When We Die - Bowling For Soup
Temperance had always gotten up early, but this was just crazy. She had went to bed less than three hours ago. She was up and ready to go. Her brain wouldn't stop thinking about the fight she and her partner had had earlier that day. It was her fault and she knew it. She wanted to fix it, but it still wouldn't be the same between them.
She knew that she should go on and go talk to Booth but her pride wouldn't let her. If she went, they might not be ok seeing as he probably needed a little time to think after what she had said. If Temperance left him alone until tomorrow, they would be fine. The mistake was made and they would be fine--eventually. The time they lost being mad at one another, however, they could never get back.
It had been three years since they had met and neither were the same. They looked different and they acted different. Their views on certain things had even changed--the views that no one else had been able to change, except their partner. The dreams they had had for themselves had been demolished as they grew closer. They never wanted to be split up--that was their worst nightmare. Pictures of each other, among other treasured photographs, cluttered their desks and their homes. For the longest time, they had given up blaming each other for the arguments and they had eventually stopped taking down the pictures during the fights. It hurt too much.
Every time they fought, they knew that they would be fine after a few days. Hell, sometimes it only took a few minutes before they were back to being their nicer selves. Sure, they continued to make their mistakes, but they also fixed them. They hated the time that they couldn't get back with one another.
Booth knew he wasn't alone in the pain from their last bickering session. He had said some things he regretted and he knew that it was the same with her. He was waiting for her to come over so he could apologize and they could go out to the diner. Sid would give them exactly what they needed--and she would steal his French fries.
He absolutely hated their fight. It was one of the worst that they had had in a long time. They would be fine, but this one would take a while. The time that it would take, they could never get back. And that was a huge regret of his. Too much time had already been wasted.
She called him. He answered. They arranged to meet at the diner in a half hour. They left and arrived at the same time.
And with a single look of hurt and regret showing in each others eyes at the diner, they were forgiven and were fine yet again. Everything was good for the night…
