So I recently wrote, 'The Songs in His Mind' and began writing a 'What's going on with Brennan during all of this?' Sort of fic and then I decided, screw this, Ima start a whole nother story. And thus, A fanfic is born!
This will be a multi-chapter! I will most likely alternate from Brennan's side of the story to Booth's side of the story and so on and so forth (there may even be a dash of Angela and a sprinkle of Parker). So read and if you like: review, if you don't: Constructive Critisism is always a guest in my house:)
Disclaimer: There once was a woman who lived in a shoe she had so many children she said, FOX owns Bones, not me or the girl who's writing this.
Her face told him a story. "I have so much more to say." It informed him. But her mouth uttered only two words.
The woman at the desk was calling for first class to board. She stood and so did he. Her bags lay silently at her feet and she looked to him, waiting for him to initiate the painful farewell.
"It's gonna be weird without you at the lab everyday." He finally spoke, his eyes solemn and alone.
"It'll only be three months. I'll be back by October. That and you'll have my entire team of grad students there to help you." She tried her best to reassure the both of them.
"It'll still be weird." The right corner of his mouth twitched up, as if he was forcing a half-smile. She was tired of the pain she was bringing upon him (and herself), so she reached out and hugged him, her arms wrapped around his neck, resting on his shoulders, her chestnut brown hair splayed against his chest. They could've stayed wrapped up in the moment forever but the woman's voice wafted through the air yet again.
"Last call for first class boarding South African Airlines Flight 227, Last call for first class boarding South African Airlines Flight 227." The click of the intercom sounded and she slowly released him, aching to stay in his arms forever, wrapped in his emotions and warmth. He picked up her bags and walked her to the entrance of the tunnel leading to plane. She handed her ticket to the man at the gate and turned to him.
Her face was conflicted. She looked as if she wanted to say something, but instead she uttered two, meek words.
"Goodbye, Booth." She whispered in a pitch that was hardly audible. He nodded and gave a slight smile. A smile that itched with sadness.
She started down the tunnel and after a few feet turned her head around and waved. He waved back. She drank in his image and stored it away in the back of her mind, where her most important memories were kept.
It's tiny, but what can I say, I like keeping my chapters short.
Anyway, the Chapter two should be up soon, probably tommorow. (Schools out in one day!!!)
~Rhea~
Booth: Such as, you know, FBI guys are hot and Angela here wants to have sex with me.
Angela: (nodds and mumbles sarcastically) Yep, see.