Because I'm itching to post something but am taking much too long to edit my piece so this will have to do for now. More to come as soon as I dig them up from my notebook and get them typed. As always, feedback is appreciated!
Disclaimers: Bones owned by Hart Hanson and FOX.
AN: Inspired by "The Woman in Limbo" (1x22)
Marco
"Temperance!" her grandfather bellows.
In seconds Tempe is scrambling into the room, slightly bewildered. Before she can ask what is going on, he hands her the phone.
She takes it, surprised. "Who is it?"
He just gives her a look and says, "Be nice." Then he's gone.
Tempe sighs. "Hello?"
"Marco."
She almost drops the phone. She gets a flash of his smiling face on the other end, probably pleased with himself.
"Tempe—"
She shoves the phone back on its cradle. Staring at it, she is beginning to feel the seeds of conflicting desires when it rings again. She snatches the phone from its hook.
"What do you want?"
"Happy birthday."
She finds she doesn't have anything to say. Or maybe she has too much. Too much left unspoken after he left. Too much that has changed. And now it's too late. Now the words are gone.
There is a sigh on the other end. "Tempe, I'm sorry. Will you please talk to me?"
I hate you. But she can't say it. Even though it's true. It is. She hates him and she doesn't need his amends.
"Look, Tempe, whatever you're thinking, it's not it. You're still my little sister; nothing is going to change that. Come on, Tempe. Marco."
She replaces the phone gently. As soon as she pulls her hand away, it's ringing again. "Polo," she whispers when it finally stops.
