Title:
Miss Sunshine
Author: Rinne
Disclaimer:
Don't own anything, not being paid.
Spoilers:
Faith
Genre: Gen
A/N: This was written for a het challenge on LJ, but somehow didn't end up being het. It's meant to be told from a female character's pov, what they love most about one of the boys. Also, I'm going to be writing the occasional story with a couple of other authors under the penname inkson. We currently have "Three times Sam Winchester wasn't possessed" up, so go and read!
She'd thought that she'd be able to deal with this better, once she'd seen more, got more experience. After all, life is pain and tragedy, and she'd known that before she got into this profession. For every tragic story, there's one that's more tragic, and she's seen her share of it all.
But it wasn't the fact that he was young, or the fact that it would be a tragic waste of genes, as another nurse had said. If she looked past the paleness and the tiredness that screamed pain and a failing body, if she got him to smile, she saw that he'd turn heads on the street, that he'd be that guy in a club that there was no way in hell she was going home with, because she knew exactly what he wanted.
And it wasn't the fact that he'd call her sweetheart or Miss Sunshine and wink at her, tell her that she could give him a sponge bath any time, that he'd smile at her when she came into the room. Or the fact that he's probably the most at peace she's ever seen anyone and that scares her, because he's not much older than her, really.
It's the fact that not once has he mentioned that he's a hero; that he saved those kids. Not once has he asked 'why me?' or even implied that he regrets what he did. Not once has he said 'if I hadn't…'
So she is extra sunny Miss Sunshine for him; she flirts back and laughs at his lines, tells him that she has dibs on any sponge bath and mocks the daytime TV.
And when he checks himself out, she's the one that helps him dress.
He's one of the ones she never forgets.