JAG is seven now
And still I do not own it
Though I wish I did.
Note: This is one of those extended metaphor things, and will make slightly more sense if you count Season 2 as "first," Season 3 as "second," and so on.
Their first dance was a waltz, sweet and easy.
Up until that point, they had never danced together, but they were quick learners and soon looked as though they'd been partners for years.
The second dance was also a waltz, and though the music was not so bright as it was before, and though they stumbled over a few steps, it went quite well. They ignored the brief moment when she danced with someone else; by the end, she was back where she belonged and it didn't matter.
The third dance was different - charged, somehow, with unknown currents, and he spent the whole of it glowering at the man trying to cut in and steal her away. For her part, she was flattered by the other man's attempts, but preferred to remain where she was.
At the end of the third dance, just when they both were truly hitting their stride together, he left the floor without a word and didn't come back.
Confused, she eventually decided to dance with the other man, the one who'd shown her so much attention before.
Then, at the start of the fourth dance, another waltz, he returned. He wasn't happy to see her already dancing with the other man, and wasn't sure why he disliked it so much. She thought that he might cut in, but he didn't; he found another woman and began dancing with her instead.
They spent the fourth dance avoiding one another, rarely speaking and only occasionally making eye contact across the crowded floor. They missed the rhythm they'd once had, but, hurt, did nothing about it.
The fifth dance went much the same. Near the end, however, they slipped free of their partners and danced together again - if only for a single, bittersweet moment.
At the end of the fifth dance he disappeared once more, only to reappear as the sixth dance began. This time, upon his return, the other man left. Now she had no one to dance with; the other woman was still clinging to him.
She found that she was tired of dancing, and withdrew to the edge of the floor. But the other woman suddenly switched partners, and he was free. He came to stand beside her.
And as the sixth dance went on, they stood together on the fringes of the crowd, each unsure if the other still wanted to dance... and hoping that they did.
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