Disclaimer: I don't own it, please don't sue me, unless of course you want a lot of completely useless things...
A/N: I'd like to say thanx to all my reviewers, believe it or not I don't always write fast, but everytime I see new reviews I get inspired, so thanks a load. Frankly, this part is close to being finished, and guess what, I've never finished a story before. So thankyou thankyou thankyou. I owe it to you guys!
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Faith didn't know how long she'd been gone, but it must've been awhile. Between crying, wanting to scream and then thinking about it, she hadn't noticed until now that she should probably get downstairs. Just as the thought hasseled her mind, she heard footsteps.
Faith hurriedly brushed the tears away, standing up and began walking down the stairs.
"There you are" Bosco's voice echoed in the stairwell.
"Yeah, sorry, it took a little longer than planned" she shrugged.
"You okay?"
"I'll be fine" she replied, walking past him. He stayed where he was and she turned to look.
"You coming?" she asked when he said nothing.
"I just want to make sure you're okay"
"Boz, I'm fine, it just went.. worse than I expected"
"Must've been pretty bad then"
"Who's watching the kids?" she asked.
"Sully and Davis stopped by, check on things" he said
"We should probably go get the kids from them, Charlie's probably driving Sul insane"
"You're sure you're okay?" he asked.
Faith nodded, "It'll take time but.. it's the right thing, it is"
"So how did Fred take it?"
"Oh.. well... he..." she paused.
"Didn't want to accept it?' Bosco finished.
"He seemed to think this was all my fault"
"Well, it's not" Bosco quickly interjected.
"I know Boz, he's just.. he's being Fred" they were still standing in the stairwell.
"So if he's 'just Fred', why did you marry him?" Bosco wondered out loud.
"I loved him at one time Boz, I did. But we were just out of school, everything about life just.. it terrified us so we stuck together. Lately it's been more like a... an old people's marriage than anything else."
"An Old-people's marriage?" Bosco laughed.
"You know.. bickering over stupid things for no reason, because we're tired of eachother, we went through with it all too soon and it's just.. over now. He helped it along by acting stupid the past two days"
"Sounds like you've thought about it"
"I have.. a lot" she admitted.
"The kids seem okay with it all"
"I think they'd rather see us happy apart than fighting together"
"Well, you know you're welcome at my place as long as it takes to sort things out"
"I know Boz, and thank you, I don't think I could ever do half this stuff without you"
"I'm sure you'd find a way to get through it" he comforted.
"Maybe"
"Lets go get the kids, go home and watch some movies or something."
"Sounds good" she gave a small smile.
Bosco studied her face. Now that she was sleeping he could do it for as long as he wanted. The kids were stretched across the floor watching a Disney movie, Bosco was sitting on the couch and Faith had curled in to a ball and fallen asleep. The day must've been exhausting for her, he realized. WIth last night, and then waking early this morning, worrying about the kids and then divorcing Fred, it had been a pretty busy day.
He watched her eyelids flutter once in awhile, her chest rising evenly and slowly. Her face looked soft, and radiant, although there was a bruise across her cheek. She looked at peace for once. Not angry or sad, or even happy. She just looked content. At peace with everything. He smiled, brushing a strand of hair awa from her face, then pulled a blanket from the back, setting it over her.
On the floor Em and Charlie were still, he checked his watch, simply because he'd never bothered to set the VCR, and saw it was only eight. The kids were asleep, Faith was asleep. Should he wake them for dinner, or just let them rest.
He finally decided on letting them rest; they could go for a late dinner run later if they woke up. No problem. Bosco sat on his couch, looking around him, and foud that, instead of being annoyed at having kids around, he was thrilled. Emily and Charlie had always been like his own family. He just hadn't realized that Faith was a big part of his life too.
Of course she's part of your life, he told himself. You work with her eight hours a day, plus overtime.
No, it's more than that, another part of his mind said. Over the past day you've been happier than you've ever been with your one night flings.
Of course, the one nighters leave after one night.
Okay, what about Nicole? he asked himself.
What about her?
Well sure you were happy, but it was never a relationship. You didn't talk about problems or ideas or feelings. You just didn't talk.
But the sex was great, he protested to himself.
Yea, big deal, it takes more than that to have a relationship. Trust, Attraction, Excitement, Understanding. It takes all of those and more.
I guess I won't ever have a relationship then.
You're not getting the point, are you Boscorelli. Look around you, you're happy! Look at what you have, look at them!
But it's Faith, it's her kids. Her and Fred's kids-
And Fred's an asshole who's put her through hell.
I wish I could make him suffer.
Forget about him, he's getting what's coming to him. What do you want for Faith?
I want her to be happy, he thought to himself simply.
Great, there's a start, a big start. Guess what my dear big headed pal, you're in love.
In love?With Faith?She has family.
She has kids, she doesn't have Fred, hasn't in awhile.
But I work with her,
And everytime you do you check her out.
We fight, it's not a happy thing all the time.
Everyone fights, even the best of friends, if you didn't, it'd be boring.
How so? I see nothing wrong about fighting.
That's because you've resented your parents since you were a child, if there was no fighting, or disagreement, that means everyone would have to agree on everything. Pretty boring place we'd live in.
Bosco looked at Faith and wondered. If she died. No. He couldn't even think about her dying. Not ever. He'd had a hard enough time accepting that she'd had cancer. Every time they went on call he put himself first, to protect her. He wanted her to be safe, to be happy. But he also longed for the same back. And he got it, he did. Faith always back him up, lied for him to keep him safe. He did love her.
Then he was stumped. So I love her. Okay. Now what?
He did the one thing he felt like doing.
Bosco leaned over and kissed Faith on the forehead, she didn't stir. "I love you" he whispered. Still nothing. He sat back up, resting his head on the back of the couch and smiled. He loved her. Now what?
A/N: I'd like to say thanx to all my reviewers, believe it or not I don't always write fast, but everytime I see new reviews I get inspired, so thanks a load. Frankly, this part is close to being finished, and guess what, I've never finished a story before. So thankyou thankyou thankyou. I owe it to you guys!
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Faith didn't know how long she'd been gone, but it must've been awhile. Between crying, wanting to scream and then thinking about it, she hadn't noticed until now that she should probably get downstairs. Just as the thought hasseled her mind, she heard footsteps.
Faith hurriedly brushed the tears away, standing up and began walking down the stairs.
"There you are" Bosco's voice echoed in the stairwell.
"Yeah, sorry, it took a little longer than planned" she shrugged.
"You okay?"
"I'll be fine" she replied, walking past him. He stayed where he was and she turned to look.
"You coming?" she asked when he said nothing.
"I just want to make sure you're okay"
"Boz, I'm fine, it just went.. worse than I expected"
"Must've been pretty bad then"
"Who's watching the kids?" she asked.
"Sully and Davis stopped by, check on things" he said
"We should probably go get the kids from them, Charlie's probably driving Sul insane"
"You're sure you're okay?" he asked.
Faith nodded, "It'll take time but.. it's the right thing, it is"
"So how did Fred take it?"
"Oh.. well... he..." she paused.
"Didn't want to accept it?' Bosco finished.
"He seemed to think this was all my fault"
"Well, it's not" Bosco quickly interjected.
"I know Boz, he's just.. he's being Fred" they were still standing in the stairwell.
"So if he's 'just Fred', why did you marry him?" Bosco wondered out loud.
"I loved him at one time Boz, I did. But we were just out of school, everything about life just.. it terrified us so we stuck together. Lately it's been more like a... an old people's marriage than anything else."
"An Old-people's marriage?" Bosco laughed.
"You know.. bickering over stupid things for no reason, because we're tired of eachother, we went through with it all too soon and it's just.. over now. He helped it along by acting stupid the past two days"
"Sounds like you've thought about it"
"I have.. a lot" she admitted.
"The kids seem okay with it all"
"I think they'd rather see us happy apart than fighting together"
"Well, you know you're welcome at my place as long as it takes to sort things out"
"I know Boz, and thank you, I don't think I could ever do half this stuff without you"
"I'm sure you'd find a way to get through it" he comforted.
"Maybe"
"Lets go get the kids, go home and watch some movies or something."
"Sounds good" she gave a small smile.
Bosco studied her face. Now that she was sleeping he could do it for as long as he wanted. The kids were stretched across the floor watching a Disney movie, Bosco was sitting on the couch and Faith had curled in to a ball and fallen asleep. The day must've been exhausting for her, he realized. WIth last night, and then waking early this morning, worrying about the kids and then divorcing Fred, it had been a pretty busy day.
He watched her eyelids flutter once in awhile, her chest rising evenly and slowly. Her face looked soft, and radiant, although there was a bruise across her cheek. She looked at peace for once. Not angry or sad, or even happy. She just looked content. At peace with everything. He smiled, brushing a strand of hair awa from her face, then pulled a blanket from the back, setting it over her.
On the floor Em and Charlie were still, he checked his watch, simply because he'd never bothered to set the VCR, and saw it was only eight. The kids were asleep, Faith was asleep. Should he wake them for dinner, or just let them rest.
He finally decided on letting them rest; they could go for a late dinner run later if they woke up. No problem. Bosco sat on his couch, looking around him, and foud that, instead of being annoyed at having kids around, he was thrilled. Emily and Charlie had always been like his own family. He just hadn't realized that Faith was a big part of his life too.
Of course she's part of your life, he told himself. You work with her eight hours a day, plus overtime.
No, it's more than that, another part of his mind said. Over the past day you've been happier than you've ever been with your one night flings.
Of course, the one nighters leave after one night.
Okay, what about Nicole? he asked himself.
What about her?
Well sure you were happy, but it was never a relationship. You didn't talk about problems or ideas or feelings. You just didn't talk.
But the sex was great, he protested to himself.
Yea, big deal, it takes more than that to have a relationship. Trust, Attraction, Excitement, Understanding. It takes all of those and more.
I guess I won't ever have a relationship then.
You're not getting the point, are you Boscorelli. Look around you, you're happy! Look at what you have, look at them!
But it's Faith, it's her kids. Her and Fred's kids-
And Fred's an asshole who's put her through hell.
I wish I could make him suffer.
Forget about him, he's getting what's coming to him. What do you want for Faith?
I want her to be happy, he thought to himself simply.
Great, there's a start, a big start. Guess what my dear big headed pal, you're in love.
In love?With Faith?She has family.
She has kids, she doesn't have Fred, hasn't in awhile.
But I work with her,
And everytime you do you check her out.
We fight, it's not a happy thing all the time.
Everyone fights, even the best of friends, if you didn't, it'd be boring.
How so? I see nothing wrong about fighting.
That's because you've resented your parents since you were a child, if there was no fighting, or disagreement, that means everyone would have to agree on everything. Pretty boring place we'd live in.
Bosco looked at Faith and wondered. If she died. No. He couldn't even think about her dying. Not ever. He'd had a hard enough time accepting that she'd had cancer. Every time they went on call he put himself first, to protect her. He wanted her to be safe, to be happy. But he also longed for the same back. And he got it, he did. Faith always back him up, lied for him to keep him safe. He did love her.
Then he was stumped. So I love her. Okay. Now what?
He did the one thing he felt like doing.
Bosco leaned over and kissed Faith on the forehead, she didn't stir. "I love you" he whispered. Still nothing. He sat back up, resting his head on the back of the couch and smiled. He loved her. Now what?