How Could an Angel Break My Heart
Chapter 5
Disclaimer: As much as I would like to have Bosco and Faith as my very own, I don't they belong to NBC, WB and John Wells.
Authors Note - Well nobody may care that I finally got off my butt and decided to get back into my unfinished TW fic but for those who do, Glad you came back. Sorry I was away for so long. Sorry if it sucks, I've been gone way to long it's hard to get back in the grove of writing.
Feedback- Wanted like children want Christmas presents (
Email- Wine_into_water@hotmail.com
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Bosco stood up quickly and grabbed the scotch bottle off of the coffee table and ran it to the kitchen shoving it into the nearest cupboard. As he walked towards the door he ran his hands over his hair trying to smooth any stray pieces of hair back into place. Then he blew a bit of air into his hand and sniffed it making sure he didn't smell like a brewery. It was ok but he wished he had a stick of gum or something. Well he had no time to look for some now so instead he drew in a deep breath and opened the door.
There she stood, in the hallway with Sam on a leash sitting in front of her. When Sam had seen Bosco he began to wag his tail and jumped up excitedly. Bosco bent down to pick him up. He has missed the little guy, almost as much as he had missed Faith.
"Come in" He opened the door wider for her as he let Sam lick his face.
Faith nodded and stepped in, "Looks like he missed you."
Bosco smiling because of Sam replied, "Well I sure missed him."
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There they sat on the sofa, tension filling the air. After they had exchanged pleasantries and sat down they both suddenly realized things still had to be said and done, both not sure how to begin. So they sat there waiting and hoping that the other would start first and it would be something the other would want to hear.
Bosco found himself more interested in the little golden pup sitting between them then he had ever been before. Staring at him, watching his every move intensely. His reason for it was a simple one. He was scared of what was coming. Faith had come to see him but that didn't necessarily mean anything good. So maybe if he could stare at Sam for another hour or so things would just work out. Yeah right who was he kidding?
He had heard Faith open her mouth to begin to speak. So he looked up at her. Bosco didn't pride himself in knowing a lot in life but the one thing he could count, the one thing he always knew and that was to read what Faith was thinking all he had to do was look at her. You couldn't have been partners for as long s they had without being able to read each other.
So he sat there along side her looking into her blue eyes and saw what she was about to say. For a brief moment he argued with himself. Should he be a man and do what was right or should he be selfish the way he had been all along? His answer surprised him.
"Bosco I" Faith began.
Bosco shook his head and stopped her. "Faith wait. I need to tell you something."
Faith sat there and crinkled her forehead as she tried to figure out what was coming.
"Faith I've thought about us over the last three weeks and I figured something out. You were right. This isn't going to work out. I'm not ready for this. I may never be. I can't sit here and put hope in the slim chance you may take me back. I can't sit here and promise that nothing like this will ever happen again, because I can't. I could have sworn it wouldn't have happened the first time. So how can I be so sure it won't happen again?"
Bosco stood up and started to pace back and forth. Faith took this opportunity to wipe away a tear that had slid down her cheek.
"When I was a kid, about 8 or 9 my dad had stayed out all night once. That in it's self wasn't anything new but the morning after when he came home. He didn't stumble in like usual. Instead he just walked right in like it was what he did every day. But that day was different. Ma had this look in her eyes that I'll never forget. She was hurt and I couldn't figure out why, not until now. See that day I walked in here and you looked up it was like flashing back. That was the look she had and it killed me that I was the reason you had that look. It all made sense. I'm not going to be him Faith. I won't. And until I know I can be sure of that. I can't bring you along for the ride."
Faith stood up and began to walk to the door.
"Faith"
She turned around, trying to hold in more tears that threatened to fall. "I get it Bosco. For once in your life you may be right about something."
She continued towards the door.
"Faith wait."
Bosco hadn't known why the words had come out of his mouth he had known he made the right decision in the long run. It may not have been what he wanted but there was no turning back now. As much as he wanted to he couldn't stop her.
"Um .a what about Sam?"
Faith looked between Sam and Bosco. She loved the puppy and had wanted to keep him like she had intended to but she had something else to take with her.
"You keep him. He missed you a lot these last few weeks."
As if on cue the little golden fur ball ran up to Faith and tried to jump up.
"No little guy, you stay with Bosco now."
She patted him on the head and returned to the door.
"Bye Bosco," She said without looking back.
"Bye Faith." She barely heard him say as she went to shut the door.
He watched as she walked out the door and slowly shut it behind her. The soft click of the closing door echoing in his ears, as if she had slammed it. Walking over to the door he rested his hand on the knob and leaned his forehead on the door. He shut his eyes and sighed as he turned around and let himself slide down the wooden doorframe.
Sam ran up to him and crawled into his lap.
"Don't look at me like that Sam. I had too. It was for the best. She deserves better then me Sam." Bosco trying to convince himself more then the little golden ball of fur staring up at him.
"It's like that poem or something. If you love it, don't hunt it let it be free. Or hunt it then set it free? Set something free if you love it! Never mind! You get the point. I love her too much to hurt her again Sam. I couldn't take that chance. I couldn't let *her* take that chance."
The dog let out a small bark.
"Why? For the stupidest reason that you'll ever hear. That's why..I saw her Sam, She was going to take me back."
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Faith had to rest for a second and let everything sink in. How could she have ever been so stupid to trust Maurice Boscorelli? Stupider yet was how she was about to take him back and give him another chance. She really thought they could work things out eventually. They had to, with everything involved. But Bosco had made himself clear. There was no them anymore, only her and well one little thing that Bosco hadn't given her the chance to tell him about.
She rested her hand on her stomach, "Just you and me know kiddo. Daddy doesn't want us."
Faith took one last look at the Santa Clause that Bosco still hadn't bothered to take off the door and turned and walked away. She'd be ok. Maybe not today or even next week but she'd be ok. At least that's what she kept telling herself as she left the building.
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One last chapter coming up folks. Set 4 or 5 years down the road. What happened with everybody? (No worries I even have it typed up already LOL)
Chapter 5
Disclaimer: As much as I would like to have Bosco and Faith as my very own, I don't they belong to NBC, WB and John Wells.
Authors Note - Well nobody may care that I finally got off my butt and decided to get back into my unfinished TW fic but for those who do, Glad you came back. Sorry I was away for so long. Sorry if it sucks, I've been gone way to long it's hard to get back in the grove of writing.
Feedback- Wanted like children want Christmas presents (
Email- Wine_into_water@hotmail.com
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Bosco stood up quickly and grabbed the scotch bottle off of the coffee table and ran it to the kitchen shoving it into the nearest cupboard. As he walked towards the door he ran his hands over his hair trying to smooth any stray pieces of hair back into place. Then he blew a bit of air into his hand and sniffed it making sure he didn't smell like a brewery. It was ok but he wished he had a stick of gum or something. Well he had no time to look for some now so instead he drew in a deep breath and opened the door.
There she stood, in the hallway with Sam on a leash sitting in front of her. When Sam had seen Bosco he began to wag his tail and jumped up excitedly. Bosco bent down to pick him up. He has missed the little guy, almost as much as he had missed Faith.
"Come in" He opened the door wider for her as he let Sam lick his face.
Faith nodded and stepped in, "Looks like he missed you."
Bosco smiling because of Sam replied, "Well I sure missed him."
~*~
There they sat on the sofa, tension filling the air. After they had exchanged pleasantries and sat down they both suddenly realized things still had to be said and done, both not sure how to begin. So they sat there waiting and hoping that the other would start first and it would be something the other would want to hear.
Bosco found himself more interested in the little golden pup sitting between them then he had ever been before. Staring at him, watching his every move intensely. His reason for it was a simple one. He was scared of what was coming. Faith had come to see him but that didn't necessarily mean anything good. So maybe if he could stare at Sam for another hour or so things would just work out. Yeah right who was he kidding?
He had heard Faith open her mouth to begin to speak. So he looked up at her. Bosco didn't pride himself in knowing a lot in life but the one thing he could count, the one thing he always knew and that was to read what Faith was thinking all he had to do was look at her. You couldn't have been partners for as long s they had without being able to read each other.
So he sat there along side her looking into her blue eyes and saw what she was about to say. For a brief moment he argued with himself. Should he be a man and do what was right or should he be selfish the way he had been all along? His answer surprised him.
"Bosco I" Faith began.
Bosco shook his head and stopped her. "Faith wait. I need to tell you something."
Faith sat there and crinkled her forehead as she tried to figure out what was coming.
"Faith I've thought about us over the last three weeks and I figured something out. You were right. This isn't going to work out. I'm not ready for this. I may never be. I can't sit here and put hope in the slim chance you may take me back. I can't sit here and promise that nothing like this will ever happen again, because I can't. I could have sworn it wouldn't have happened the first time. So how can I be so sure it won't happen again?"
Bosco stood up and started to pace back and forth. Faith took this opportunity to wipe away a tear that had slid down her cheek.
"When I was a kid, about 8 or 9 my dad had stayed out all night once. That in it's self wasn't anything new but the morning after when he came home. He didn't stumble in like usual. Instead he just walked right in like it was what he did every day. But that day was different. Ma had this look in her eyes that I'll never forget. She was hurt and I couldn't figure out why, not until now. See that day I walked in here and you looked up it was like flashing back. That was the look she had and it killed me that I was the reason you had that look. It all made sense. I'm not going to be him Faith. I won't. And until I know I can be sure of that. I can't bring you along for the ride."
Faith stood up and began to walk to the door.
"Faith"
She turned around, trying to hold in more tears that threatened to fall. "I get it Bosco. For once in your life you may be right about something."
She continued towards the door.
"Faith wait."
Bosco hadn't known why the words had come out of his mouth he had known he made the right decision in the long run. It may not have been what he wanted but there was no turning back now. As much as he wanted to he couldn't stop her.
"Um .a what about Sam?"
Faith looked between Sam and Bosco. She loved the puppy and had wanted to keep him like she had intended to but she had something else to take with her.
"You keep him. He missed you a lot these last few weeks."
As if on cue the little golden fur ball ran up to Faith and tried to jump up.
"No little guy, you stay with Bosco now."
She patted him on the head and returned to the door.
"Bye Bosco," She said without looking back.
"Bye Faith." She barely heard him say as she went to shut the door.
He watched as she walked out the door and slowly shut it behind her. The soft click of the closing door echoing in his ears, as if she had slammed it. Walking over to the door he rested his hand on the knob and leaned his forehead on the door. He shut his eyes and sighed as he turned around and let himself slide down the wooden doorframe.
Sam ran up to him and crawled into his lap.
"Don't look at me like that Sam. I had too. It was for the best. She deserves better then me Sam." Bosco trying to convince himself more then the little golden ball of fur staring up at him.
"It's like that poem or something. If you love it, don't hunt it let it be free. Or hunt it then set it free? Set something free if you love it! Never mind! You get the point. I love her too much to hurt her again Sam. I couldn't take that chance. I couldn't let *her* take that chance."
The dog let out a small bark.
"Why? For the stupidest reason that you'll ever hear. That's why..I saw her Sam, She was going to take me back."
~*~
Faith had to rest for a second and let everything sink in. How could she have ever been so stupid to trust Maurice Boscorelli? Stupider yet was how she was about to take him back and give him another chance. She really thought they could work things out eventually. They had to, with everything involved. But Bosco had made himself clear. There was no them anymore, only her and well one little thing that Bosco hadn't given her the chance to tell him about.
She rested her hand on her stomach, "Just you and me know kiddo. Daddy doesn't want us."
Faith took one last look at the Santa Clause that Bosco still hadn't bothered to take off the door and turned and walked away. She'd be ok. Maybe not today or even next week but she'd be ok. At least that's what she kept telling herself as she left the building.
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One last chapter coming up folks. Set 4 or 5 years down the road. What happened with everybody? (No worries I even have it typed up already LOL)
