Here is my new story. I'm hoping it doesn't suck. I don't own anything, and yes this is a twisted, sick story, like my other stories. Again I don't own anything. So, read if you want. Oh ya, there is slash in here.
Staring down at the bones I tried my hardest to resist the urge to hit them. Looking up I realized that Dr. Brennan was talking to me. Sighing I opened my mouth to explain to her why the bones weren't ready for her yet.
"No," she said seeing me open my mouth, "I don't want to hear it Zach."
"Listen to me you self-involved bitch," I said sneering, "While you were out playing hooky with Mr. Perfect over there I cleaned three bodies, figured out what killed them, and collected evidence. I really am not in the mood to hear the speech that you have ready because I do a hell of a lot more work then I'm given credit for. Sire, I fucking wish you would have died in that car!"
Before she could say anything I pulled my gloves and lab coat off and left. Walking past Booth and Cam I shoved my key card to her and walked out of the building. Waving a taxi I gave him the address to my apartment.
When we get there I handed him twenty dollars and walked into the apartment. Going to the bathroom I ripped open the medicine cabinet and started to throw different pill bottles everywhere. Smiling I pulled out a bottle of pain meds.
"Zach," Hodgins said banging on the door.
"What do you want?" I yelled angrily.
"I'm just worried about you," he said opening the door.
"Damn it," I said punching the mirror.
"Zach," he said rushing to me, "What the hell?"
"I can't do this," I said with a sigh, "I can't stand watching everyone think I'm fine."
"I know," he said forcing me to sit on the toilet, "I know it's hard to have everyone think you're okay, but you're strong."
"I'm not strong enough," I said looking at my bleeding hand.
"You'll learn," he said wrapping a towel around my hand, "I'm here if you need help and that new profiler can help."
"You want me to go see a shrink?" I asked glaring at him.
"Zach," he said sadly, "I just don't want to walk in here and find you bleeding to death again."
"You think this is hard for you?" I said standing up, "It hasn't been a fucking picnic for me either."
"Then why not go to him?" he asked in a begging tone, "Why not go to someone that might be able to help?"
"Because I don't want anyone to know I'm suicidal!" I yelled before falling to my knees sobbing.
"Damn it," he said kneeling nest to me, "No one will find out. Just please go talk to him."
"I love you," I said cuddling into him, "But I refuse to have people know I want to die."
"Then what are you going to do?" he said shaking his head, "You told me you can't stand doing this and I don't want you to die."
"Okay," I said giving up, "I'll go talk to Sweets."
"Thank you," he said lifting my head up, "Thank you so much."
"I'm only doing this for you," I said looking into his eyes, "I'm only doing this because I love you."
"I love you too," he said kissing my lips.
Smiling softly I kissed him back. When he pulled away he also pulled the towel away. Sighing he pulled out some gauze and wrapped my hand up. He placed a small kiss on top of the cut before kissing me again. Pulling away I looked down again.
"I gave my pass to Cam and cussed out Dr. Brennan saying I wished she died in the car," I said in a whisper.
"Oh god," he said hugging me.
"I should have been in the car," I said crying, "I should have died."
"No," he said hugging me tighter, "If you did who would I be with? I would have lost the love of my life."
"You would be better off," I said sighing, "You wouldn't have me here…"
"Exactly," he said standing up, "You wouldn't be here. I need you Zach. I love you."
"Why do you need me so badly?" I asked confused, "I bring you nothing but pain and worry, and you still care about me."
"I can't stop caring," he said shrugging, "When I first saw you I knew that I loved you. Even if we didn't become friends I wouldn't have stopped loving you."
"How can you love someone as fucked up as I am?" I asked shaking my head.
"Because that's not what I see," he said pulling me up, "I see a smart man who is having trouble working out his feelings. You just need a little help."
"Then help me," I said kissing him.
"Not like that," he said pulling away, "I know that you're used to people hurting you physically and sexually, but I'm not going to do that. I love you too much."
"Is that why we've never had sex?" I asked gasping.
"I didn't think you were ready," he said shrugging, "I love you and I know that if we had sex that things would change too much."
"Do you really love me?" I asked pushing him away, "Or am I just a fucking sob story?"
"I love you Zach," he said instantly, "I know your life is fucked up, but I love you with all of my being."
"I know," I said tears falling from my eyes again, "I just don't get why someone as sweet as you would like me."
"Don't put yourself down so much," he said shaking his head, "Let's go to Sweets office."
"Okay," I said as we walked off.
"Get changed," he said following me, "You're covered in blood."
Laughing I walked into my room and pulled my off. I heard a gasp from behind me and I knew that he walked in with me. Turning around I saw that he had tears in his eyes as he stared at my stomach.
"Zach," he said his voice sad, "You stopped eating again."
"Umm…" I said looking down.
"Just get dressed," he said sighing, "I'm sure Sweets will know what to do to help you."
Feeling guilt fill me I grabbed a tight black shirt and put it on. Pulling out tight black skinny jeans I put them on too and slipped on some shoes before finding my hoodie and pulling it on. Hodgins was waiting for me by the door the keys to his Lexus in his hand.
