"Everyone knows that you're my favourite girl
But there's some things in life that are not meant to be,
I'm not meant for you, and you're not meant for me."
'Good Life', Francis Dunnery
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Booth stormed through the corridors of the Jeffersonian, the expression on his face warning every person he passed to stay well away from him. Marching out in to the parking lot and towards his SUV, he let out a long breath.
She moved away from me. She rejected me, pushed me away. I thought…
He clambered in to the car, slamming the door hard behind him in an effort to stop where his mind was wandering.
Now hidden from view, he let the anger and frustration slide from his face to be replaced with a look of confusion and hurt.
I thought that maybe she loved me…
He rested his forehead against the steering wheel, trying to gather his thoughts.
Maybe it was my fault. I should have told her earlier that I was leaving, Maybe if I'd told her, she would have asked me to stay. But not now. The way she reacted…
He sighed heavily, her words weighing him down.
The way she looked at me, that anger…
He sat up straight, digging in his pocket for his cell phone.
I should call her, I should face up to all of this and sort it out. I can't leave with her hating me like this.
The cell phone in his hand, his thumb paused over his partner's speed dial.
But then what if she changes her mind and she tells you to stay, Seeley? What would you do then, how could you say no? You have to go to Iraq. You know that they need you out there and if helping with the training means saving just one life, just one, then it's worth it. You have to go. You have to leave her.
His gaze trailed back towards the Jeffersonian and he just stared up at the imposing building.
All that happened in her office was she made it easier. You were the one making the mistake, Seeley. You tried to kiss her and what if you had? You would hate yourself come Wednesday, come the time you have to go.
His jaw set in a firm line, he turned the key in the ignition, pulling out of the parking lot for what he knew could be the last time.
All she did was make it easier. All she did was say goodbye.
oo00oo
Temperance Brennan lay curled up on the sofa in her office, shrouded in darkness. After Booth had left, she had focused on her work, pouring herself in to the details to distract her from the aching in her chest and the temptation to find her partner.
I shouldn't have said the things I did. I didn't even mean them. Booth just makes me so mad sometimes…
Now the lab was empty and everyone had gone. She knew she needed to go home but she wasn't sure if she could manage it.
Struggling to her feet, she shrugged the blanket from her shoulders and ran a tired hand across her face, trying to wake herself up.
There's nothing more I can do tonight.
Crossing the office, she grabbed her bag and started sorting through her things, retrieving her car keys from the edge of the desk. She froze, staring down at the toy pig next to her computer. Booth had given it to her following a tough case that had resulted in her having to kill a man.
I had to do it, to save Booth.
Frowning, she swallowed her guilt and picked up Jasper, stroking his head distractedly.
Just like he saved me so many times. From Kenton, from the bomb in my fridge, from myself.
Her grip tightened around the pig as her eyes began to swim with tears.
And now he's going. He's leaving me. And I didn't exactly give him reason to stay.
She gently placed Jasper back on her desk with a wistful smile as she hitched her bag on to a shoulder.
But I will. I'm not giving up without a fight. Not this time.
Marching out of the office, she gave a cheerful nod to the bleary eyed security guard on duty.
Tomorrow, I'm going to tell him the truth. Whether he leaves or not, he has to know. I'm going to tell him that I love him.