Hey so, I'm doing my best with vocabulary and scientific terms. My apologies for if I don't sound official enough. I'm doing the best I can, but still, I'm only fifteen and have no clue how this stuff truly works. Thank you to everyone who reviewed last chapter.
"Hello everybody and I would like to congratulate all of you on making it to your final month of the dig. We have changed history here with the findings of our coexistence with Homo Floresiensis, proving current day Homo sapiens were not the only species of the Homo genus living during their earliest recorded times. You all have done exceptionally well, and enjoy the last few weeks we have here. We will start to pack all the tools and ship back the tools by the end of the week, during which time you may either fly home or stay and spend the rest of your time here as a vacation. As many of you know I have a speech to make at the Jeffersonian in three days so I have elected one of my finest young interns to take over for the last week. Doctor Wick has done excellent these past few months so I have complete confidence in her ability to look over the closing of the project. Thank you." She stepped off the top of the hill and walked to her tent to finish packing her things while the crowd cheered.
It had been three months since Booth had been shot and sent home. By this time he was back working at the FBI, waiting for her return. She packed her things in her three suitcases and took the postcard from under her pillow and placed it into her carry on bag. It was crinkled and torn, but none the less it was something, the only thing, she had left of him.
The next morning she boarded the plane to Washington Dulles International Airport, and worried the entire plane ride home. She was scared to go home. Scared that everything would be different, and she wouldn't be happy like she was before. Was this past year one big, irreversible mistake?
She arrived at the airport and had a car ready to pick her up at the airport, seeing as Jack and Angela were still in Paris for another four weeks. She grabbed her luggage at the baggage claim area and walked out to the loading zone and waited for the black town car. She got home and sat on her couch feeling relief of similarity to the past. She was done waiting around for something to happen. She had been cold and heartless for too long and she knew all the nights spend awake in bed thinking of Booth could be nothing less that pure love, whatever that truly was. She took a warm shower, curled her hair, put on a tiny black dress and drove to his house.
She took a deep breathe and stood at his door step, contemplating whether or not to knock. She knew how he felt about her a year ago, but did the feelings last? She knew that it was better to know than to not, so gathering up every ounce of courage she had, she knocked on the door.
"Hel..Bones? Wow, uhm, your back earlier than I thought. Come in, when did you get back?" he said like he was hiding something, and this scared her.
"Just now, I just dropped my stuff off at my place and came straight over. I heard you got shot. Are you okay now?" admiring how he still looked as handsome as the day they met six years ago.
"I'm fine, it hit my chest, but they took the bullet out and sent me home a month and a half ago." Mid sentence a blonde walked in from the kitchen and grabbed his hand and kissed his cheek softly.
She extended her hand to Brennan and introduced her self.
"Hi, I'm Ashleigh, I'm guessin' you're the famous Dr. Brennan?" she said in her gentle southern accent.
"Yes, are you and Booth partners?" she asked unable to look at Booth.
"Partners? You're so cute. We're engaged, we met last Christmas when he was on leave and came to my house for dinner, my brother is one of the snipers my Seeley trained" she said showing off her pearly white teeth while saying his name and ditzy personality.
Brennan couldn't watch this. She was frozen for a second and then she ran. She got to the door and took off her heels and ran for her car. Booth ran but not fast enough to catch her. She drove around the corner and parked the car. The tears poured out faster than she knew they could. Her worst nightmare had come true. Everything was changed, and wasn't ever going to be the same.
She got home and dragged herself to her bed not bothering to change out of her clothes. She saw she left her carry on purse at the end of the bed, she reached for it and dug around in hopes of finding the postcard. She found it reading the words one last time as the paper was stained by her tears, she ripped it in halves, then quarters. The bits of paper scattered across the room after she threw them in every direction. Eventually the tears stopped and she fell asleep.
She didn't get to sleep for long before Booth opened her bedroom door and woke her up.
"Bones what the hell?" he said looking around and realizing what the scraps on the floor were. He saw her eyeliner smudged down her face and instantly everything clicked.
"You lied." She said not looking at him but rather burring her head deep in a fluffy pillow.
He walked over and sat on her bed grabbing her upper half and holding her while she started to cry once again.
"You said you knew you were the one, that you were going to be my forty years, and that all changes now? I was going to have your baby! A child with you! I was going to love you. I didn't have enough time. You moved on, and you left me behind. You knew how I felt and you let me walk away and leave for a year. You should have stopped me. Just leave," she cried as she ripped herself out of his arms and walked herself to the door to show him to leave.
"That's not fair Bones! You.." he was cut off by her.
"Don't ever call me that again."
"Temperance. You told me you couldn't love me, that you didn't know how to. I told you I was going to move on and you were fine with that!" he said stepping closer to her as she stepped farther away.
"You had to know how I felt. You knew when I said goodbye. I saw it in your eyes. Now you have your stupid southern belle. I hope you're happy. Really FUCKING happy." He knew her severity by the fact she swore, which was extremely rare for her. He stepped towards her and kissed her on the cheek as she tuned her head. He walked out as she fell to the floor. She couldn't do this anymore.
He slipped a note under the door that read…..
A/N: Cliff hangers. Hate me yet? Suggestions and criticism always welcome. Reviews please!