Hi Guys!
How did everyone enjoy last night? I don't think it's the same without Harry :(
So this is a little something I've decided to do, this may be it, done, or it may continue, depending on what the series brings us! Basically, I found a few of the things Nikki said last night quite interesting, so I thought I'd give Tim Prager (the wee H/N shipper that he is!) a helping hand by coming up with some subtexts! And you know how I love angst!
Don't worry if you're confused! I'll explain as I go along!
Please review if you have time and you enjoyed it!
"Does science really feel?"
This was a very small moment, a sort of, blink and you'll miss it, moment. Nikki said this to Jack when they were all sitting in Leo's office, just after Leo met Jack. However, I though it was quite relevant and it gave me an idea of how she's feeling now.
You are a rationalist. A realist. A scientist. A thinker.
What gives you the right to love?
Perhaps you're being punished. By rights you shouldn't even believe in the existence of such things.
You only believe in what you can test for, what you can see; hormones, chemicals, endorphins.
To see it reflected in someone else's eyes just isn't enough. Or it shouldn't be enough.
You couldn't have been in love with him. That is a ridiculous concept. Something that the complex human mind has made up to make reproducing sound more romantic. To inject some colour into their mundane lives.
Every so often, that belief slips. After you met him.
Jack? You called into the darkness. You had heard the door and simply assumed it would be him.
Yeah? Sure enough, his voice bounced back from the wall of shadow, preventing you from seeing him fully. He had frowned when he steps into the light, watching you sit, feet on your desk chair, hunkered over on the desk.
Do you believe in feelings? You had asked, quite enigmatically.
He looked at you as if to say, what feelings exactly? And raised an eyebrow as if in the hope that they might be for him. He backed off slightly when you said simply, Love.
Well, he started, and you couldn't help trusting him, believing in him, despite him being a decade your junior. It's a bunch of chemicals, but people have to give that a name, don't they? To make them understand? So why, just because we know the ingredients that make the cake, should we not eat it just like everyone else?
Your smile seemed to satisfy him and he swaggered off.
A tiny inch of you hopes he's wrong.
The rest of you knows that he isn't.