Title: I'll rip my heart in two
Pairing: Booth/OC but definetly Booth/Brennan in the end.
Rating: T
Disclaimer: This story was inspired in a small drabble writen by Seeleybaby. At the time I thought that that short amount of words had a potential for so much more, so she gave me a thumbs up to go on and make it a full story. The first chapter has been lurking in my computer for a while and notes for the next chapters are still writen in my Analytic Chemistry notebook, it might take a while to be fully complete.
So, the dialogue and idea is entirely property of Seeleybaby, all the other descriptions are mine.
Please leave a review, I would be happy and I think Seels would be too, just to see her idea apreciated.
This heart ain't made of gold,
It has no self control.
Your love will get me through,
I'll give myself to you.
I'll rip my heart in two.
In an early Sunday morning the man found himself seating in the spot that seemed to be reserved just for him, in that small cornered Diner he used to go. He wasn't alone at the table but the silence that reigned in between the two seemed like a barrier, isolating both on their respective sides, leaving them alone and closed to one another.
He looked outside into the rushing movement of the morning. People came and went in blind hurry, crossed the streets, bumped into each other in a feverish urgency of steps.
His brown eyes moved along the movement outside and relinquished in the human life bursting into action early in the morning, so in contrast to the calm he felt inside, in their table by the wide window.
From the corner of his eyes he saw her, so beautiful and relaxed in the morning. She wore a soft blue blouse and jeans, something so simple for the woman she was, a forensic anthropologist who dedicated her life to the others in a way no one else did, a rich woman who wrote best selling novels, and yet dressed so much like herself, so simply her.
She, across from him, moved her fork along the plate filled with salad and the other greeneries she liked. He had been the one that ordered it, even before she had arrived. And when she sat in front of him, her eyes sparkled at the sight of the plate in front of her; she had smiled then and rewarded him with a silent 'thank you'.
How well do I know her? He wondered to himself.
Until then he had thought he knew her like a partner, a good friend even, but when that knowledge crossed the boundaries imposed by him, and made him aware of the fact that he knew her favorite food in Sunday mornings, her favorite color, blue of course, like the blouse she was wearing, which by the way, was her favorite. He also knew her perfume only by the scent, of course it took him hours in the cosmetic shop to actually identify from what bottle the scent of Temperance Brennan came, but he now knew without a doubt. And so many, many things, dolphins, daffodils and daisies… she was made of all of that.
His eyes studied her intense stare at the plate, she was still quietly eating away, obviously comfortable in their silence. The fact that he couldn't avert his eyes from her scared him deeply. The woman in front of him held all the power to undo him in the palm of her delicate hands and yet was oblivious to that strength.
Feeling his eyes on her she immediately lifted her head and stared directly to him. He had that look in his eyes again. In these times, when his eyes were fixed on the blue of hers and they were as dark as melted chocolate, he seemed unreadable, even for her.
Their eyes, locked in a silent embrace, did not avert from one another even with all the commotion around them. When they stood like that, the world just stopped for a fraction of a second, until his lips curved into a boyish grin and her own lips followed it, blindly, into a bright smile of her own.
A ringtone floated in the air and cut through their connected gazes. The moment was lost between them as she returned her eyes to the plate that seemed uninteresting comparing to his attention. He finally pushed his cell phone from the pocket in his pants.
"Booth." He spoke into the phone in his characteristic manner.
After a while he dropped his fork and drove his attention to the conversation in the phone.
The curious nature of her made her eyes shift in his direction. She saw the way his eyes sparkled at the recognition of the person in the other side of the line, someone who was still incognito to her. A hint of jealousy pierced her heat at the sight of his broad smile and the enthusiastic conversation he was having. For sure he knew the person in the phone well and was comfortable demonstrating that.
Does he look that happy when he talks to me on the phone?
But her mind, the always attentive ruler of reason recognized the feeling of envy as one of the most illogical and unreasonable sentiments towards him that she could muster.
When he turned off the phone, he couldn't help but smile widely. A warm feeling rose in his chest and he found it difficult to control. He turned towards his partner, who stared at him intently.
"Who was it?" She asked innocently and dropped her eyes back to her food. She didn't want to intrude in his personal life; after all she was just his partner.
'Just…' her mind formed.
"No one important…" His eyes wandered around, never able to settle in her face. He struggled with his inner daemons and pondered if he should tell her or not. Probably, not telling was the best way out, but he hated being dishonest.
Her lips turned into a sarcastic sad smile that had been covered by the long curtain of her hair.
'No one ever makes you smile like that…' Her uncontrolled mind whispered in silence to her.
He caught the sad expression in her face for not being part of his life. The guilt rose in his veins and settled in his stomach like a hard punch. For a moment he stared at her and waited for her next reaction.
"What, Booth?" Her face was a mask of impartiality when she raised her eyes to face him. "Do I have something on my face?"
That infamous line between them was as solid and real as both of them and sometimes the veil between their worlds seemed so faint that he often struggled with himself not to reach forward and touch her delicate features with his rough fingers.
Sometimes it was so hard to resist the temptation.
His hand moved and his fingers brushed over her face to clean a nonexistent drop of sauce in her lips. He let his thumb linger in the spot more than necessary and felt the softness of her rosy lips underneath his callused finger. Those stolen touches were the only tastes of heaven he let himself have, or else, the force of his wanting would destroy both of them.
"Ready to go?" He asked softly as his hand made the way back to his side.
"Yes." She nodded her head and rose from her seat. "I'll see you tomorrow at work?"
His breath caught in his throat and he had to cough to regain the composure after her question.
"Uh, maybe. I have an important meeting tomorrow." He lied with all his teeth and an immensity of courage he had never felt before and felt his heartbeat accelerate. A faded layer of sweat covered his palms.
Of course she didn't notice, because she was Temperance Brennan and more times than often her social skills wouldn't distinguish between a truth and a lie. And the fact that she trusted the man in front of her with blind faith did not help.
She reached for her purse and took some bills to pay for their breakfast, throwing them to the table she noticed, in the back of her mind, that for the first time he did not complain about her paying for it.
"You leave the tip?" She asked for his attention that had been lost in the vision outside the window.
"Sure." He said absently and reached for his walled for a few bills.
She turned her back to him and walked to the door.
He followed her outside and with a quick goodbye both parted to different ways.
She stood in the corner; her eyes followed his hurried movements to his car. Turning away from him, she started to walk back to her own car, lost in confused thoughts about her partner's distant behavior.
As he drove away from his partner the previous feeling of guilt was replaced by the uncertainty of what expected him. His heart pounded in haste as he accelerated the car. He wondered if he had made the right decision, but then again, the woman had made an effort to come from so far just to see him, the least he could to was to welcome her.
He saw her in the distance as he pulled the car into his road and approached the driveway. She stood in the front steps of his house, had been waiting for him and now smiled broadly.
Stepping out of the car, he walked, confident once again, in her direction and smiled back to her.
"Pritch."