Title: Broken
Author: WhitePhoenixes
Summary: "She was broken. An indescribable feeling radiating from the approximate location of her heart."
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. Sighs
She was broken. An indescribable feeling radiating from the approximate location of her heart. Unbidden, tears came. She watched him walk away, dressed in his U.S. Army uniform. His hair neatly parted to the side. Gelled. So much like the first time she saw him. The first time they kissed.
She wiped the tears away from her eyes, frustrated. It was not meant to be like this. She was to leave for Indonesia with Daisy, he for Afghanistan. Their parting was not to come with tears. She was to wish him well. Yet here she was, with tears rolling down her cheeks, inexpressible emotions running through her mind. She felt worried… sad… anxious… excited. A plethora of emotions coursing through her.
In the end, she had left with Daisy to Indonesia. She had fun there, enjoyed herself, immersing herself in ancient remains, reminding herself day after day why she had chosen forensic anthropology. Yet every night, after the excitement of the day, she thought of him. The thoughts of him came unconsciously. She didn't want to miss him. It was not rational. Booth was just another person in her life. The emotions she was feeling were all results of biochemical reactions in the brain, were they not?
Yet night after night, her thoughts drifted to him. Was he well? Was he safe? She knew the perils of war. She saw the results of humanity's evils every day. She knew she should be proud of Booth for wanting to serve his, no, their country. Yet she worries.
At night, she often thought back to the cases they worked on. In the safety of her dreams, she thought of him.
Their partnership had changed so much since the first time they met. It was with a tinge of regret that she thought back to those days. She was raw, according to Booth, like an uncut diamond. More often than once, she wondered what might had happened if she did have sex with him on that first case. Would it have changed anything?
Perhaps, she thought. Perhaps it would have changed everything. Perhaps she would not be the woman standing at the reflecting pool forlornly, trying to hide the sheer amount of emotions she experienced as he told her about his new girlfriend.
Perhaps, that one night would have changed everything.
R/R please? I have milk and cookies. :D