Missing Moment
"I got into bed with Booth last night."
As she said those words, she shifted, once again wondering at herself.
How could she, of all people, lose control like that? How could she have thrown away their relationships because she was feeling sad?
She was trying very hard not to break eye contact with Angela—astute Angela, always telling her what she knew herself but didn't want to admit to herself.
Bones didn't want her to say something that would make Bones admit that she did love Booth. That she did want him. That she wanted to have a relationship with him. Most of all, she didn't want to admit how terrified she was.
She was standing at the edge of a cliff. Angela she would have made her look down, assess how far below the drop was—but not in feet or inches or meters, like she was doing now, but in terms of emotion. Intuition.Things she wasn't good at.
The silence was deafening. "Why aren't you saying anything?" she demanded.
"Because," stuttered a deeply shocked Angela, "I don't want to shout hallelujah so short after losing Vincent!"
Then and there Bones knew it was a lost cause. She would have to start from an emotional place to start an emotional relationship, right? Because she sure as hell did not want to stop at a one-night stand.
She looked at Angela again, searching for her answer in her best friend's warm eyes. Finally, Bones took a deep 't it a bit too late, logically thinking, to pretend? No, she did not want to pretend anymore. "I think I did it because of Vincent," she said finally.
And almost emitted a ridiculously girlish giggle when Angela started her cross-examination—after, of course, yelling at a severely vexed Hodgins.
"I think he's quite upset; maybe you should run after him?" Bones smiled.
"Oh, no, you are not getting off that easy, girlfriend! Not after all this time!"