Title: Fresh Air
A/N: I've always had a soft spot for Vanessa Nygaard. Maybe it's the Liberty connection. Maybe it's the way that she's bounced from team to team. Maybe it's just because she's so freakin' strange.
Disclaimer/Legalese: The only thing real about this is that Jackie Stiles and Vanessa Nygaard are both Sparks, God help them. Everything else is fictional.
Summary: Jackie sees a familiar face.

 

Only one pair of feet wore Velcro sneakers into a pro locker room. Sure enough, there was Vanessa. "Hi, I'm the temp," she announced. "Oh, hey."

I waved. Sophia didn't. Probably why she sat next to me. "They get many more of us, we'll be the new Fire."

"I'm not staying," she said. "7-day contract. Good thing, I won't have to filter the smog that long."

"You get used to it," I lied.

"I don't want to get used to that crap. I mean, there's SoCal, then there's... this."

Wow. Who'd have thought Va would give me a reality check?

 

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