Author's Note: I wrote this about an hour after the 100th episode premiered… It's kind of short but I liked it. However, I thought that there would be a lot of depressing stories on so decided not to post it. Obviously, that has changed. There are probably several mistakes (grammar wise at least)… So I'm sorry for those. Please read and review! Thanks!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Bones.
People You Least Expect
Sometimes, it's the people that you least expect to make an impact on you that make the biggest hole in the wall that you build around yourself. Sometimes, it's the people that you try to keep out that burrow themselves into who you are so deeply that you know you'll never get them out.
And sometimes this realization doesn't come to you until you're sitting in the back of a taxi cab watching outside the rain streamed window as this…person stands there in shock. And by the time the door is closed, and he sticks his head into the window it is already too late. Too late to open the door and climb out of the car… Too late to latch on to him, and tell him all the mistakes that you've ever made simply to lessen the impact of the secret that he whispered to you with eyes so intense that you felt as though you were going to melt into the sidewalk.
Six years later you feel that mistake. You see it every time you look at yourself in the mirror. Every time you walk into your empty apartment, and see what could have been had you simply accepted what could be… what should be.
Six years later, he opens that door again. He holds out his hand as if to help you out of the taxi from six years previous. He gives you the chance to fix your mistake… and you look him straight in his tear filled eyes that hold expressions that are somehow wild and yet completely controlled and you tell him 'no'. You pull away. You repeat your mistake.
You hurt him.
And then to dig that knife in a little deeper…To twist it just a little more you ask if you can still work together. And he looks at you… Still the man who has made you who you are today… Still the man who showed you the world… and he says 'yes'.
But you notice that his eyes are lifeless. That they're no longer wild or controlled but dead. As dead as the body that ended up on your table… As dead as the body that started all of this.
And you realize as you walk away, arms intertwined, your head resting on his broad shoulder, that sometimes it's the people that you least expect that kill your soul.