Title: Mr. Right
Rating: PG
Summary: This is my take on Nick trying to hook Sara up with somebody in
'Precious Metal'. Undecided pairings.
~*~*~*~
Sara paced around her living room in anticipation. She couldn't believe she even agreed to go out with this mystery man. She didn't even know him. She didn't even know his name. But here she was, in a simple, casual black dress, waiting for him to pick her up. She was even wearing make- up. She never wore make-up, which made her wonder why she was even wearing it now. She wasn't really interested in seeing anyone. She was just trying to humor Nick, so he would get off her back. One date, that's all she needed, and he would leave her alone.
She looked down at her watch. 6:50. He would be there in ten minutes. She sat down, and wondered again why she was going out with this guy. Sighing, she thought back to that morning, when shift was ending, and she agreed to what she was sure would be a fiasco.
~*~
"Come on, Sara, he's a great guy."
"NO! Nick, I don't want you fixing me up with anybody," Sara explained for the zillionth time, walking into the break room.
"But he's not seeing anyone, and you're not--"
"Nick, don't even say it," she cut him off, "I know what you're going to say, so DON'T SAY IT."
"But he's a great guy, and I think the two of you would really hit it off," Nick argued.
"It's too soon, Nick," she sighed, "Hank and I just broke up. Give me some time."
"But Hank was an ass from the beginning. He treated you like crap; you shouldn't have to get over him. He should have to get over you."
"That's sweet Nick, but you don't understand. It's...complicated. Every relationship I've been in has ended in a train wreck. I thought Hank would be different, but he's just like every other guy I've dated. A bastard," she tried to explain.
"Sara," Nick started softly, "I can guarantee you that this guy is not a bastard. He'll treat you like an angel."
"Yeah? How do you know that? Huh?" she asked in a tiny voice.
"Because," he said, straightening up, "he's seen you a couple times before, and he's smitten."
"Smitten, huh?" Sara asked, laughing.
"Smitten. So just meet him for dinner tonight, and I promise you won't regret it," Nick pleaded.
"Fine. Tell him to pick me up at seven. He does know where I live, right? I mean, you could give him directions if he doesn't, right?"
"I'll tell him. You'll like him, Sara. I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die," he said with a grin.
"You're so juvenile," she said, trying in vain to suppress her laugh.
"So I'll tell him seven, then?"
"Seven."
~*~ She was snapped out of her reverie by the sound of the doorbell ringing. She looked down at her watch. 6:55. He was five minutes early. She like men who were punctual. Rising from her seat, she smoothed her dress, checked her hair and make-up in the hall mirror, and prepared herself for the evening. Looking through the peephole, she gasped at the man on her doorstep.
TBC...
A/N~ Well, whadaya think so far? Who's at the door? What will happen? You have to review to find out!
~Emily
~*~*~*~
Sara paced around her living room in anticipation. She couldn't believe she even agreed to go out with this mystery man. She didn't even know him. She didn't even know his name. But here she was, in a simple, casual black dress, waiting for him to pick her up. She was even wearing make- up. She never wore make-up, which made her wonder why she was even wearing it now. She wasn't really interested in seeing anyone. She was just trying to humor Nick, so he would get off her back. One date, that's all she needed, and he would leave her alone.
She looked down at her watch. 6:50. He would be there in ten minutes. She sat down, and wondered again why she was going out with this guy. Sighing, she thought back to that morning, when shift was ending, and she agreed to what she was sure would be a fiasco.
~*~
"Come on, Sara, he's a great guy."
"NO! Nick, I don't want you fixing me up with anybody," Sara explained for the zillionth time, walking into the break room.
"But he's not seeing anyone, and you're not--"
"Nick, don't even say it," she cut him off, "I know what you're going to say, so DON'T SAY IT."
"But he's a great guy, and I think the two of you would really hit it off," Nick argued.
"It's too soon, Nick," she sighed, "Hank and I just broke up. Give me some time."
"But Hank was an ass from the beginning. He treated you like crap; you shouldn't have to get over him. He should have to get over you."
"That's sweet Nick, but you don't understand. It's...complicated. Every relationship I've been in has ended in a train wreck. I thought Hank would be different, but he's just like every other guy I've dated. A bastard," she tried to explain.
"Sara," Nick started softly, "I can guarantee you that this guy is not a bastard. He'll treat you like an angel."
"Yeah? How do you know that? Huh?" she asked in a tiny voice.
"Because," he said, straightening up, "he's seen you a couple times before, and he's smitten."
"Smitten, huh?" Sara asked, laughing.
"Smitten. So just meet him for dinner tonight, and I promise you won't regret it," Nick pleaded.
"Fine. Tell him to pick me up at seven. He does know where I live, right? I mean, you could give him directions if he doesn't, right?"
"I'll tell him. You'll like him, Sara. I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die," he said with a grin.
"You're so juvenile," she said, trying in vain to suppress her laugh.
"So I'll tell him seven, then?"
"Seven."
~*~ She was snapped out of her reverie by the sound of the doorbell ringing. She looked down at her watch. 6:55. He was five minutes early. She like men who were punctual. Rising from her seat, she smoothed her dress, checked her hair and make-up in the hall mirror, and prepared herself for the evening. Looking through the peephole, she gasped at the man on her doorstep.
TBC...
A/N~ Well, whadaya think so far? Who's at the door? What will happen? You have to review to find out!
~Emily