lord_cellytron | You'll never win.

Well.. actually it was conceived during a long sleepless night of passion (i.e., listening to Meat Loaf CDs and sitting in the dark alone).. I was listening to "Bat out of Hell" for the gazillionth time, and for some reason I began thinking of the characters, and more specifically the episode where Margaret got married. I kept seeing the scene where she and Donald leave on their honeymoon.

Suddenly, it hit me.

The lyrics..

Oh baby you're the only thing in this whole world,
that's pure and good and right.
And wherever you are and wherever you go,
there's always gonna be some light.
But I gotta get out,
I gotta break it out now,
Before the final crack of dawn.
So we gotta make the most of our one night together.
When it's over you know,
We'll both be so alone

Tada! Instant angst.. but for whom?

OF COURSE. Frank!!

Margaret, the only one in the 'whole world' who shared the same values and was on his side.. and often the only one who showed him any caring. "pure and good and right". Very 50's, insecure man ideals in a woman.

"Wherever you are and wherever you go, there's always gonna be some light" of course refers to her leaving, and taking her inner light with her. *corniness.. gack.* It could also refer to the concept of "our beds are crowded".. in essence, Margaret is taking a part of Frank with her, a part that maybe he would collapse without. His one stable connection to love, beauty, friendship..

I kinda saw the rest of the lyrics, in reference to "gotta get out" strike me as either meaning Frank's desperation sending him "out" of his head.. or "out" of the army because he's lost his one support and will assuredly collapse.. so i guess it kinda could go either way.

One night together is self-explanatory. "Both be so alone" seems utterly perfect because Frank goes back to his crappy marriage and Margaret ultimately gets divorced.

I don't know, if you actually read this whole thing, be proud of yourself. Any thoughts? Anyone?

I'm just tired of seeing all these fics that perpetuate the "Frank's such an unredeemable asshole" thing. I want to write the fic that makes my mom think, "Huh. Maybe he isn't such a jerk." Can it be done? Of course. And I want to.

Okay, I posted that to

mashfanatic. Jeez... I mean, the fic bunny is biting me really hard.

I don't wanna abandon Eternal Moment... but the prospect of a shiny new psychoanalytical query-fest is so hard to turn down.

It could be short. It could be a saga.. it could be anything.

I just don't know if I should. Of course I should.

Oh shit. Monitor.. flash...