Title: The Beauty of Ignorance
Author: M. Edison
Keywords: Alternate Universe.
Spoilers: None
Feedback: Be gentle!
Disclaimer: The concepts and characters of Highlander (or Highlander: The Raven)
do not belong to me but Willow does.
Rating: PG
Summary: Nick Wolfe's thoughts about the woman in his life.
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The Beauty of Ignorance
by M. Edison
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I don't know what woke me but I'm glad it did. I know it's probably hopelessly
sappy but I love watching Willow sleep. It's the only time I ever see her
really relaxed. When she's awake, she's so full of life and energy, its
almost exhausting to watch her move around. Almost. No way could I ever get
tired of watching her.
If you'd've told me, five years ago, that the gorgeous little blonde who
walked into the precinct and ended up helping me get over the divorce with
Lisa would be the woman I'd fall in love with. The woman I'd build a new
life with . . . I would have laughed in your face and told you to get out of
my face. Willow and I are so different that the mere concept of a relationship
is laughable to say the very least.
Sometimes I think Will was born a decade or two too late. She's an out and out
flower child. The whole Make Love not War concept should be her personal motto.
Not that I'm complaining when she's in that mode. Makes life interesting for me
though, life with my own personal hippie's never boring. Not in a million years.
I remember when that tv show came out. Dharma and Greg. The guys at work razzed
me for a week about it; wanting to know if Willow and I were getting paid
royalties for the research. Sometimes I wonder if we shouldn't be. Change
Greg from a rich kid turned lawyer into a middle-class cop and you've pretty
much got our life. Will's even got the crazy friends to prove it.
That guy Adam, for one.
I remember when Will and I first got together, I noticed she always had beer
in the fridge but I hardly ever saw her drink one. I finally ask her about it
and she laughs. Says they're for her friend Adam. That's how she knows he's in
town. She comes home and there's a beer missing.
I didn't believe her until one night we came home to find this guy flaked out
on her couch with a beer in one hand and a book in the other; watching some
pay-per-view thing on the television.
Adam.
A funny thing about that night. Willow totally tensed up before she unlocked
her door but when she saw him everything was fine again. She's done that a
few times over the years, not all of them because of Pierson either. I've
never been able to figure it out and she's never been inclined to share it
with me. It's one of the little mysteries I've learned are part of the
package with her.
There are a lot of those. Little things that I've learned are just her
idiosyncrasies. She never talks about where she grew up in detail, I've never
met any of her childhood friends, she never mentions her parents except to
say they died years ago . . . and there are next to no pictures of her
childhood around. It's like Willow has deliberately excised her past from
her life. Why; I don't know.
She just has.
I guess I'll find out sooner or later. They didn't give me a badge for nothing.
Besides, I like having a little mystery in our life. Especially a Willow-mystery.
Those are the most fun to solve, particularly when I get to 'question' the suspect.
She's so creative in her attempts to distract me that I usually let her. Someday
I'll have my answers but in the meantime, I'd rather have Will.
There's beauty in ignorance.
Finis
Author: M. Edison
Keywords: Alternate Universe.
Spoilers: None
Feedback: Be gentle!
Disclaimer: The concepts and characters of Highlander (or Highlander: The Raven)
do not belong to me but Willow does.
Rating: PG
Summary: Nick Wolfe's thoughts about the woman in his life.
****************
The Beauty of Ignorance
by M. Edison
****************
I don't know what woke me but I'm glad it did. I know it's probably hopelessly
sappy but I love watching Willow sleep. It's the only time I ever see her
really relaxed. When she's awake, she's so full of life and energy, its
almost exhausting to watch her move around. Almost. No way could I ever get
tired of watching her.
If you'd've told me, five years ago, that the gorgeous little blonde who
walked into the precinct and ended up helping me get over the divorce with
Lisa would be the woman I'd fall in love with. The woman I'd build a new
life with . . . I would have laughed in your face and told you to get out of
my face. Willow and I are so different that the mere concept of a relationship
is laughable to say the very least.
Sometimes I think Will was born a decade or two too late. She's an out and out
flower child. The whole Make Love not War concept should be her personal motto.
Not that I'm complaining when she's in that mode. Makes life interesting for me
though, life with my own personal hippie's never boring. Not in a million years.
I remember when that tv show came out. Dharma and Greg. The guys at work razzed
me for a week about it; wanting to know if Willow and I were getting paid
royalties for the research. Sometimes I wonder if we shouldn't be. Change
Greg from a rich kid turned lawyer into a middle-class cop and you've pretty
much got our life. Will's even got the crazy friends to prove it.
That guy Adam, for one.
I remember when Will and I first got together, I noticed she always had beer
in the fridge but I hardly ever saw her drink one. I finally ask her about it
and she laughs. Says they're for her friend Adam. That's how she knows he's in
town. She comes home and there's a beer missing.
I didn't believe her until one night we came home to find this guy flaked out
on her couch with a beer in one hand and a book in the other; watching some
pay-per-view thing on the television.
Adam.
A funny thing about that night. Willow totally tensed up before she unlocked
her door but when she saw him everything was fine again. She's done that a
few times over the years, not all of them because of Pierson either. I've
never been able to figure it out and she's never been inclined to share it
with me. It's one of the little mysteries I've learned are part of the
package with her.
There are a lot of those. Little things that I've learned are just her
idiosyncrasies. She never talks about where she grew up in detail, I've never
met any of her childhood friends, she never mentions her parents except to
say they died years ago . . . and there are next to no pictures of her
childhood around. It's like Willow has deliberately excised her past from
her life. Why; I don't know.
She just has.
I guess I'll find out sooner or later. They didn't give me a badge for nothing.
Besides, I like having a little mystery in our life. Especially a Willow-mystery.
Those are the most fun to solve, particularly when I get to 'question' the suspect.
She's so creative in her attempts to distract me that I usually let her. Someday
I'll have my answers but in the meantime, I'd rather have Will.
There's beauty in ignorance.
Finis