Hey everyone, this is my first ever fanfiction, especially in Bones. This is going to be a short, random one-shot. This author is just a beginner, so please be gentle, haha. P My day would be much more brighter if you press that little button at the bottom and ahem review. Please do! :D I would really really value your comments. I'm thinking of writing two more one-shots from different points of view but if you think this fic is ugly, I won't continue. Thanks! xD
Oh yes, disclaimer: It would be fab to own Bones, but no I don't, and that is evident from the fact that they haven't got together yet. And thou shalt now begin.
But She Knows Better
She calls him an assertive alpha male, a cocky FBI special agent, someone who admittedly has good people skills. When on a case, they are partners, bond strong and undefeatable and a team to reckon with. After work, they are merely friends, good ones at that.
But she knows better.
Her heart tells her something else, something she's long been denying. Her heart tells her that she loves him.
She doesn't know when it all started. Perhaps it was the time they met, when she could feel those vibes, somehow drawing her closer to him and maybe, him to her. Or maybe it was when he had shown his limitless concern, or risked his life for her many a time. All that tension, threatening to rip them apart… Which one of them is it? She really isn't sure.
She had never noticed this love until much later. Angela's prodding had only served to strengthen her denial. Had she been that oblivious? Now, it seemed, that she had been just that – oblivious.
Realization had struck her after the mistletoe kiss. It had left her flustered, caught off guard and… And something she wished she could go back to again. And it had flooded her with a warm sensation, a sensation that was comparable to none. It was better than the moments she had shared with Sully, and so much more than anything she had experienced.
And yet she never wanted to face it. In reality, she had been running away. Running away from the truth, telling herself she didn't love him and that it was all just a big mistake, when in actual fact, she was afraid.
Afraid of trusting again, afraid of getting her heart broken again, afraid of being left to struggle alone again.
And that line. That line had stopped everything.
And they've been dancing around this unnamed space for many years, trapped by that line drawn ages ago, the boundary that draws the thin line separating friendship and love.
She really had to stop and ask herself a very important question sometimes. Had that line not been there, would she – they, in fact – have done anything about it? Would they have advanced beyond friendship? Would they, really?
But she would never know.
And she would never ask him. She would never tell him the truth. She didn't want to destroy that beautiful friendship they had built up just by a moment of folly.
She didn't want to be shamed if she found out he never felt anything for her that was beyond friendship.
And so, she would take it to the bottom of her heart, hidden, where no one would ever know…