Some Little Love Notes

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I love Simon because he's a brilliant doctor. I love him because even incognito and under a warrant, he couldn't walk away from a patient in distress. I love that he chose his sister over his father, his career, and his comfort. I love his absolute devotion to River. I love his snark. I love that he might actually make a pretty good criminal mastermind. I love his refusal to hurt Jayne because he's Jayne's doctor. I love how utterly out of his element he is, and how hard he holds onto what he can, like the manners. I love his ineptitude when it comes to people not his sister. I love him because everything - his pampered childhood, his poor people skills, his discomfort with new experiences - says he should never have made it this far, but he did.





I love Tara because the stutter was adorable. I love her for coming out of her shell. I love her because she wanted Willow to be happy, even if it meant being with Oz. I love her because she was like some kind of mother goddess, all curves and gentle hands and endless comfort for the wounded. I love her for being a survivor. She was strong enough to leave her family and she was strong enough to leave Willow and she was strong enough to stay gone until she was sure the situation had changed, and would stay changed. I love that, even separated from Willow, she kept in touch with Dawn. I love her because she was gorgeous and grounded and good.





I love Snape because he's brilliant but still an awful, awful teacher. I love him because he really is a superspy; whichever side you think he's on, he totally snowed one of the two most powerful wizards of the age, who, FYI, could totally read minds. I love him because I really do think he killed Dumbledore on Dumbledore's orders and I cannot fathom that kind of fortitude, to look in the face of a man you've known since childhood, who's given you hearth and sheltered you from the law, and kill him, cold. I love him because he's bitter and childish and viciously petty and a hero anyway.





I love Harry because he doesn't hate Muggles, despite the way the Dursleys treated him, and the way everyone else he met apparently ignored that treatment, which, wow, because that some pretty fucking unsubtle neglect and somebody should have said something. I love his absolute joy in flying. I love him for refusing to curl up and die. I love him for sticking around to fight Voldemort, when he would not have been unjustified in telling the wizarding world to fuck off and save their own damn selves. I love him for reaching out to Hermione in first year. I love and hate his curiosity. I love his sense of fair play. And fine, I admit it, I like his angst - in moderation. I love his saving-people thing and his emotional stupidity and okay, I'm a little charmed by his ability to go for months set at CONSTANT CAPSLOCK, because if anybody has an excuse to be a bratty teenager...





I love Atticus because come the fuck on, people, amnesiac half-alien who fights crime! Undercover! With his male partner/lover and their hacker sidekick! Okay. I love him because he made it out of the woods with only half of himself. I love him because he didn't let the foster care system break him. I love him because he looks to comic books for moral guidance because "everything else assumes you're human". I love him because he loved Ru enough to fight his orientation. I love him because he sings Cake, and because he used to believe that humans just burst into song when they were in love in real life, not just in movies. I love him because he cared for and about Ukiah even when he didn't trust him.





I love Tony because he's a hedonist, and a slutty one. I love him because he's an awesome undercover agent. I love him because he canonically has enhanced senses (ripe for a Sentinal crossover! come on, people!). I love him because he acts like a slacker, but he comes into work in the middle of the night to do paperwork. I have no idea how much of his random backstory to believe (sailor suits? disinherited at 12?), but I'm fascinated all the same. He's ridiculously competitive and hungry for approval. He keeps Gibbs' medals in his desk drawer. His last words will be "I saw this movie!". He's loyal. He literally laughed in the face of the Black Death; he's my hero.





I love Meredith because she's gorgeous and an absolute train wreck. I love her because she's a slutty drunk. I love her voice and her wide mouth and her blue eyes and her penchant for melodrama. I love that she used to be an angry, pink-haired teenager. I love her because she grabbed the bomb. I love that she was a bitch about Addison's cocoa, because you know what? That's what you do, when, against your own better judgment, a man seduces you into falling for him and then you find out he has a wife. A brilliant, accomplished, completely fucking gorgeous wife who he leaves you for. You get to be bitchy and melodramatic and fucked-up, because that's not how it's supposed to go. So I love her despite the self-absorption and the sleeping with George, because she's tried to move on and she just keeps getting sucked back in.





I love Max because she'd, demonstrably, die for her friends. I love her because not time nor distance can make her stop loving her "brothers" and "sisters". I love her because so many other people love her. I love her because she's sassy and badass and uses her superpowers to win bets in bars. I love her because she's an actual cat burglar. She killed Ben to protect him. She broke out of Manticore twice. She loves Joshua even though he used to be her bogeyman. I love her because she starts the series violently opposed to acting anything like a hero and ends it part of a revolution.





I love Harry Dresden because he's the only wizard in the yellow pages. I love him because he started a war for love. I love him because he wears his mother's necklace. I love him because he's stupid for family. I love him because he's a wiseass. I love him because he does the right thing even when it isn't the smart thing. I love him because, forget bringing a gun to a knife fight, he brought a freaking Tyrannosaurus to a zombie fight. I love him for offering to accept a second Doom of Damocles 'cause it was for a friend's kid. I love him because he cannot turn down a damsel in distress, even when he knows better. I love him because sometimes, he's damn cunning. I love him for resisting Lasciel. I love him for taking the damn cloak. I love him for being a badass only sometimes.

And I love him despite the fact that I resent going all fangirlish over two orphan wizards with authority issues named Harry.