Author:
Michelle K. (
Rating:
PG
Site:
http://www.envy.nu/wwfic
Archive:
Just tell me where.
Pairing:
Kyle/Isabel
Summary:
Post-ep for 'A Tale of Two Parties.'
Disclaimer:
Characters from "
Notes:
My first "
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It
was a simple question. It wasn't a serious one; it wasn't one that should spark
feelings of desire.
But
it was a question, and it's got him to thinking.
How
much does he love Isabel?
Because
he does love her; she's a good friend. He's found himself leaning on her more
and more; and he feels that she can lean on him when she needs to.
She's
a good friend.
A
very good friend.
That's
how he loves her. As a very, very good friend...
...that
he sometimes finds himself fantasizing about.
Wait.
That didn't sound right at all.
He
has to just love her as a friend. That's what their relationship is made for.
Friendship.
After
all, she's married. And Jesse's a good guy.
If
you like guys who are relentlessly boring.
Wait.
That didn't sound any better.
He
has to be her friend, and nothing more. Considering anything else would do him
no good. Anything else is impossible, pointless, and downright dumb.
Not
that he's ever been considered a genius.
Wait.
Insulting himself won't help either.
He
knows the possibility is dead to him now, if there was ever a flicker of life in
it to begin with.
But,
still, the question lingers in his mind after it's been asked.
How
much?
The
answer is there, beneath the denials to himself and the common sense that's
grown to cloak his baser instincts.
The
answer is there, and it comes to him in tiny slivers of knowledge. He's kinda
clued when he imagines his lips against hers; his eyes are a little more open
when he watches her happiness over that damn Rudolph tape.
But
the answer is crystal clear by
How
much does he love Isabel?
More
than a friend, that's for sure.
Much
more than he should.
Way
too much to do him any good, especially when she loves someone else.
But
just enough to get him through the day, to keep him going until he finds a girl
who isn't someone else's.
And
he knows, eventually, that day will come.
Strangely
enough, he's dreading it.
THE END
