Fanfiction)

Welcome To The Family

Jimmy's POV:
We walk to Saturday Night Live hand in hand. It feels so good to be back together again. I missed her so greatly and I didn't even know it. I look down at her and smile. She looks up at me and gives me a light kiss. I get butterflies. I keep ahold of her hand and wrap my arm around her waist pulling her closer to me as we enter the building. Everyone greets her with a smile and she struggles to make eye contact. I whisper in her ear, "it's okay babe. These people won't hurt you and if they try I'll kick their ass." She looks up at me and gives me a light kiss. I smile at her and I get butterflies again. "Awwww," everyone says in unison. She blushes and actually looks people in the eyes. Everyone starts talking to her and I tell her I'll be right back. She nods and smiles. I go to Lorne. "Hey Jimmy what can I do for you?," he says. "Um," I say unsure of how to word this, "there's this girl who taught me everything about being funny and about singing and I know that the auditions for this season are over but could you please go out on a limb and see what she has to offer and consider putting her in the show?" He thinks for a minute.

Him: does she know that you're asking?

Me: no.

Him: are you sure she's good enough to perform on the spot?

Me: positive.

Him: Is there anything I should set up on the stage?

Me: She can play any instrument even instruments she's never played before. She can imitate anyone. She can sing like nobody's business and she fucking hilarious.

Him: Bring her to the stage in 20 minutes and tell her to be prepared for a long challenge.

Me: Thank you so much. I really do appreciate this.

He nods and I run to her. "Babe! You're never going to believe this!!," I say. She turns around. "What?!," she asks sarcastically matching my enthusiasm and a little bit of her old self shines through. I smile and wrap my arms around her waste, "you audition for SNL in 20 minutes and Lorne says to be prepared for a long challenge." Her jaw drops, "how?," she asks. "I have my ways," I tell her winking at her. "Thank you soo much babe! God, I love you." "I love you too," I respond. I pull her closer to me and she wraps her arms around my neck. I kiss her deeply and after a moment I can feel her pushing down a moan so I slowly pull away from her to help her keep from moaning in front of everyone. She bites her lip and I bite mine. "Damn," someone says. We turn towards them all smiling. "Are you nervous?," Will Ferrell asks her. She shrugs, "not really." "What are you going to do?," Molly Shannon asks her. "I'll just wing it," she responds. I could tell no one believed in her. "She'll do great," I say to everyone, "she always does." 20 minutes pass and I show her to the stage giving her a kiss for good luck before I go to the seats with the others to watch. Lorne tells me to sit next to him. "Go ahead," he tells her. She does impressions of twenty different people, tells a ton of original jokes, and she sings three songs. Lorne couldn't stop laughing. Then he asks her to pick up her favorite instrument and she picks up the flute. He tells her to show him what she can do. She does exactly what she did the first day I met her. She does scales, trills, and songs. When she gets done his mouth is hanging open. He speaks after a moment of dead silence, "can you do that on all instruments?" She nods yes. She is struggling to look him in the eyes again. "What about instruments that you've never played before?," Lorne asks her. She nods yes again. She turns around and looked at the instruments on the stage. She goes to the violin. She messes with it for a minute getting the feel for it. Then she does her thing. Everyone's jaw drops including mine. "Holy shit," Lorne mutters. He clears his throat and speaks louder, "how about on an instrument that isn't classical like the electric guitar or the drums. Actually . . . do both." I can really tell he wants to see everything that she can do. She does both. He is sitting on the edge of the seat. "How quickly can you make up a song?," he asks. "Ummm," she says grabbing the guitar. Strum She tunes it. Strum she starts playing