Has anyone requested #30 'you don't see me'? Reminds me of Doctor Who, Twelve and Clara if you've watched it.
“What are you going to do? Ground me? Take away my phone privileges?”
“Don’t,” she snapped, shooting him a glare that pierced him more than any bullet ever could. “Just... don’t, okay? You don’t get to-” She shook her head. “Don’t act like you’re my father. You’re not. You never will be.”
“Believe me when I say I don’t see you as my daughter, Elizabeth,” he said, and there was a dark... something in his low voice that only emphasized the danger hidden beneath his blank face.
“That’s the problem,” she muttered under her breath.
She hadn’t meant for him to hear the words, but evidently, he’d heard them all the same.
“I must confess, I’m more than a little confused right now,” he said sardonically, tilting his head in that familiar way of his. At this moment, she found the little mannerism infuriating. “You don’t want me to act like your father... yet you find it a problem that I don’t see you as my daughter?”
She whipped around in an unexplainable whirlwind of emotion. “The problem is, you don’t see me at all!” His dumbfounded expression knocked the fight out of her like a needle to a balloon. She suddenly felt so... drained. “You don’t see me,” she whispered, throat tightening painfully. “You don’t see me the way I want you to.”
“... How do you want me to see you?”
“As a woman you don’t just need but want.” She clenched her hands tight, hoping to hide the tremor that could be heard in her confession. After a pregnant pause, she added quietly, “A woman you might one day fall in love with.”
She wasn’t sure she could deal with his rejection right now.
Before he could say anything further, she continued hastily, “But how could you?” She looked down and away, hiding her face before he could see her cry. “I’m Sam’s little girl. The little girl you saved decades ago. Not to mention the countless women that trip over their feet for you everywhere we go. How could I possibly compare-”
So much for avoiding his rejection.
He took the few steps necessary to reach her, and she could see the tips of his shoes touching her own. Gently grasping her chin, he angled her face so that she couldn’t look away, and he made sure her eyes stayed on his as he spoke.
“You are Sam’s little girl - not mine. If Sam could see the way I looked at you...” He huffed a breath of a laugh, then shook his head as though to clear his thoughts. “Elizabeth, if you choose to believe only one thing I’ve ever said to you, believe this:
And I do need you. I do want you.
But I can’t see you as a woman I might one day fall in love with.”
She should have known, really. It was stupid of her to-
“The term ‘might’ implies an uncertainty that I just don’t have. I don’t need to wait until a ‘one day’ to know my own feelings. If there’s anything I’m certain about, it’s that I already love you, Elizabeth. I’m already in love with you. I have been for a long time now.”
This time, it was he that cut her off.
“And what do those women matter when the woman that I’m tripping over my feet for can’t see the way I’ve been looking at her this whole time?” He chuckled, smiling softly as he brushed away the tears that had fallen against her will. “What do those women matter when you’re the only woman that I see?”
“You love me,” she said in disbelief, more to herself than him. “You’re in love with me.”
“I am,” he confirmed, nodding. “And I hope one day, you’ll see me the way I see you, Lizzie.”
“I already do, Red,” she said, nuzzling his neck and feeling herself smile for the first time all day. “I already do.”
