A/N If you're not an ER fan you won't get the quote, or the reference to the Maniacal-Revenge-Seeking-Helicopter, but the quote was actually a quote by Carter about Abbey, and well, I borrowed it. I don't own the quote, or the charachter (although the question of who the guy is is entirely up to debate-take your pick, it could be Woody, could be Garret, could be Nigel, hell, even Bug). So enjoy it, and thanks to garretelliot for being my beta. :)
It was funny, he had spent so long trying to convince himself that he didn't love her that he had fallen in love with her. He had been watching some medical drama on TV the other night, it had been good once, but they must have fired the writers that had known something about medical procedure and hired failed romance novelists instead, and had searched so far and wide for plots that they resorted to dropping revenge-seeking helicopters onto people's heads. But one of the characters had said something about relationships that seemed to fit.
"I spend 23 hours a day wondering whether we're wrong for each other, wondering whether we've got the energy that we need to get through everything that we seem to get into, whether the baggage we both bring would sink a small ship. But in the 24th hour, I realize I've been thinking about her for 23 hours and I come back to there's something about her, I can't stay away from. Something about her, that makes me want to love her."
And there was something about that quote that he just could relate to. They both came with strings attached, failed relationships, more baggage than an entire coach store, but there was something about her that he couldn't stop loving. Something about her that made him think that she was the best person in the world for him, that she was the one that he loved and that nothing was going to change that.
He spent all day thinking about her, twenty three out of twenty four hours trying to convince himself that they weren't made for each other, that they were never going to make it as a couple, that they both came with so much baggage, so many problems that they would fail in a relationship, her with all of her issues, and he, with all of his own. They had both been dragged through the mud, they had both had problems, and lots of them. But yet they kept on going.
And then, in that last hour, usually the one right before he went to bed when he realized just how empty his bed was with only him in it, that was when he realized that he did love her, and that there was something about him that no matter how much he didn't want it, he loved her, that no matter how much he tried to convince himself that they would never make it as a couple, he still loved her, regardless of what she felt.
He was her friend, and she seemed more than willing to leave it there, nothing else, not for lack of hope on his part. Twenty three hours of the day he spent talking himself out of loving her, convincing himself to go with someone with no baggage, no strings attached, that he could love easily and be loved by. That was what he needed, a nice simple girl, a ditzy dumb blonde, the stereotype of a trophy wife.
That was what he needed, but always, he wanted chestnut curls and golden eyes, the cute little mole on her chin, that was what invaded his dreams. And he still tried to convince himself that she wasn't the one. But in that twenty-fourth hour he knew that he had spent the whole day thinking about her as much as he didn't want to, that she had been the one topic on his mind every hour of the day, and in that twenty fourth hour, he knew he loved her.