Title: One Selfish Night
One Selfish Night
I know what David and Olivia did on the night Blanchard was shot by the rogue
androids (hmmm…) How about the good doctor? This is Olan Chang's story.
all characters belong to me!!! Yes, that is correct...ok...I admit it, they
belong to the show Total Recall 2070, which is owned by Alliance/Atlantis.
stood in front of the window at midnight hour. Her heart beat the rhythms of
the pouring rain tapping on her window. She had received Bayliss' e-comm an
hour ago. "Olan, have you heard? Nick is dead. He was shot by some rogue
androids." She had shaken her head in disbelief. Her hands trembled as
she turned off her computer. Nick Blanchard could not possibly be dead. His
infectious laughter and easy smile were still vivid on her mind. Before he and
David left for their nightly patrol, Nick had joked about taking Olan out to
some fancy Bed and Breakfast this weekend and Olan had as usual laughed it off.
He winked his pale blue eyes at her and Olan had slapped his arm playfully.
It was just like Nick, he was so unpredictable and irresponsible one minute
he was there the next he was gone.
wanted so much to cry. Death was not something unfamiliar to her line of work.
She was the forensic expert for God's sake. Yet, when someone close to you died
the whole perspective changed in a tick. Was she entitled to grieve for him?
Why was she being selfish all of the sudden? If anyone had been entitled it
would be David. The two of them had graduated from the CPB Academy together
and they became partners coincidentally. All Olan knew about Nick was only incomplete
fragments of his being. She wondered how David was taking it.
David and Olivia's wedding day like it was yesterday; Olan was the maid of honor
whilst Nick the best man. They had danced the night away together, rivaling
the bride and groom themselves, and finished two bottles of Chianti and a bottle
of champagne which Nick stole from the caterer. Olan had blabbed about how her
parents treated her like an orphan ever since her little sister got married
before her. Nick had listened and comforted her the only way he knew how, by
making a fool of himself and sending Olan into a laughing fit.
was not the last time they shared such closeness. The last time was a couple
months back. Her stupidity for actually believing that she could have a real
relationship with a certain gentleman had driven her to the point of devastation.
Never before she felt so cheated and pathetic. Nick had taken her out for a
drink to celebrate being 'singletons' or so he said and a couple of hours later
they shared an awkward kiss on the sofa of her living room. He had excused himself
and muttered something about it not being a good idea. At first, she felt angry
then she was grateful for Nick's not taking advantage of her vulnerability.
Nick was not a model for gentlemanly behavior conduct himself; the man went
over girlfriends like he went over his wardrobe. He had a notorious reputation
amongst the ladies, it certainly didn't help when at one time one of his ex-girlfriends
came over to the station and made a commotion about their break-up. However,
Olan preferred to remember a conversation they had on David's wedding day. "Do
you think we'll ever be as happy as David and Olivia in the future?" She
practically choked on her wine before managing to think up some good comeback,
"Well, I know for sure we won't be if we had been married to each other."
For a brief moment, Olan saw how sad his eyes were and her heart fell. Then,
"Hell, Olan. Now I know why you're still single." Relieved, Olan had
slapped him on the shoulder again and again, "What made you say that?"
And Nick had laughed and laughed.
slid onto the floor. Her back pressed against the cold gray wall. Tears fell
on her face as rapidly as the rain outside. Nick. Beautiful Nick. She mourned
for his death. She did love him in her own way although she could never express
it while he was still with them. He was a good friend, a dear friend. For now,
she would only think of him as hers alone to mourn for. Tomorrow, she would
be the good doctor to her colleagues, a selfless and considerate friend to the
grieving David and Olivia. Their pain would matter more than hers would. Tonight
was another matter.