What Seventh Heaven Looks Like To A Soap Blogger
Or at least this one, anyway.
I'm unlikely to be able to be the least bit articulate because I have had a lump in my throat and a little lemon in my eye ever since about the thirtieth second of today's One Life to Live, so bear with me. But y'all. Holy Mother of God did this show get to me today.
First of all, Sam! Sam in adorable green PJ's!
And I just adore Sam and John in scenes together. So effing cute I can't even stand it.
And seriously, this would have been enough for me. This show has been so exciting and fun lately that I'm just satiated, and a so-so episode that contains little Sam in a scene with John would make me plenty happy right now. And to add to that, Jessica and Brody had a nice grown-up conversation that actually reflected their history together and the fact that they still care for one another (and perhaps are less completely over than we think?). So again, this would have been enough. This would have been plenty.
But then this happened!
Blair (after thinking Todd was dead and then he'd woken up and she tried to put pressure on his wounds, after explaining that she'd seen a missed call from him on her phone): Why did you call me? Why didn't you call Viki or, or, or Téa?
Todd: 'Cause you're the one, Blair. You're the one. I know that you care about me.
And I'm done for. Done for, I tell you!
At this point, I didn't even know if my heart could handle the rest of the episode. But I decided to be a trooper and continue watching.
So how did they re-pay me? Todd talked about how he'd missed her and how he hadn't seen Blair for eight years and how this wasn't how he pictured their reunion. She agreed. Because she's pictured their reunion. Oh and he had to take his shirt off, you know, so she could take care of his wounds. Sweet mercy, y'all, who bought ad space on today's episode? I'm buying two of each product!
If you had told me six months ago that I'd ever be putting together screencaps of these images, I would have called you unspeakably cruel and asked you if Santa Claus was real, too.
Then Blair played Florence Nightingale to Todd to try and keep him alive. It was in turns heartbreaking and frightening and hilarious. And just at the moment I was thinking, "This show really doesn't have any more doctor characters. Who can she call? I miss Dorian!" she called Dorian! (And Todd may have been tortured and kept away from the world for eight years, but he has not forgotten who James Carville is!) Dorian talked Blair through removing the bullet from Todd's shoulder and Todd told Blair he totally trusts her and, um, y'all it was just awesome and they are just so great together and they've still got it and this was the centerpiece of the episode and it was just perfection. Deep breath. Deep breath. And she did it! Blair removed the bullet while in leggings and heels!
And it wasn't just the "Todd and Blair" of it all. It's that they still managed to find a way to let Dorian be there for Blair even while she's not on the show.
Oh em gee, and then? Blair was about to go, and Todd grabbed her hand and put it on his chest and begged her not to go.
This just... okay, who wrote today's script? Scott Sickles, it looks like? Who wants to chip in to send him a massive gift basket? I'm taking Paypal donations!
And then the ending...
Blair: Are you scared?
Todd: No, I'm not scared. (through tears) (his, not mine) (okay, both!) I just don't want you to leave.
Blair: (through her tears and mine) Okay. I'll stay. I'll stay right here. As long as you need me, okay? (I cannot find the words to describe Kassie dePaiva's delivery of that last line, but suffice it to say that it told a seventeen-year-long story right in that moment. Absolutely beautiful. Beautiful.)
I don't even know what else to say. Except thank you! Thank you, Scott and Ron and Kassie and Roger and all the set and props designers and technicians and camera operators and Jill Mitwell (who directed the episode).
I'm a little excited, y'all. I'm going to go watch those scenes again now, but this time I really ought to get a glass of wine. And a box of tissues.