Okay. I've just watched the episodes with Nicole Wallace in them (this will teach me an important lesson; namely, don't watch them!) and I find myself fascinated with her personality; in much the same way as Bobby does. What that says of me I'm not sure and I don't think I want to find out but meh.

Anyway. This is just a little thing that I conjured up because I realised something. Nicole Wallace really does love Bobby; or at least, in her own approximation of what love is. She is infatuated by him, as he is her, and I think it's the fact that they truly are intellectual equals; with tortured minds and tortured pasts and an incredible wealth of incapability with people, that in another life they would have been perfect together. The perfect pair of killers I suppose.

Though, knowing Nicole's personality, I don't think she'd handle not being in control; nor do I think Bobby would either. But then again... her frenchie bf was her excuse to go 'crazy'. I guess Bobby could be the excuse for her as well...

Right. Enough of my blathering. Time to get to the tiny drabble (I think this A/N is longer than the fic actually)!

I don't know where the title came from but I sometimes imagine the relationship between Nicole and Bobby to be a bit of a train wreck. Chaos and disorder and twisted sheets of metal with people injured and broken glass... yeah... sound like them doesn't it?

Train Wreck

One must wonder what travels through the mind of another when they observe, survey, the interaction between two minds such as ours. Two scared souls.

He calls me a victim, a little girl that shines, and I call him 'my love'; though I would never voice it aloud for he would obviously reject the acclaim he has garnered from me.

He is such a fascinating man. All rage and knowledge. Pain and stubborn will. It's a beautiful contradiction. As is he really.

I could never truly hate him, not even for the fact that he has destroyed me in ways I have not allowed others to do. But I don't think I could ever truly love him either. He taught me that. Made me realise that I am unfit for a relationship, even long distance.

But I still make him dance with me. And he still holds me in a vice-like grip as we waltz through this tiresome routine. I would find it tedious were it not for the fact that it is during this routine that he shines. That he becomes my Bobby.

He's misguided in his love, in his puppy-like pining, after his partner. A fearsome woman, of that I have no doubt, but too... well, too little really. She isn't enough for Bobby, never can be, because she doesn't challenge him like I do. But she would be a good little bed-warmer of course.

A better one than I for I can't be contained nor placated by whatever limitations Bobby has placed himself at the mercy of.

If he could break free of it all. Break free of such foolish thoughts of morality, of justice, of society's right and wrong. If he could just let it all go, we could be together.

And we would be beautiful together.

End

I think I would honestly love to write a fic where Bobby went over to Nicole's side of the fence, but alas, I don't have the time. And honestly, it'd freak me out writing it 'cause no-one should be able to realistically think like Nicole bloody Wallace!

Anyway. Nighty night people :p