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A/N: Set post "Scull in the Desert". Read and review, please!
Runner
She sat in her tiny kitchen, arms folded across the cheep wooden table, chin resting on them,hair hiding her tears from anyone who might be watching, though there was no one to see her breaking down. It was, in all actuality, one of the least comfortable positions she had ever known. She was fully aware that she could move, could easily shift into a more relaxation friendly position, but why bother? Why bother being physically comfortable when she was falling apart emotionally? Not even a world class spa treatment could ease what she was feeling now, because she was once again upending her life, and this time it hurt. Yes, this time it hurt like hell.
She had tried to understand it all morning, tried to understand why she felt so much emotion this time. It wasn't as if she hadn't done this several times before, it had become her entire adult life. Whenever she started to feel tied down she would pick up the tiny roots she had planted and move on, on to turn another town's life up side down.
No, she thought, that wasn't being honest with herself. Whenever she started to feel, really feel, in a place she picked up her mess of a life and ran. She ran to protect others from what her mother had called her, "Personal disaster", ran to keep them safe from all the pain she knew she would inevitably cause anyone who was stupid enough to truly care about her.
Not that anyone could really care about her, that was just one more thing that had been drilled into her during her childhood. "Honestly," her mother would spit, "You are one of the least likeable children I have ever had the misfortune to meet, let alone loveable." It made no difference that her mother was usually drunk when she said this, or how many toys and books her father would bring her from his travels, the words still cut and scarred. When she left that house she had promised herself she would never be the cause of any more pain, would never open herself that completely to anyone ever again. It was the reason her relationships always failed.
Until now. This time she had made friends, had allowed herself to truly care about not just one, but several other people. She had invested herself in these relationships without noticing, until that week. Hearing her best friend's voice on the other end of the phone she had realized how much she needed the other scientist. More importantly, she had realized how much her friend had come to depend on her.
That was why she was leaving now. Yes, the fact that she had left without saying goodbye would hurt her friends, but it would be better to leave now and hurt them a little than to stay. If she stayed she would be the downfall of all of them. She had already broken up her biological family, she couldn't bear the thought that she might also bring this new "family" crashing down.
It wasn't as though it had been difficult to leave her job. She had simply cornered Dr. Goodman and informed him of her decision. He had argued with her, telling her she was the best in her field and they needed her at the Jeffersonian, but ultimately he could not stop her from giving him her two weeks' notice and taking those two weeks in vacation time. The hardest bit had been convincing him not to tell anyone.
"Surely you know that they will want to say goodbye to you?"
"Yes, and that's exactly why I don't want them told." He had relented. If everything went as planned she would be well on her way to Colorado before anyone noticed she was gone.
She was startled from her thoughts by the ringing of the doorbell. That was just one more thing that was different about this move, she had never felt the need to keep so many material things. This time she had too many pictures and other items that held special memories to fit in her car, so she had called a moving company. As the doorbell rang yet again she looked around at all the half-packed boxes. She groaned, thinking that the movers must be early and realizing how much she hated people who showed up before they said they would.
She was brought back to earth by the doorbell ringing for a third time. "Okay, okay, hold on I'm coming!" she yelled as she rose. She looked through the front window and her heart sank.
"Angela Montenegro, open this door!"
A/N2: I thought Angela could use a little more representation in the world of fanfiction, so I'm planning on giving her a past and making her deal with it. I hope she didn't seem to OOC, but I don't think she is completely the happy-go-lucky person we see on the show, not all the time anyway. I haven't seen all the episodes, and though I'm aware that Angela seemed to have a good relationship with her father I don't think her mom was ever mentioned. If she was please let me know, and also chalk it up to fanfiction I guess.
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