Summary: Arthur loves Trillian. Trillian loves Arthur. Ford loves the Guide. Then...who is there for Zaphod to love? Drabble.
Author's Note: Yeah. Just some drabble...about nothing, really. I have been trying to analyze Zaphod a lot recently, thanks in no great part to Sam Rockwell doing an outstanding job of portraying him in the new film. Good ol' Sammy gave him a very sympathetic underlying tone. Thanks, Sam.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. It's rather sad, isn't it?
Guys Like Him Shouldn't Have to Search for Love
Guys like him shouldn't have to search for love.
But here he is, despite it all.
Searching.
Always searching.
Arthur loves Trillian.
Trillian loves Arthur.
Ford loves his Guide.
Then...who is there for Zaphod to love?
He considers his options.
Who does he know he can love?
The Vice President?
She digs him...doesn't she? He thinks he has seen her looking at him, stealing coveted glances when she thinks he is preoccupied with something. But Zaphod is never really preoccupied, because he never focuses on one thing for an extended period of time.
He gets distracted. He gets bored. He looks for new adventures. Beautiful women.
Trouble.
The Vice President is not beautiful. She is not ugly, per se. But Zaphod's superficial side won't let him get past her looks. Sure, she's intelligent and funny. She cares about him, too.
But he won't let himself see it.
Who else is there, then?
The Paranoid Android?
Zaphod has to squirm at the mere idea of it. Marvin, of course, is undefined. He has no gender. But one can only think of him as a metal-man.
Zaphod is not into men.
He does not like robots, either, for that matter.
Who else?
He has very few allies.
All there really is left to love is...himself.
Zaphod does love himself. Something tells him he is not worthy of it, but he cannot help it. He is rather infatuated with himself, though he often pretends he isn't.
He is not worthy of loving even himself.
Zaphod glances lazily at Arthur, his arms around Trillian in a love-filled embrace. She is giggling like some schoolgirl. A light blush is accumulating at her cheeks.
Zaphod could never make her blush.
His eyes trail sleepily to Ford, editing the Guide like a madman, a bright smile at his wide mouth. His eyes sparkle.
Zaphod's eyes have never sparkled.
He sighs deeply and Trillian steals a glance at him. The action of a deep, thougtful sigh coming from Zaphod Beeblebrox is something to be concerned about.
"Zaphod?"
He pretends he has been sleeping and peers at her, his goofy smile replacing an unfamiliar frown that had been making itself at home on his face.
"What's up, buttercup?" he asks nonchalantly pushing some of his long, dirty-blonde hair out of his eyes. It is a habit he has grown accustomed to. He thinks it is sexy.
Trillian's expression changes quickly from slight concern to her usual warmth. She smiles a little, embarrassed with herself. "Nothing," she says softly, turning back to Arthur.
Zaphod shrugs and closes his eyes.
Nothing...
"That's right, Trill," he muses to himself.
Closing Notes: My second HH fic. What did you think?