A/N: I promised myself I wouldn't write any more fanfiction until I've finished the first draft of my novel, but here I am again. I had to break my rule after seeing the best episode ever – Bones on the Blue Line (Swaisy FTW, baby!) So, um, here is a little ficlet inspired by it's awesomeness! Enjoy! XD
It's been exactly a week since that guy, the guy who'd just beat leukaemia, died in my arms. One long week. But at last, I've finally decided what I'm going to do. I'm going to marry Daisy. Yeah. Sounds easy, right? Wrong. I'm screwed.
I leaf through my pages of proposal ideas for the hundredth time, looking for something, anything, that could possibly get her to say yes.
Daisy, will you marry me?
Meh. Too boring.
Daisy, please make me the happiest man that I know - marry me?
Daisy, I don't want to end up cold, dead and alone on a subway car, so will you marry me?
Starting your proposal with a dead guy is probably not the way to go. Plus, too needy.
Daisy, of all the women I have ever had intimate relations with...
Don't reference other girls you've slept with, either.
Daisy, you are the love of my life. Without you, my entire existence is meaningless, such is the power of your immense beauty over me. Would you do me the greatest honour of becoming my wife?
Okay, so there is such a thing as being too romantic. No wonder people think Daisy wears the pants in our relationship.
Daisy, I love you... um... yeah. Marry me?
That's not even a proper sentence.
Daisy, of all the flowers in the world, I'd pick you first.
No. Just... no.
Daisy, as Sigmund Freud once said, 'Romantic love is admittedly an unusual state, but not one that can be stigmatized as pathological'...
I am not bringing psychology into this.
Daisy, in a galaxy far, far away...
Not a great proposal, but I'll keep it in mind if I ever want to get divorced...
The woman I love is called Daisy,
Without her, my future is hazy,
If she says she's my wife,
Then I'll have a great life,
If she doesn't, I'll simply go crazy.
I will not, repeat not, propose marriage through a limerick.
Daisy - You plus Me equals Love, Love plus this Ring equals Marriage, therefore it follows that Marriage equals You plus Me.
Word math?! I just used word math. This is getting depressing.
Daisy, I don't want to spend any more time away from you then I have to.
Okay, that's sappy. Complete no-no.
Daisy, for hundreds upon thousands of years, pirates and ninjas have been competing against one another. Now I, a Grand High Ninja, and you, a Pirate Queen, have the abilities to bring a halt to this war through matrimony.
Totally awesome. But not what Daisy needs to hear.
Daisy, in the words of Gollum from Lord of the Rings, this one ring will bind us together, my precious.
I am going to get punched in the face. I just know it.
Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do. I'm half crazy, all for the love of you. It won't be a stylish marriage, I can't afford a carriage. But you'll look sweet upon the seat of a bicycle made for two.
Wow, that's original. Not. And I can't even ride a bike...
You know what? Forget it. I'll just make it up as I go along. And she'll say yes. Possibly. Maybe. I hope.
On second thought, a limerick wouldn't be a terrible idea...
A/N: Et voila! What did you think? Reviews would make me squeal in a Daisy-like fashion, so please drop me a line! XD Also, you get bonus points if you can recognise Sweets's actual proposal amidst my insanity!