AN: I know these chapters are really short, and I'm sorry, but they will get longer towards the end, because these chapters are more just highlights from moments or episodes. Like right now, this is more just a transition, and multiple chapters after this will be from chapters in season 4, and they will be short, but when it starts getting to the intense parts towards the end, they will get longer, and will be M rated. :D
A week later the universe seemed to flip-flop. Instead of Brennan running from a hard situation, Booth was the one running. He showed up at the Jeffersonian and said good bye to the squints, his eyes refusing to meet Brennan's cold, emotionless ones. Her sure sign of unbearable sadness.
"Where are you going?" Brennan asked, her voice quiet, and weak, like a kid who was just punished, and had been crying for hours.
"There's a cruise that goes around the world that Rebecca won. She was allowed to take 3 other people, and Parker wanted me to come, so…" Booth trailed off, his hands digging in his pockets as her dead grey eyes rose to meet his.
"Well, have fun then," Brennan whispered, her arms coming to cross over her chest "Stay safe."
Booth nodded and bit his bottom lip, turning and walking out of the automatic doors, Brennan's shoulders shaking slightly as she watched him walk away.
Was this how he felt when she walked away? No…of course not.
"Sweetie," Angela whispered, placing her hand on Brennan's shoulder "Are you ok?"
Brennan rocked slightly back and forth, her teeth digging into her lip as she felt tears threaten to spill over her eyes. "Yeah," she whispered her voice strained, and slightly higher.
"You didn't talk to him did you?" Angela asked, her voice dripping in disappointment.
"I have to get back to work," Brennan replied, turning and walking towards the double doors that led into the basement.
Angela growled and walked after her, running down the steps and grabbing her friend's arm "Brennan," Angela hissed "You're really fucking up here."
"How so?" Brennan asked, tearing her arm from Angela's grasp.
"You don't realize how much you're hurting him do you?" Angela asked "You didn't see how horrified he looked at his funeral when he didn't see you. He stormed off, and drove from that place faster than I could call his name. And then he walks in here with a broken hand? I'm pretty sure if you went into his apartment there would be a gaping hole in the wall."
"Angela," Brennan said breathlessly, her eyes glossing over "You know how much that hurt me. I didn't even leave my hotel room for days after you called me. I couldn't go to his funeral."
"But you could tell him that," Angela hissed "I don't care about your pride, and he doesn't either. The only thing he cares about is you, everything about you. You need to be the one to run after him and talk to him; he isn't going to put you in that situation."
"If he wants to talk about it he could bring it up-"
"No. He won't, because it will make you uncomfortable, and that's pushing you, and he knows better than anyone not to rush you," Angela growled "You need to go after him, and get him now."
"He's already gone," Brennan whispered, turning and walking through the large shelves holding multiple skeletons.
"That's the point Brennan," Angela hissed, breathing heavily as Brennan stopped and turned around to look at her.
"Do you care about him?" Angela asked.
"Of course I do," Brennan whispered, her arms crossing over her chest again.
"Do you want him to be happy?"
"Yes."
"Well, believe it or not Brennan, you make him happy. He's happy when you're around; at least he is when you two are getting along. And if you care about him, and I mean really care about him, you would still run and try to catch him, even if you think he's already gone," Angela said strongly, her head tilting up as she saw her friend's eyes fog over in defeat "Because sometimes Bren, sometimes, you can catch them."