So. I've still been having this whole "Ooh-I'm-Not-Going-To-Be-Creative" phase thing going on. To fight this bloody battle to the death, I'm going to start doing drabbles. Yes, 100 word ficlets. (GASP) Yeah. I'm shocked, too.
Hanways, I don't own anything.
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She was dangerous. Did he know? Did he know when he looked at her that she could hurt him? Hurt him so acutely that he wouldn't ever love her again.
Maybe he did, and that was why he kept his head down when she smiled at him.
Despite herself, she wanted him to love her back.
Even though she knew how destructive she could be, she still wanted Booth to love her.
She had destroyed her parent's life, she had driven Russ away. What would stop her from demolishing the nice little life he had built?
Nothing. She was treacherous.
