Not Another Love Story
Chapter: Miss Independent
A/N: Thanks for your reviews everyone! Especially to Tattered Rose. Your constructive criticism was much appreciated, especially since I'm only just learning the technique of songfic!! I tried to put your suggestions to use.
A ritual I think just about every girl goes though after a break-up. When this little sign {{ }} is around text, it is Eames reminiscing. Feel free to R&R!!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. 'Miss Independent' by Kelly Clarkson
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***Miss Independent
Miss self-sufficient
Miss keep your distance
Miss unafraid
Miss out of my way
Miss don't let a man interfere***
Eames lay in her nice big bubble bath relaxing with chocolate and champagne. All the things a girl needed after a break-up. She and Bobby had split a week ago, and decided it was time to move on. She thought positive things about herself and assured herself she was a great person. She was a grown woman and could take care of herself.
***Miss on her own
Miss almost grown
Miss never let a man help her off her throne
So, by keeping her heart protected
She'd never, ever feel rejected***
She lay in her own little world for ages, and then the phone rang. She slipped under the water, trying to ignore it, but she could only hold her breath for so long. She surfaced and reached over to pick it up.
"Hello?" she said.
"Alex, It's Bobby." Her heart stopped.
***Little Miss Apprehensive Said ooh
She fell in love***
***What is this feeling takin' over?
Thinking someone could open the door
Surprise, its time
To feel what's real***
"Hey, uh, Bobby. What's up?" she said. She kicked herself for sounding so stupid.
"Have you seen the case folder? The one with all the extra photos I took?" he asked. She looked through the open bathroom door and onto the kitchen table. Sure enough, there was a manila folder.
"Uh, no. Isn't it at the office?" she asked.
"No. Well if you find it, can you call me?" he asked.
"Yeah, sure. Bye," she said and hung up. Great, now all her good self- esteem work had been undone. He just had to call. She decided she would do some work on the case, since Mr. Big Macho Man over there was at a dead end.
***What happened to Miss Independent?
No more the need for me to miss him***
'That's right, I don't miss him,' she thought. 'He can go find another girlfriend. He is just a partner - again."
***Goodbye, old you
When love is true***
***Miss guided heart
Miss play it smart
Miss if you wanna use that line you better not start, no***
{{She had always been hesitant to go out with him. She didn't want to hurt their professional relationship. But when she thought about it, they were very close, got along well and they were both obviously attracted to each other, so she changed her mind.}}
***But she miscalculated
She didn't wanna end up jaded
And this Miss decided not to miss out on true love***
{{Ok, so it was final. If he asked her out, she would say yes. That's it, no questions asked.}}
***So, by changing to Miss conception
She went in a new direction
And once inside, she felt a connection
She fell in love***
Eames was just getting pack into her relaxation when her mind started to wander back a few months to when Bobby asked her out.
{{"Goren, what is that nice smelling stuff you always use?" she asked him. She had been dying to know, and his birthday was coming up.
"It's Polo Ralph Lauren Blue. Just something I picked up somewhere," he said. Eames nodded her head and walked around him. The smell was intoxicating.
"You know, smell is often an aphrodisiac," he said as she slowly circled him. She completed her circle and stood in front of him, her eyes looking seductive.
"Well it seems to be working," she said, joking, but at the same time serious. Goren looked down at her for a minute, and then smiled slightly.
"Do you want to have dinner with me tonight?" he asked. She smiled.
"That would be great."}}
Eames shook her head. Her heart was beating a little faster and a suppressed emotion started bubbling up.
***What is this feeling takin' over?
Thinking someone could open the door
Surprise, its time
To feel what's real
What happened to Miss Independent?
No more the need for me to miss him
Goodbye, old you
When love is true***
The bath was getting a bit colder and the bubbles weren't so bubbly. All her chocolate had gone and the champagne was running low. She tried to make the most of it, but it wasn't as relaxing as before. As she got out and got her bathrobe, she started missing him and wondering why they broke up.
***When Miss Independent walked away
No time for love that came her way
She looked in the mirror and thought today
What happened to Miss no longer afraid?***
'Why do I still miss him?' she thought as she dried her hair. 'It's not like I don't still see him every day. Which makes it even worse.' She walked out of the bathroom and sat at the table, looking at the manila folder. It had his name on it, and she had added hers underneath.
***It took some time for her to see
How beautiful love could truly be
No more talk of what can life bring me?
I'm so glad I finally see..***
'I don't need this..this.self torture. I need to get on with my life. It's just one relationship. I should be lucky we are still nice to each other. He is still my friend, and that should be enough for me," she reassured herself. She started feeling better. She knew she broke up with him for a good reason. She didn't need him to make her feel good about herself. She got another chocolate bar out the fridge and opened the folder. She studied the photos of the scene. She didn't need him to help her. She could do it herself.
***What is this feeling takin' over?
Thinking someone could open the door
Surprise its time
To feel what's real
What happened to Miss Independent
No more the need for me to miss him***
Suddenly, it clicked. She looked closer at the picture, but not at the obvious object in front, but the one in the background. It was the answer to the puzzling crime. She picked up the phone and dialled his number.
***Goodbye, old you
When love is true
When love is true***
"Goren, I know what happened."
***Miss Independent***
A/N: Thanks for your reviews everyone! Especially to Tattered Rose. Your constructive criticism was much appreciated, especially since I'm only just learning the technique of songfic!! I tried to put your suggestions to use.
A ritual I think just about every girl goes though after a break-up. When this little sign {{ }} is around text, it is Eames reminiscing. Feel free to R&R!!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. 'Miss Independent' by Kelly Clarkson
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
***Miss Independent
Miss self-sufficient
Miss keep your distance
Miss unafraid
Miss out of my way
Miss don't let a man interfere***
Eames lay in her nice big bubble bath relaxing with chocolate and champagne. All the things a girl needed after a break-up. She and Bobby had split a week ago, and decided it was time to move on. She thought positive things about herself and assured herself she was a great person. She was a grown woman and could take care of herself.
***Miss on her own
Miss almost grown
Miss never let a man help her off her throne
So, by keeping her heart protected
She'd never, ever feel rejected***
She lay in her own little world for ages, and then the phone rang. She slipped under the water, trying to ignore it, but she could only hold her breath for so long. She surfaced and reached over to pick it up.
"Hello?" she said.
"Alex, It's Bobby." Her heart stopped.
***Little Miss Apprehensive Said ooh
She fell in love***
***What is this feeling takin' over?
Thinking someone could open the door
Surprise, its time
To feel what's real***
"Hey, uh, Bobby. What's up?" she said. She kicked herself for sounding so stupid.
"Have you seen the case folder? The one with all the extra photos I took?" he asked. She looked through the open bathroom door and onto the kitchen table. Sure enough, there was a manila folder.
"Uh, no. Isn't it at the office?" she asked.
"No. Well if you find it, can you call me?" he asked.
"Yeah, sure. Bye," she said and hung up. Great, now all her good self- esteem work had been undone. He just had to call. She decided she would do some work on the case, since Mr. Big Macho Man over there was at a dead end.
***What happened to Miss Independent?
No more the need for me to miss him***
'That's right, I don't miss him,' she thought. 'He can go find another girlfriend. He is just a partner - again."
***Goodbye, old you
When love is true***
***Miss guided heart
Miss play it smart
Miss if you wanna use that line you better not start, no***
{{She had always been hesitant to go out with him. She didn't want to hurt their professional relationship. But when she thought about it, they were very close, got along well and they were both obviously attracted to each other, so she changed her mind.}}
***But she miscalculated
She didn't wanna end up jaded
And this Miss decided not to miss out on true love***
{{Ok, so it was final. If he asked her out, she would say yes. That's it, no questions asked.}}
***So, by changing to Miss conception
She went in a new direction
And once inside, she felt a connection
She fell in love***
Eames was just getting pack into her relaxation when her mind started to wander back a few months to when Bobby asked her out.
{{"Goren, what is that nice smelling stuff you always use?" she asked him. She had been dying to know, and his birthday was coming up.
"It's Polo Ralph Lauren Blue. Just something I picked up somewhere," he said. Eames nodded her head and walked around him. The smell was intoxicating.
"You know, smell is often an aphrodisiac," he said as she slowly circled him. She completed her circle and stood in front of him, her eyes looking seductive.
"Well it seems to be working," she said, joking, but at the same time serious. Goren looked down at her for a minute, and then smiled slightly.
"Do you want to have dinner with me tonight?" he asked. She smiled.
"That would be great."}}
Eames shook her head. Her heart was beating a little faster and a suppressed emotion started bubbling up.
***What is this feeling takin' over?
Thinking someone could open the door
Surprise, its time
To feel what's real
What happened to Miss Independent?
No more the need for me to miss him
Goodbye, old you
When love is true***
The bath was getting a bit colder and the bubbles weren't so bubbly. All her chocolate had gone and the champagne was running low. She tried to make the most of it, but it wasn't as relaxing as before. As she got out and got her bathrobe, she started missing him and wondering why they broke up.
***When Miss Independent walked away
No time for love that came her way
She looked in the mirror and thought today
What happened to Miss no longer afraid?***
'Why do I still miss him?' she thought as she dried her hair. 'It's not like I don't still see him every day. Which makes it even worse.' She walked out of the bathroom and sat at the table, looking at the manila folder. It had his name on it, and she had added hers underneath.
***It took some time for her to see
How beautiful love could truly be
No more talk of what can life bring me?
I'm so glad I finally see..***
'I don't need this..this.self torture. I need to get on with my life. It's just one relationship. I should be lucky we are still nice to each other. He is still my friend, and that should be enough for me," she reassured herself. She started feeling better. She knew she broke up with him for a good reason. She didn't need him to make her feel good about herself. She got another chocolate bar out the fridge and opened the folder. She studied the photos of the scene. She didn't need him to help her. She could do it herself.
***What is this feeling takin' over?
Thinking someone could open the door
Surprise its time
To feel what's real
What happened to Miss Independent
No more the need for me to miss him***
Suddenly, it clicked. She looked closer at the picture, but not at the obvious object in front, but the one in the background. It was the answer to the puzzling crime. She picked up the phone and dialled his number.
***Goodbye, old you
When love is true
When love is true***
"Goren, I know what happened."
***Miss Independent***