Disclaimer: I don't own Bones. I can only let my muse come up with angsty situations to put them in. Oh darn.
A/N: I was working on another Bones story when this popped into my mind. It's the result of listening to The Fray's Over My Head a million times. Any mistakes are mine because I"m too lazy to check them now. And I don't have a beta. Anyone wanna volunteer?
Booth sighed and gulped the last of his drink. He wasn't even sure what it was. Sid had taken one look at him and poured something out of a bottle that had the label torn off and had been replaced with a piece of duct tape saying something that looked like, "Danger." He sighed again and dropped his head into his hands.
I never knew
I never knew that everything was falling through
That everyone I knew was waiting on a queue
To turn and run when all I needed was the truth
But that's how it's got to be
It's coming down to nothing more than apathy
I'd rather run the other way than stay and see
The smoke and who's still standing when it clears
The voices of a young couple seemed to get louder by the moment. The excited tones and laughs made him want to bash his head on the counter. A man couldn't even drown his sorrows alone anymore.
Sorrows, Booth pondered the word. What did he have to we depressed about? Bones had never belonged to him. She had been free and wild, new and puzzling. The time they spent together had taught him more about her than he ever intended to learn. She had learned more about him than he ever intended to give away.
Everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
Over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind
She's on your mind
Bones had wormed his way into his heart and mind, even when he had dated other women. She had scared away Tessa by meeting her once. It was remarkable how brilliant she could be scientifically and yet she didn't understand why Tessa had run. He supposed Angela had tried to explain. Angela had pushed them together from the start.
Let's rearrange
I wish you were a stranger I could disengage
Just say that we agree and then never change
Soften a bit until we all just get along
But that's disregard
Find another friend and you discard
As you lose the argument in a cable car
Hanging above as the canyon comes between
The two had become close and, Booth dared to venture, he thought they had even been friends. Nothing more, just friends, God how he had told himself that so many times. The most friends could do was have dinner once and a while or even share advice. Booth had shared his worldly expertise. And she had listened.
Bones had followed his advice to the letter. She had started watching TV and referencing pop culture. It had become like a game to him to test her knowledge. They still had friendly banter but as the cases became more and more serious he had become more and more strict. She wasn't allowed to come to interview some suspects because they owned a gun. Slowly she started to return to lab work and he had gotten used to it.
Everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
Over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind
She's on your mind
Everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
Over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind
She's on your mind
The next case introduced her to Jordan. Jordan the journalist, who traveled the world. The man who crept into their conversations and stopped by at work, always smiling. He made her smile and laugh and leave work early. Something Booth himself had never been able to do.
They had grown farther apart, even on cases the emotional distance could span several mountain ranges. She was always thinking about Jordan or the case. Not about the man who had saved her life several times, Booth thought bitterly.
And suddenly I become a part of your past
I'm becoming the part that don't last
I'm losing you and its effortless
Without a sound we lose sight of the ground
In the throw around
Never thought that you wanted to bring it down
I won't let it go down till we torch it ourselves
Now Bones was living with the man. The cases had grown less and less and Booth no longer had excuses to see her or any of the squints. Jordan was always present and with him there Booth only had the courage to exchange pleasantries. Damn him.
Booth knew he made her happy. She glowed in a way he had never seen before. But when she looked at him there was still something there. Over the months of distance Bones still remembered him even if it was a fond memory.
And everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
Over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind
She's on your mind
Everyone knows
She's on your mind
Everyone knows I'm in over my head
I'm in over my head
I'm in over...
Sid moved out of Booth's eyesight. The soft sound of a radio being turned on shook Booth out of his revere. The talk host announced that it was 11:48 and Booth glanced at his watch confirming the time. Just another day in the endless misery of life.
Bones would probably be at home curled into a ball on the couch watching some old movie with him. His thoughts wandered back to the night she had decided to stay in the hospital with him instead of going to dinner with David, or Dick431 as he was commonly reffered to. Booth wondered, hoped she was thinking about it too.
Maybe it wasn't too late. Maybe their special bond could be salvaged. It was worth a try. The faint spark of hope lit up the darkness in Booth's mind. Maybe Bones would come back to him. If he gave her a gun maybe it would happen faster. That thought brought a now rare smile to his face. Jordan couldn't hold a candle to him, Angela had once said. Booth would always be Bones' "knight in shining standard issue FBI body amour". He stood to leave and pulled a few bills out of his wallet for Sid.
The music on the radio caught his attention as he walked away.
"Everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
Over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind
She's on your mind."
A/N: You know the drill. Review please! It might motivate my muse to invent faster.