Days, why do you toy with me?
The signs were all there that Chick was over. First, there was Chelsea’s insta-crush on Dr. Jonas. Of course, that could just have been the beginning of a standard “third party obstacle” storyline for Chick. What clinched it for me was the near-total absence of Nick, especially compared to Chelsea’s ubiquitousness, and that started even before Dr. Jonas arrived.
Even including the grant proposal scenes with Max, Nick has not been a significant part of the show since Higley took over. Through the resolution of the Ford Decker debacle, he showed up briefly a few times to play the generic supportive boyfriend. (This coincided with the downturn in the quality of the dialogue, which made me think cynically that the new writers weren’t smart enough to write for a brainy scientist.) When the drama surrounding Bo’s illness started, and everybody and his brother were at the hospital except Nick, his absence became even more glaring.
So Chick, clearly, was dead. Okay, I thought, I can deal with that. I’m not the type to throw fits and sulks on message boards about how important my couple is and how the show should cater to no one but me, me, me. If the new headwriter couldn’t see the great potential she has with Chick, who was I to kick up a fuss?
We’d always have Toronto, right?
This mood of philosophic detachment lasted until today (3/19), when Nick showed up at the hospital and was greeted with enthusiasm by Chelsea. He was his sweet, dorky self, giving her a teddy bear from his childhood to help her through this ordeal, and joking with her about having joint custody of the bear. He was the only one to point out that Chelsea does not have to be Bo’s donor, also the only one who seemed the least bit concerned about the fact that she is risking her life. (I can only guess whether his comment that he doesn’t want to lose her is an anvil that he’s about to do exactly that.)
screencap courtesy chit-chat-haven
After that, it was also a treat to see him play poker in the hospital waiting room with Steve, Max, and Stephanie. The camera focused on his reaction several times, highlighting his concern for Chelsea. Could Chick be in the cards after all? Could the (I assume) upcoming separation be part of a long-term plan to define them separately as individuals before putting them back together? Do I dare hope? Well, do I??
Too late. The trouble is, with renewed hope comes renewed distress. Shipping a couple is like being a junkie. I thought I had been cut off by my dealer. No problem, I can kick the habit. But then you get that one hit of smack, that one little scene that makes you remember why you loved this couple. And then, suddenly, you want to do things like gouge a certain doctor’s attractive eyes out and hiss, you’re way too old. Or maybe shake a certain girl with hero worship issues who can’t see the great guy right in front of her. Or start a flame war with “Chan” supporters.
Sigh. My name is marypickford, and I am a Chick shipper. Help me.