A/N: My first fic, so I hope you like it. This messed up fic is what happens when I try to write a happy story on a dark, stormy night after listening to skinny love by Birdy for 4 hours strait and writing a school paper all day. (sorry if it's crappy, language arts sucks all the fun and creativity out of me). This was written before I saw the finale, and it takes place after booth and hannah broke up, but before booth and Brennan got back together.
Disclaimer: No, if they belonged to me, season 3 of Buffy would have ended like season 6 of Bones (only, you know, a lot less awkward 'cuz Buffy and Angel were actually going out).
It was a dark and stormy night, and the sheets of rain pounded loudly on her windows. She was grateful for the noise, for though she could not manage to put her mind to rest, she knew that the downpour was not the reason. It simply gave her a reason to stay up. Of course, there was the added benefit that it drowned out her tears. God dammit! What was wrong with her. Before she met him, she was rational, logical and could compartmentalise with the best of them. Then he came and she fell for him a little more every day. And the she goes and fucking breaks his heart. Only to realize (after he has a girlfriend who he is going to propose to) that she loves him-something that she didn't even think existed. "Damn it!" she shouted, still sobbing. Such a fucking idiot!
She tossed and turned, then woke up growling in frustration. Why was he invading her thoughts so much lately. Just as she finally cleared her head, she heard the frustrated shout from above, followed by sobs. 'guess I'm not the only one whose lonely tonight. Only difference is, I've been this way to long to cry. I've cried my eyes dry over him to many times' or so she thought. As she felt the tears dripping down her face, she felt the urge to mimic the woman as shout her frustrations. It wasn't as if she even had a chance to make up for all of the regrets. He was dead. As a fucking doornail. His spirit at rest where she sometimes wished that she could be. 'stop right there Missy' she thought to her self. Thoughts of suicide just to get back there hadn't plagued her in a long while. Of course, knowing that he would be there, for real this time, not just in her head, brought them back. She couldn't think that way though. She had to be strong for the baby slayers. Maybe if she told this to herself over and over again, she would stop being tempted. She sighed, yes, it would be nice to be able to simply shout out her frustrations, but that was for kids and confused teenagers. She hadn't been that innocent in a long time.
It was late as he stood outside her door. God dammit! what was wrong with him. Little did he know, a man of nearly identical looks and dilemmas stood a floor above him, waiting outside her door. Had they met in a bar, they would have spoken in unison as they told their sad stories. Love, loss, tragedy. And just as everything fell into place, it was too late. They both stood, fists suspended as if frozen in the act of knocking. Then they looked down. It was too late to fix this with a late-night plate of munchies and a heartfelt talk. They had passed that point too long ago to remember. They had screwed this love over so many times that trying to fix it now would be like gluing ashes back together and expecting a vampire to emerge from them alive. Pointless, and yet... they would do it in a heartbeat if there was even the slightest chance.