"No, Sweets. It's not because I have denied my feelings for Booth. The main reason that I'm reacting this way isn't even because I lost him. Not even because I lost my self, too. This reaction is happening because I deserved to know, because I would have found a way to tell him, at least a call. It's because he's my partner, and he knows he's my partner. It's because he didn't call. Not because I love him. Not because he knows I love him. It's because I would have found a fucking way to tell him! It's because I wouldn't ever make him suffer like that!"
"You've never said those words, and even if you did, then right now, I would know you were lying if you ever did say those words. I didn't have a phone, okay? My career was on the line with this, okay? And I couldn't risk not being your partner! It was selfish, fine, but I didn't want to lose you!"
"You think our partnership would have ended if you called me? You honestly think I would ever allow that? And my fucking- I can't even reply to your other comment."
"You've never said it, you've never gone against the line- hell, you enforce the god damned thing. And the world doesn't revolve around you, Bones! Maybe in your lab, but in the real world?"
"You speak of the 'real world', but you of all people know I've been in the real world. You know everything. You are the only person I've ever confined my pathetic life-story in. You have me, all of me. How do you not know? Aren't you supposed read under the lines? Do your job Booth." She pushed her pointer finger into his chest. "Because that is obviously all I am to you. I'm a someone you have to deal with, explain pop culture to. Someone you explain simple human needs, wants, emotions to."
"Love isn't simple!"
"No, really? Of course- I think it's simple, I mean you don't love me, and I was abandoned and abused mentally and physically. Of course loving is easy for me."
"Bones. You didn't cry."
She shook her head, and just looked hopelessly at him, "I thought you knew me."
"Sorry if I thought my death would bring tears to your eyes.."
"Once again, I thought you knew me. I thought you understood me. I thought you knew. Wow, you are ignorant. What- do you pull your analysis out of your ass? Make it up as you go? Some talent." She muttered the last part, stilling shaking her head, embarrassed for him.
"I do know, Bones."
"What do you know, and I mean exactly?" She glared, looking him up and down, sizing him up with new eyes. All she noticed was his head was smaller then a normal skull should be.
"That you're not capable of love." He spat.
"And why do you think that?" Brennan's voice wavered, but only slightly, and she didn't dare to lose eye contact with him, but she blinked extra long.
"That you are cold fish. I've seen inside of you, the hopeless foster child, with a big broken heart? Bullshit. Fucking bullshit. You're a cold fish, a cold dead fish that's flapping, even when dead, flailing around, for attention. Trying to fool someone into loving you, so that you can tear them down." Booth grabbed her chin, and pulled it upwards.
"It did destroy me, my, it did, but unlike you I separate business and emotion, so I was able to keep my composure at your funeral. I don't believe in the service you were having. All surrounding God. I mean what bullshit. I mean, sure, believe in God all you want, but just think about this. If he is so amazing why would he make me incapable of love, as you say? Don't I deserve the fairy tale ending? Doesn't he have compassion for my sufferings?"
"No, because you don't have a soul."
"I guess not."
"I don't know how I ever loved you."
"Don't fuck with my emotions. You are incapable of loving me."
"Then why is my heart broken?"
"Alright, play the 'I'm innocent you're a soulless bitch' game, but don't you dare say that you're heart is broken. You don't understand the true meaning of a broken heart. The only thing you can grasp is broken bones."
