No Longer Under Your Spell [30 Rock; Floyd/Liz]
TITLE: No Longer Under Your Spell
FANDOM: 30 Rock
PAIRING: Floyd/Liz
NOTE: thoughtsicles prompt: I'm over you
SPOILERS: "Sandwich Day" (2x14)
RATING: PG
SUMMARY:
*****
It happens on a Saturday afternoon when she's least expecting it. She's folding her laundry in her living room (and God, she can't wait to get out of this one-piece swimsuit -- the straps are really bothering her), watching an Arrested Development DVD and trying not to focus on how much one of the brothers resembles Devon Banks.
That's when it hits her: she hasn't thought about Floyd in a long time. Like, months. Like since a few weeks after that teamster sub/airport chase brouhaha (she wants to bring 'brouhaha' back into her everyday lexicon). And it's been even longer since she's pined over him.
Maybe she really has come a long way from buying wedding dresses and wiping ham fat on them. Maybe she'll actually finally take that dress to the cleaners.
Well. Okay, her usual drycleaner is on vacation, so maybe she'll wait awhile on that one still.
So as Liz folds her laundry, she sits there on her couch and thinks. She reminisces about Floyd, waiting to feel the nostalgia sink in when memories of their good times hit. She feels a twinge of nostalgia, but nothing overwhelming.
She thinks about when Jack stepped between the two of them and became friends with Floyd -- the Phoebe fiasco and then Floyd moving to The Cleve. This is the point where Liz would normally feel sad and wonder where things went wrong. And, though she feels sad by way of missing The Cleve (seriously -- she could've been a model), she feels no sense of regret over how things went down with Floyd.
And she doesn't puzzle over where it went wrong. Instead she feels clarity. She knows where it went wrong. They tried to make a long-distance relationship work when they hardly knew each other. And, if she was being honest with herself, they had always been better off as friends anyway.
It feels like she's reached an epiphany, as she sits there folding her underwear. She's finally over him. She is finally over Floyd.
And so what is her first order of business? She calls Floyd.
There's no woman that picks up this time -- though even if there were, she honestly doesn't think she'd care. It's Floyd, and he greets her as if they're close friends. She smiles. "Hey, Floyd. Listen, I just thought I should call to tell you, um... I'm over you. So, the next time you come to New York, you are more than welcome to stop by to visit and I promise things won't be weird, okay?" She smiles, feeling suddenly lighter. "Okay. Bye."
She hangs up the phone and tosses it onto the cushion beside her, then sighs contentedly.
Maybe she'll just take the wedding dress to a different cleaner's tomorrow.
FIN
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FANDOM: 30 Rock
PAIRING: Floyd/Liz
NOTE: thoughtsicles prompt: I'm over you
SPOILERS: "Sandwich Day" (2x14)
RATING: PG
SUMMARY:
*****
It happens on a Saturday afternoon when she's least expecting it. She's folding her laundry in her living room (and God, she can't wait to get out of this one-piece swimsuit -- the straps are really bothering her), watching an Arrested Development DVD and trying not to focus on how much one of the brothers resembles Devon Banks.
That's when it hits her: she hasn't thought about Floyd in a long time. Like, months. Like since a few weeks after that teamster sub/airport chase brouhaha (she wants to bring 'brouhaha' back into her everyday lexicon). And it's been even longer since she's pined over him.
Maybe she really has come a long way from buying wedding dresses and wiping ham fat on them. Maybe she'll actually finally take that dress to the cleaners.
Well. Okay, her usual drycleaner is on vacation, so maybe she'll wait awhile on that one still.
So as Liz folds her laundry, she sits there on her couch and thinks. She reminisces about Floyd, waiting to feel the nostalgia sink in when memories of their good times hit. She feels a twinge of nostalgia, but nothing overwhelming.
She thinks about when Jack stepped between the two of them and became friends with Floyd -- the Phoebe fiasco and then Floyd moving to The Cleve. This is the point where Liz would normally feel sad and wonder where things went wrong. And, though she feels sad by way of missing The Cleve (seriously -- she could've been a model), she feels no sense of regret over how things went down with Floyd.
And she doesn't puzzle over where it went wrong. Instead she feels clarity. She knows where it went wrong. They tried to make a long-distance relationship work when they hardly knew each other. And, if she was being honest with herself, they had always been better off as friends anyway.
It feels like she's reached an epiphany, as she sits there folding her underwear. She's finally over him. She is finally over Floyd.
And so what is her first order of business? She calls Floyd.
There's no woman that picks up this time -- though even if there were, she honestly doesn't think she'd care. It's Floyd, and he greets her as if they're close friends. She smiles. "Hey, Floyd. Listen, I just thought I should call to tell you, um... I'm over you. So, the next time you come to New York, you are more than welcome to stop by to visit and I promise things won't be weird, okay?" She smiles, feeling suddenly lighter. "Okay. Bye."
She hangs up the phone and tosses it onto the cushion beside her, then sighs contentedly.
Maybe she'll just take the wedding dress to a different cleaner's tomorrow.
FIN
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