Title: Nothing in Particular
Author: Snowy Plains
Rating: G
Disclaimer:I don't own these characters, and I think CBS/Alliance Atlantis/Jerry Bruckheimer does. Same goes for Mars bars...but no television company owns those.
Note: It's called "Nothing in Particular" because that's what I feel like I wrote. Title has nothing to do with story =) I suppose it involves the declined dinner proposition with Grissom.

She sat in the locker room, head in her hands, occaisonally rubbing her temples. There really wasn't a good way to explain how she was feeling. Rejected was a fact, what she was, not what she felt. She hadn't really been expecting anything else, and if she hadn't thought that she would be able to stomach the worst case scenario of events, she wouldn't have asked.

Conflicted was probably the best catch-all phrase to describe it. A mixture of disappointment, relief and confusion.

She opened her locker, and stared in, still sitting on the bench. She just couldn't quite remember what she needed from it. A sudden sensation of being watched made her look up towards the direction of the door.

Nick was leaned up against the lockers, polishing off the remains of a liquifying Mars bar. She ignored him.

"Sara. What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

She rolled her eyes. Always alone when she needed people around, and when she wanted everyone to go to hell . . .

He finished the bar, waddled up the wrapper and threw it in the trash can. He stayed a comfortable distance away, for which she was grateful, but he didn't leave either.

She wished he would. He seemed content to just observe her, and she was getting used to staring at the floor.

He shrugged in mild resignation after several silent minutes, and opened his locker. He took out a chocolate bar and offered it to her. She took it, nodding her thanks, but too distracted to contemplate eating it.

"He doesn't deserve you." He said simply, putting on his jacket on his way out.

"How did you know?" Her voice made him smile, and he wondered just how oblivious she thought he was.

"It must have been the look on your face." He left for real this time, fulfilling her unspoken wish for solitude. Except something had changed.

She no longer wanted to be alone.