Disclaimer: I do not own Northern Exposure.

Note: I don't really believe this paring is true, I just thought it was a cute idea.

Every day, all day, I sit there. Still as a statue. If you didn't know I was alive you'd think I wasn't breathing. I can sit that still because of who I am.

But one day, Dr. Fleishman asked me how I can sit so still and do nothing. He's so active, so frantic all the time, that he can't imagine calmness, stillness. He asked me if I think. Of course I do, it was a dumb question. Then he asked what I think ABOUT.

I almost blushed. But that's not how I'm built, so I just stared at him like I usually did. At his bright, inquisitive face. Always moving, sometimes shouting, but sometimes so concerned and gentle that my heart melts. Yes, I do. I have a crush on him.

How could I explain to him that what I was thinking about WAS him?

"Clips," I said finally, staring at him so he'd know I was lying. How could I tell him the REAL reason I'd left the Flying Man, a man I loved and at any other time would have married?

"Clips?"

"Paper clips."

"Paper clips. That's what you think about all day is paper clips."

"And colors."

"Colors?"

"Mostly blue."

Is he going to notice that he wears blue almost every day? I looked at him, waiting.

But no. He's always too busy to realize the obvious.