The Likely Thing
In the earliest time of her life, Julia Ogden was never one to fall in love, following in her father's analytical and emotionless footsteps. While Ruby was the princess, Julia preferred to play the goddess of the hunt. Therefore when she met William Henry Murdoch, things definitely changed. In the earliest time of their working relationship she looked forward to seeing him, thought more about her appearance and took each moment they had together so seriously, while simultaneously seeming as if their conversations meant nothing more than a friendly conversation between colleagues. She would hand it to herself, she was quite good at that.
Despite all that stood in their way, which included his absolute devotion to his religion and her own reservations regarding her pregnancy termination, she loved him fiercely. There had been so many times when she wanted to pull him aside and tell him one of the greatest secrets of her life. She wanted him to embrace her, tell her everything was going to be alright. At times her feelings consumed her; even in the midst of a postmortem, she'd review her last conversation with him, noting a new tie or how he'd style his hair in a different way. While not many things changed about the detective on a daily basis, he did make small changes and she certainly appreciated them.
"Detective," she'd say in her friendly and loving way. "Doctor, what have you?" Then a smile, always a stupid smile on both of their lips. Whether she held a cadaver's stomach contents or he held some new contraption he created just 10 minutes previously, it was clear that the feelings were mutual. All she wanted to tell him was 'I love you'. Simple as that. Could he look past her faults? Could he look past her stubbornness, her outspokenness? Did the detective want the woman of her day? He was such a progressive thinker, always looking to the future, perhaps he didn't. There was no way she would ever conform to what society expected of her, plus, she felt she had paid her dues for that. She resisted so intensely that it all but destroyed her relationship with her last living parent.
Now they are married. A feat in and of itself. They are one. Her ardent love and respect for him increases daily, even when he tries to protect her. How many times had he asked her to wait for him, for her to only insist to go with him? How many times had she put her foot down when it came to her ideals, for him to immediately acquiesce and agree anyway? She brought him out of his shell and he gave her a sense of grounding. It wasn't perfect and she wouldn't have it any other way. They were modern and real, loving and living in a world that was moving with them.
It was late and time to go but she just had to finish her final report. If she didn't leave soon though, William certainly wouldn't, tinkering until the sun came up. "Julia?" Turning to him, her eyes red and bags beginning to form the doctor smiled at her husband. "William, are you ready to go?" Eyeing her lovingly, he moved her hair out of her face as she signed her name at the bottom of the form. She was stunning.
"There! Done."
Absentmindedly rubbing her face in exhaustion, Julia's husband grabbed a chair, rolling over to her playfully. Laughing at him as he bumped into her she tilted her head in astonishment, "How can you be so energetic right now, William? It's 11pm!" Spinning in his chair, William turned to her taking her hand in his. "Don't you understand, Julia? At the end of the day, I get to see you!" Rising from her chair as he held tightly onto her hand so that she could pull him with her, the doctor added the paper into the file cabinet, locking it. "Not that I'm complaining William but we see each other all day. Don't you ever get tired of seeing me?" When she walked back toward the table, he placed his hat on the table, pulling his wife into his lap. "How can I ever get tired of seeing my wife?" Giggling slightly, Julia allowed herself to be spun, taking her skirt in her hand in order for it not to get caught in the wheels. "Julia, I love you. I will never get tired of seeing you in whatever capacity, but knowing I get to lay with you…hold you in my arms, see you get ready for bed. It's a highlight of my day." Slowing their circle, the detective took his wife's face in his, "You are my life." Smiling sweetly at him, the two kissed, holding each other tightly in their embrace. Breaking free of his kiss, Julia walked over to the coat rack, grabbing her reticule, coat and hat tossing her husband the key to the morgue. "Dear Detective, I think you need to get me home. See if you can catch me! Lock up!" Fumbling with his hat, the key and taking care to push the chair back into its rightful place, William Murdoch laughed loudly as he watched his wife get a good head start. "Julia! This is not a fair race!" How can he not love her? He'd certainly never stop.