A/N This will probably the shortest one, I'm aiming for just one page. This is suppose to be a drabble, godamnit! Long notes at the bottom. Review, please!
Disclaimer: I own only my t-shirt and glasses. Nothing else. Not even my underwear.
Crash And Burn
Glasses clinked together and made a peculiarly melodic screech across the room.
Eyes filled with laughter and mirth turned and focused with expectance.
A shuffling of various eating implements and clearing of throats guaranteed the audience.
And Zachary Addy smiled nervously.
He didn't exactly know how he got into this situation. In his mind, it had been a blur of spikes and knives to him- a whirlwind of activity and hurt that had lengthened the past ten months into both an eternity and a blink of an eye.
His logical mind told him that he was the one chosen for this particularly scary job because he was the least imposing. He was just a kid, for all everybody cared. And all of his otherfriends aside from the squints were either dead to him or to the rest of the world. Sometimes both.
But what had really been the most ironic twist was the fact that he was in love with her. Even if nobody believed in it enough to notice.
She was his idol. The one he had fantasies and dreams of. The person who kept him up at night- but also the only thought that made him relax.
She was his mentor, his goddess, his love.
But he was just a kid. And like everything else in his life, she was by someone else while he watched.
He burned inside every time he saw the two of them together. But he couldn't really hate him. He was a good guy. The type of person Zach had pictured himself to be in his dreams with her.
Why hadn't he made a move? Made any attempt at all? Made himself the hero, for once?
As the questions lingered, he knew that he already knew the answers.
And hated himself more because of them.
But then again, he was just a kid. What did he know?
He finally forced himself to stand and stare into his own personal nothing.
And amidst the sea of clinks, white dresses, eyes and expectations, he cleared his throat.
He bowed at the bride, then at the groom.
Heart and soul bled a little bit more as he faced the room again. Everyone glanced at him- the best man.
"I've been asked to say a few words…"
A/N: Well, it's done.
I know this might seem like a big thing... with the implied wedding and all, but remember that I'm just playing around, and I haven't concretized a time frame- so this may actually be a few years into their partnership...
I know that most of you wanted me to develop all the minor characters, and maybe I will. However, given that my theme is about unfulfilled love, I kept it to these three... I may come back and make a chapter for Hodgins (but it would seem like sort of a repeat of this chapter, given that his target of unrequited love would also be Brennan) and Angela seems very elusive indeed. Rebecca and Cullen might be nice, albeit hard, and Parker just wouldn't fit into the "Crashing and Burning". But I would really love to tackle all of them. Maybe next week, if I get time off from work.
Also, I have read in some fics that Goodman was married, so that's why I wrote the line about 'age... trivialities' (keeping it safe, since I wasn't sure, and because- who says that a married man can't desire another woman?).
I might make another series with other characters in mind. But until then, this will be considered complete. Thanks for reading. And... Reviews keep me warm at night.
