Disclaimer: Not mine, never has been, never will be.
A/N: This is a Sara POV. It was inspired by Jacinda's fanfiction Luck. That story wouldn't let me go, so here is my take on Sara feeling lucky or not.
Pairing: N/S
The concept of luck
It's a constant battle in my head. In a professional capacity I have used it so many times.
"You know you are lucky, right?"
I wonder if the victims know I'm lying through my teeth.
I don't think I'm lucky most of the time and I know Nick thinks I should think I am lucky. From his point of view I can understand why he thinks I should be. Or actually I don't.
He has seen and been through so much. About as much as I have. How he can say with such certainty he has been lucky is beyond me.
That's my battle.
To be or not to be. That's the question.
I'm starting to sound like Grissom and if there is someone, who doesn't make me feel lucky, it's Grissom.
It's not his fault though. It's my own. I made him into some kind of hero, the frog who would turn into my prince after I would have kissed him. Of course he has never let me kiss him, but I'm pretty sure it wouldn't have worked since I'm no princess. Not his anyway.
I have tried to convince Nick not to call me that. He reasoned he has the right to call me that, because he seems to think I'm his princess and on top of that Sara actually means princess. I couldn't fight his logic.
But the results appearing on the computer screen bring me back to the ongoing battle in my head. At this moment while I read the results I don't think I'm very lucky.
I think the battle has been decided when Nick pulls me up and into his arms.
He makes me feel lucky.
END