[couples_therapy Prompt: Quote]
OOC: This is AU!verse.
"There can't be any feelings between the likes of you and the likes of me."
HA.
I think I said something almost like this to Leoben, once. Okay. Probably more than once. "I can't love you, you frakking toaster," I know I said that. "You don't know what love is. You don't have a soul, you have software." I said that, too, I remember it. I said that the first day we met. And he smiled and told me we were "destined to be together" and let me torture him for six hours.
And now I live with him, and I do love him. Smug frakking bastard.
I think I told Sam, "If you were a Cylon, I'd shoot you in the frakking head." This was after he told me if I were a Cylon, he would still love and support me. And I told him I'd kill him.
And he knew he was a Cylon, when he said it. No frakking wonder he didn't tell me.
It really makes you wonder, doesn't it, why anyone falls in love with me at all? I'm not the nicest girl in the world, and I've never thought I was anything remotely close to beautiful. I've got more issues than a frakking newsstand and I have problems staying faithful There's nothing I bring except a frak-ton of baggage and an attitude problem the size of the frakking Twelve Colonies.
And somehow, I've got two people who keep fighting me--with me, and for me--and I don't get it. I'm just going to screw it all up, I know it.
But the other night, we were all eating dinner and we were...we weren't fighting, first of all, and we were all kind of talking about stupid things that don't matter. And Sam was telling this story about a C-Bucks game and this guy he used to play with, and I was cracking up 'cause I knew the guy when I was playing and he was a real dickhead, and Leoben just watched and listened and asked questions to figure things out, like he sometimes does when we talk about stuff he doesn't know about.
And I didn't think about anything being doomed or weird or whatever. It just felt like dinner. Like home.
And honestly, that scares the frak out of me. I screw everything up in the end. It's worse when it matters.
"There can't be any feelings between the likes of you and the likes of me."
HA.
I think I said something almost like this to Leoben, once. Okay. Probably more than once. "I can't love you, you frakking toaster," I know I said that. "You don't know what love is. You don't have a soul, you have software." I said that, too, I remember it. I said that the first day we met. And he smiled and told me we were "destined to be together" and let me torture him for six hours.
And now I live with him, and I do love him. Smug frakking bastard.
I think I told Sam, "If you were a Cylon, I'd shoot you in the frakking head." This was after he told me if I were a Cylon, he would still love and support me. And I told him I'd kill him.
And he knew he was a Cylon, when he said it. No frakking wonder he didn't tell me.
It really makes you wonder, doesn't it, why anyone falls in love with me at all? I'm not the nicest girl in the world, and I've never thought I was anything remotely close to beautiful. I've got more issues than a frakking newsstand and I have problems staying faithful There's nothing I bring except a frak-ton of baggage and an attitude problem the size of the frakking Twelve Colonies.
And somehow, I've got two people who keep fighting me--with me, and for me--and I don't get it. I'm just going to screw it all up, I know it.
But the other night, we were all eating dinner and we were...we weren't fighting, first of all, and we were all kind of talking about stupid things that don't matter. And Sam was telling this story about a C-Bucks game and this guy he used to play with, and I was cracking up 'cause I knew the guy when I was playing and he was a real dickhead, and Leoben just watched and listened and asked questions to figure things out, like he sometimes does when we talk about stuff he doesn't know about.
And I didn't think about anything being doomed or weird or whatever. It just felt like dinner. Like home.
And honestly, that scares the frak out of me. I screw everything up in the end. It's worse when it matters.