A/N: This is my first Bones fanfic. I hope you all like it, but I must warn you first that the grammar is going to be a little bad, and the plot may be a little rushed because I wrote this at two in the morning. Please don't be discouraged by the bad grammar to read and review, I don't care whether you have something good or terrible to say. This may turn into a two-shot if the readers like it, otherwise, it will remain a one-shot. Also, if you guys have a better suggestion for a title, please feel free to say anything.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bones or the song.
Falling to Pieces
I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just praying to a God that I don't believe in
'Coz I got time while he got freedom
'Coz when a heart breaks no it don't break even
His best days are some of my worst,
He finally met a woman who's gonna put him first
While I'm wide awake he has no trouble sleeping
'Coz when a heart breaks no it don't break even, even
What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you, and
What am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're ok
I'm falling to pieces yeah
I'm falling to pieces
I've been sitting there by the coffee cart by myself for almost three hours, waiting for him to show up. It was a promise that we both made, and I know that he's not the kind of person to just break a promise.
I watched as people walked pass by me, and I watched the view in front of me as I waited. I looked at my watch again. Three and a half hours. I let out a soft sigh, and got up from the bench feeling disappointed. I was just about to walk away when I heard the nickname that he had given me the first time that we met.
"Bones!" I turned around to see where the voice was coming from, and as soon as I did, I saw him standing right before my eyes. My heart started to beat erratically as he smiled at me, and I couldn't help but smile back. Just by looking at him, I could see the difference that the training made in him: his shoulders were much broader, and his biceps were a lot bigger. I wanted to run to him. I wanted to wrap my arms around him as soon as possible, but I remained calm. Instead of running, I slowly walked toward him.
"Booth! Oh, I'm so glad you came home okay," I said as I gave the man that I would soon claim as mine a tight hug when I finally made it in front of him.
I realized that after a year apart from each other, there was nothing I missed more than him. I missed his smile, his smell, and his sense of humor. I also missed working on a case with him, and staying up late while comparing our notes. I always thought about him, even when I'm asleep. I worried about him; the thought of him being hurt never left my mind, and it made me anxious to see him again.
Most nights, I would dream about the two of us sharing our lives together, and it made me angry that I had to leave in order for me to realize what I wanted; which is to create a family with him, and now that we're both back, we can finally get what we both want. I love him, and it took me a year to realize it.
"Bones, it's great to see you," he said as he kissed the top of my head. I ignored the effect that it had on me, but just hugged him even tighter.
"It's great to see you too, but I have to tell you something," I said against his chest.
"Great! I have to tell you something too!" he said with excitement in his voice as I looked up to see his face.
"You go first," I said not knowing what he was going to tell me.
"'Kay. I'm getting married next month. I met someone while I was away, and she's really great. Her name is Hannah Burley, and she's a journalist. At first it was weird, but the more we got to know each other, the more I fell in love with her," he said, and what I heard destroyed my world. I'm too late. I could feel my eyes sting a little bit, but I willed myself not to cry. At least not in front of him.
"Wow...uh...that's great. I'm really happy for you," I lied.
"Thanks, I knew you'd be happy for me. Anyway, what was it that you were going to tell me? It sounded important," he asked.
"Nothing, it's not important anymore," I said as I took a few steps away from him. A part of me wanted to be near him, but I knew that it's just going to make things worse for me.
I walked inside the Jeffersonian with an empty box in my hand. I can't do it. I can't smile and pretend that nothing is wrong or that it's not hurting me because everything is wrong and it is hurting me.
It's been two weeks since he told me, and I've met Hannah once or twice. She was beautiful with long blond hair, probably the reason that he loves her even more. I could tell that they're perfect for each other, and for me to say that hurts like someone is stabbing my heart with a dagger-metaphorically, of course. It hurts so much that sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night because of the pain that I'm feeling.
I have to get away, which is exactly what I'm doing. I have to go somewhere to start over, and not screw everything up. Somewhere far away from him. I know I'm running, just like I always do, but I'm not letting anyone stop me.
"Dr. Soroyan, this is my letter of resignation," I said as I entered Cam's office with a white envelope in my hand. As soon as she heard what I said, she looked up at me in disbelief.
"Dr. Brennan, are you sure about this?" she asked.
"Yes, I was offered a job in Stanford, and I couldn't let it pass. I'm sorry that I decided to leave the Jeffersonian Institution, but I can provide you a list of forensic anthropologists that can do this job," I said. I watched as her emotion changed from disbelief to understanding.
"Well, I respect your decision. You will be missed by everyone," Cam said as she gave me a hug. I tried to blink away the tears that were threatening to fall, but a couple managed to roll their way down my cheeks.
"Thank you, Cam," I said before I left her office.
After getting home from the Jeffersonian, I packed my belongings leaving behind everything that reminds me of him.
There's no need for me to stay much longer; it will only make me more miserable than I already am. I've made my farewells to all my friends, except for Booth. There's no need for him to know about my plans. He has Hannah now, and I hope that they live a happy life together.
They say bad things happen for a reason
But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding
'Coz he's moved on while I'm still grieving
And when a heart breaks
no it don't break even, even no.
What am I gonna do when the best part of me was always you
What am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're ok
I'm falling to pieces, yeah
I'm falling to pieces, yeah
I'm falling to pieces
