Prom Queen
Summary: And she is beautiful. OneShot.
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Set: Post-Ep17 S5 The Death of the Queen Bee
Disclaimer: Standards apply.
A/E: Hey Jane. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing my last Bones OneShot! I didn't know how to reply to your kind review, so I hope you will read this. The truth is, I love Bones at lot, but I seldom write for the fandom. Actually, the last fic and this one are the only two finished Bones stories I have. I'd like to write more but I cannot promise anything… Anyway, I hope you enjoy this story!
Her voice trembles ever so slightly, her eyes are dark.
It's the Prom I never had.
He makes a decision, right there. I have moved on, he told Sweets, he told himself, he even told her. I have to find someone who will be there for me in thirty, fourty, even fifty years, someone who will love me as much as I love her. Someone who will be there, and laugh, and cry, and share every moment of every day with me. Someone I can look at and say She's my One.
And he believed it, really did.
But now Bones looks beautiful in her dress, the silver stars casting reflections onto her dark hair, and she is close and sweet and warm. She holds him like there is no one else in this room – universe – except for him. It is all he ever wanted. And, at the same time, not enough.
Never enough.
Still, his decision is made in the matter of seconds.
There never will be anyone else. He won't be able to move on, not with her being so close, constantly, day by day. He might find temporary happiness. But it will always be her. Like in the last years, last weeks, last days, like now warm and real in his arms. It will always stay her. Booth has seen Hodgins look at Angela. It is the same feeling he gets when he looks at Bones. And he will be there. Whenever she needs it and as whatever she wants him. He will be there from Monday until Sunday, waiting for her to just say the word – to just give him a look. He will love her as he has loved nobody before. Friend, Partner, Protector. Whatever she needs; whenever she needs him. It will break his heart every time, but his heart has been broken before. She might not see it the way he does. But she needs him as much as he needs her. So he'll be there.
He holds her tightly, feels her trembling as she holds back tears. She missed so much in her life. She won't ever admit it but he knows she is lonely, has always been. From the moment her parents and Russ walked out on her she has cut herself off of all human ties, has turned to science and never looked back. It pains him to think of her as a teenager: secluded, disliked, shunned. If the only friend she had in this place was the creepy janitor it is little wonder she became who she is today. And still, even as a successful writer and scientist, nobody here seems to like her. Yes, she is difficult. Yes, she is too intelligent for her own good, far too clever to notice how her apparent arrogance pushes away people. But he has worked with her for five years. He knows her. And the loneliness he saw in her eyes the night she told him he was the one who had to be saved from her breaks his heart again.
All she ever did was watch. All she ever wished for was to be a part of the life around her. And when nothing changed she turned away and became who she is today, and he loves her more than ever. But despite everything she was, she wished for so many things.
He might not be able to give her what she needs. Never can, probably, because otherwise she would have agreed to his proposal that night. But he can give her this. Tonight. Tonight, he can hold her and be with her and love her, tonight and forever, and he can move on and still look back and be there for her. Tonight, he gives her one dream of hers, and he feels her tremble in his arms.
The silver stars shine in a dark high school aula.