A/N – I am one of the few lemonade shippers out there . Everything just clicks with them IMO. The actors have the best chemistry , the characters have a great history and the potential for story lines is just too good to be true but if I've been taught anything by the CW is that they fear viewer/shipper (Zade) backlash more than they are concerned with natural character progression and writing making sense ( Season Six of Gossip Girl and the series finale of Dawson's Creek for examples). So I know my ship will never be but a boy can dream, can't he ?
He realizes he never really looked at her before
Truly taken a step back and taken her in
Because the sight that greets him dances over his skin
Like jumping in a cool creek after working in the sun
She was always nothing more that a thorn in his side
Ripping on him and his best in High School
Always concerned about keeping up appearances
They clashed like oil and water
She was the prim and proper Southern Belle
While he preferred beers and being anything but a gentleman
An outsider had changed all that
A small little spitfire that turned the town on it's head
The doc had burned down her happily ever after
The doc had opened his heart to loving someone
He screwed it up of course because that's what he was good at
He had confessed his love and she had left
Back to New York and he was left alone with his grief and the wet Southern heat
and her of course
How could he forget her of course
They were partners now
They may have had a few moments here and there
But it seemed they would always be fighting and driving Bluebell crazy
Until they didn't
And then it was just them
The friends of a friend who became partners who became friends
Don't get him wrong
She was still a lady with a chip on her shoulder and a stick somewhere else
And he delighted in making her cringe and huff every way he could
But get a glass of wine in her and she wasn't so bad anymore
Heck, she even had the occasional beer or two
When that stick didn't seem so stuck anymore
He's tending bar and she busing tables (seriously, she is) when that moment just happens
She looks up when he looks up
He smiles as she smiles
And for him the world stops for the moment
And there is no Bluebell, no Rammer Jammer, no Doc … just them
He comes to when he's already across the bar and finds his lips are firmly planted on hers
And By God the whole town can see his grin when she kisses him right back