for Jackson [AU]

MacKenzie is a little used to island weirdness at this point but when she wakes up and feels soft, soft sheets and the rumble of central heating, she knows something's gone awry again. She carefully cracks open one eye and sees the interior of her midtown apartment. There's a warmth by her side and she peeks, relived that it's Jackson curled in bed next to her. Good. She's just been sent home for a little while and not permanently or, at least, not without Jackson.

"Jackson? Wake up. We're in New York again."

She's really not sure how this works but she's not inclined to question it too closely.