Summary: As Daisy told us, "They simply met one day and were together after that." What happened the day when Piper met Jonathan for the first time? A drabble.
Rated K, I think?
It's that moment of electricity, that four-seconds-and-a-half when the earth stands still. It's when the very ground beneath your feet is rumbling in deafening tremors and when the sun stops shining in every single place on earth but where you are right then and when everything is turning, twisting, convulsing, coming inside-out. It's when gravity loses all its force and releases its hold, and when it's only his eyes upon yours that are keeping your feet from drifting, drifting away.
It's something documented far too many times, something critiqued and criticized so far it's been nearly dismissed as reckless imaginings, a young lover's beautiful fantasy. Freud scathed the notion, as did the Jews, the Muslims, countless psychologists and even Jane Austen. Shakespeare prized it in his storytelling, but often it intertwined so closely with magic it's been assumed not to be taken seriously. Fathers laugh at it, and mothers fear it; sons are much too busy to be trifled with such absurdity, and the young daydreamers who believe in it with terrifying conviction are either end up made fun of or sent to the nearest mental institution.
For whatever reason, Piper seems to forget all this in one little moment.
There are many types of people in the world but for the most part they can be divided into a few separate categories. The first are those who believe that life has been predestined for us. They believe there has been a deity who has already carefully formatted their entire life, and whatever will be will be; they have no control. Their sole understanding in life and its mysteries is that they have a personal obligation, a purpose devised before birth, that has already been set aside for them to unlock and complete.
Then there are those who believe that life is entirely how they would fashion it to be. If they choose to open up a coffee shop, or to buy a new home, or to send the stock market falling in a climactic whirlwind, then it is totally of their own doing and don't you forget it.
A third are under the opinion that life is but a board game, a sport of sheer chances. You only live once, they say. Live it to fullest. They are the ones who usually run headlong into situations, screaming and laughing the entire way.
People in the fourth category usually just shrug if you ask them, but after some quizzing they'll tell you plaintively that it's all a mixture. Decisions affect our chances, chances affect our decisions, and if there's some being controlling it all, well, that'd probably be affected by the decisions and chances, too.
In these four-seconds-and-a-half, Piper can't even remember which group she belongs to.
Stepping forward, she smiles solemnly. "Hello, sir. My name is Piper. I volunteer to help the survivors."
His eyes twinkle: "And I'm Jonathan, Miss Piper."
And really, in that four-seconds-and-a-half, that's all that matters.