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Happy New Year to that very stylish, smart, intellectual group of people we know as Bones fans!
Now I've had the beginning of this storyline idea for awhile...but the dang thing wouldn't develop. No matter how much I poked and prodded these characters, they just wouldn't speak to me! So finally, after much creative constipation, (lol) a good deal of name calling (both theirs' and mine) and finally a channelling ritual under a rare blue moon....let's see where my two favourite characters take us...
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Oh and the '.....'s' and the '!!!!!!'s' are back!!!!!
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.....and you know....I do love you guys telling me how it is....It's a new year tho...so please be gentle.....
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A/N. This one is for Joan and Kerrie....two great ladies who I will one day meet face to face (I have more hope of meeting Kerrie...after all at least we're on the same continent!!!!)...so this story is for you ladies....but....how embarrassing if you don't like the it!!! Lol!
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Her mirror reflected a pair of eyes filled with tears...
....a pair of eyes filled with anxiety....sadness....and worry....
As she stared at her reflection she watched a tear....slowly....ever so slowly....slide down her cheek leaving a glistening path.
She had committed the ultimate act of betrayal.
She had let her best friend down...her partner.....
She was living with a secret.....and yet he believed that they didn't have any secrets between them.....
How would he react if he ever found out?
She knew He was a man of principle. He had set the boundaries. He had drawn the line. He was a man that believed the consequences of crossing that emotional line were too great. Over the years He had told her in no uncertain terms that he could not have a relationship with anyone he worked with....and he was not the sort of man who changed his beliefs readily.
She had finally admitted to herself that she was living, day in and day out, with deception, secrets and temptation.... and she was finding it increasingly difficult to maintain the charade. It would seem that her ability to compartmentalise was beginning to fail her.
For several years she had been content with building a solid friendship.
With him.
She had settled for a committed work partnership.
With him.
She had been hiding behind a veil of rationale, of science and work.
From him.
It had been his coma that had been her undoing.
Four long days of keeping a bedside vigil.... four long days of waiting for him to wake from that coma..... four long days of being powerless to help...... four long days of worrying about him...so worried and feeling so helpless that she had even resorted to praying to Booth's God for help.....
That is when she identified the phenomenon that had previously been so foreign to her....the mix of emotions that involved the heart...it was the worry of losing the man she loved.....
Totally.
Passionately.
Unreservedly.
And upon acknowledgement of these emotions the depth of her feelings now scared her.....
She had never understood the concept of love.
Until him...
She had always believed that love was simply a combination of chemicals in the brain, that 'love' was temporary and transient....until now...
Until him....
And now she wished for that ignorance again! She wished for the simple life – one without temptation!
She had discovered that unrequited love was not an enjoyable experience! He did not love her....at least in the way that she wanted him to...He loved her in an 'Atta girl type of way' - a phrase she did not even begin to understand, had absolutely no comprehension of what it exactly meant, but knew instinctively that it wasn't the solution that would match these feelings she had for him.
He would never cross that line! And....yet...she.....she who had never before believed in the existence of love....yes she had been the one to cross that damned metaphoric line! Looking back she could identify when she called it love...but not when she had actually begun feeling these feelings....but it did seem like an eternity.
She simply knew she had been fully aware of this man for some time.....she had observed him for years....she knew where each and every one of his battle scars lay, she knew which hand he held his coffee cup in....she knew how many times he flipped his poker chip when he was nervous, she knew which foot he led with when taking the stairs, she knew of his love of brown sugar...on everything... and she knew the ratio between his illium and his scapulae...well let's just say that she was fully aware of his physique......and she didn't enjoy the feelings that this awareness arose at all...she believed it had been more beneficial to her peace of mind when she had been ignorant to such strong feelings.
She took a deep breath, and wiped the stray tears away....it was time to try and compartmentalise....time to go.....and yes, it was time to face temptation again.....
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He smiled.
God he loved it when she showed him this spontaneous affection. He loved it when she sat on his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck and surprised him with a kiss. He loved it when she got that twinkle in her eye that told him she was as happy as he was.
Together.
He was one contented man..... he knew he was wearing a cheesy smile on his face...but hey she had just told him they were expecting a baby... their first together. He didn't really care what sex it would be, just so long as it was healthy...but...he could just imagine a little baby girl...with eyes the exact shade of blue as her mum's, Parker would be so protective of her .....the cheesy smile just got a little wider....
Seriously could life get any more perfect?
Together.
He loved her.
She loved him.
The beeping of his alarm finally penetrated his sleep and dragged him reluctantly from his dream. He never wanted to leave this particular dream...the fantasy that he revisited on many occasions ... God he had never been happier than in his coma life....the life he had with Bones...as his wife.
He sighed...what had started with the occasional flashback to the life he had dreamt about in the hospital was now an everyday occurrence and he now hated starting each and every day after the damn dream!! His vision of the life that he wanted; yearned for...needed! He found that working every day in close proximity to his partner made him crave his make-believe life a little more with each passing day.
Each day was getting more difficult as reality and fiction merged.
Each day his desire for her grew.
Each day it was getting more difficult to hide the depth of his feelings.
Each day he was living with this secret... and yet she believed that they didn't have any secrets between them.....
Again he sighed...threw back the covers and climbed from bed...it was time to face the day and the temptation of Temperance.....
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