The Answer
By Misha
Disclaimer- These characters are the property of NBC, Aaron Sorkin, or whoever. ÊI'm not writing this for profit in any way, shape, or form, but because I have a lot of spare time on my hands.
Author's Notes- This a short piece of drabble. It's a companion to "The Question" and is told from Amy's PoV. I know the titles might seem a little messed up, but there really was a method to my madness, truly. Well, that's all, enjoy!
Spoilers- Commencement
Rating- G
"Are you in love with him?"
I'm shocked even as the question passes my lips. I can't believe I actually asked her.
I can tell she's shocked too, this woman who I might have liked if things had been different.
I can see why people are so fond of her, I can easily see all her good qualities, but that doesn't matter.
What matters is she is who she is. She's the one he wants. I think I've known that for a long time. That he would be willing to sleep with me, but in the end it was her he really wanted.
I also know how she feels. I think the whole world does.
I didn't really need to ask the question, but I did need to hear the answer. I need to hear her say it and know once and for all that I've never really had a chance.
Her words about not getting him hurt because they're true. I don't understand him the way I'd like. The way she does.
She's been by his side through a lot and nothing I do will change that. I know that.
After a long moment, she looks me straight in the eye and I know that she's ready to answer.
I just hope I'm ready to hear it.
I take a deep breath, as she opens her mouth and gives me the answer I already knew, but didn't want to believe.
"Yes, I am."
The End