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After Max returned from his small shopping trip, it was all about making dinner and sharing stories, loving, fun stories so their spirits continued running high. Max told Booth all about "Chatty Cathy", and how his 4-year old Tempe would never leave the house without it, and how Russ would try to annoy her, by hiding her precious doll or trying to scare her by jumping from behind her or behind walls and how, more than once, his daughter had stood up for herself and whacked him in the head without a second's hesitation. They had also talked about the current state of things at the office, and how the lab was coping without her, but without going too deep, so that unpleasant memories didn't enter this happy time. They all knew there would be time for reality to barge in, but they all silently agreed that they would do everything to keep it at bay for as long as they possibly could.
Booth's warm, loving smile as they ate filled her insides with a sense of completion and glee that seemed so foreign to her she even pinched herself hard on her thigh, under the table, twice, to check that this moment, sitting in a table, eating delicious food, with the 2 most important men in her life, was not a figment of her fevered imagination. She smiled at them, even blushing from time to time at the slightly embarrassing stories her father was telling Booth, and laughing as Booth shared his own happy stories from his childhood, knowing that as he grew up, those grew increasingly scarce. She felt honored, because she knew they were so rare and precious to him, that sharing those with them made her feel precious and important, appreciating the effort he was making to build a real relationship with her, and with her father.
"I know it's not rational, but I can picture Bones doing that ", he said, as Max had told him about the time she had refused to eat until Russ apologized for taking her beloved pet frog and dissected it with his friends, "just to be gross". "I imagine her, all proud and haughty, like a princess unwilling to bow down to anyone, waiting in her tower until Russ came to say he was sorry. God knows she's made me apologize to her more than once, and given me a hard time about", his voice was soft and tender, and she smiled at the word chosen, knowing it was her own feminine response to it.
"Einstein was my pet frog, and Russ shouldn't have taken it", she said haughtily, and Booth couldn't resist bending over and kissing her cheek, both mindful and respectful of Max's presence before them, who was beaming at the open affection between his daughter and his former pursuer, "Besides, the times you've had to apologize to me for something have been earned".
"Christine was so mad at Russ she made him do all his chores and Tempe's for two weeks straight when Tempe spent the whole night crying. She even made him take iced lemonade to Tempe's room all afternoons. After 3 days, he was truly repentant for what he had done. None of us could stand the sight of Tempe's tears", Max said, and instantly regretted it, fearing the comment had put a damper on the otherwise happy mood surrounding their meal, but Bones, who smiled indulgently at her father.
"It is sexist to think that I was crying because I wanted to manipulate you", she said softly, "I was truly sad, I missed Einstein, and though rationally I knew it wasn't possible, I wanted him back.", Max smiled, and Booth shook his head at her way of explaining her behavior, and replied, "Come on, Bones. When you get to experience it, you will get to understand why it is so hard for a parent to see his child suffer, for any reason, even if it's silly", he explained softly, trying to help Max and make her see how loved she was, "It's like this feeling inside your gut, painful and it makes you want to run and do anything you can so those tears stop. Besides, it doesn't help when it's a little girl crying, a sight we men are definitely unable to deal with, and much less when it's such a beautiful little girl like you were doing the crying", she smiled shyly at Booth, her heart jumping at his compliment.
"And it was even worse when she made us organize a funeral for Einstein in our backyard", she blushed further and hid her head against her chest, feeling her cheeks get impossibly hot at the memory. "She insisted we all had to wear black, and she even decorated a little tinder box with flowers and all", Max said tenderly, a look of fatherly love firmly etched on his face, "I dug the hole, not too deep of course, and she put on daisies and even a little tombstone for him", Booth was so touched at the irrational, but loving gesture, wishing he would get the chance to get glimpses of the girl she had once been.
"Wow, Bones. I knew that under your kung-fu moves and squint talk, lived a big, loving softie", he said, and their eyes met. "I can imagine you like that. So beautiful", her blush deepened at the unmistakable praise and tone of awe, but she couldn't stop holding his stare, it was luring her in with its power, as always.
"How do you even know I was beautiful?", she asked earnestly, and he chuckled, "Because you had to be. Even if sometimes you felt like the ugly duckling, any men with two eyes would have seen you were about to become a beautiful, perfect swan", she smiled softly at Booth, her cheeks still flaming pink. Max felt his heart ease, knowing his baby girl would never be alone again, "And Andy Flueger had to have very bad eyesight not to see the beauty you would become. I'm sure that he's now married, with 5 kids, with a big fat beer belly, with one of those torn t-shirts, vegging out in his couch in front of the TV, watching old sports replays and cursing himself every time your face comes up on the news for not seeing the person you would be, how beautiful, smart and successful you are", Max laughed, raising his beer bottle in silent toast to Booth, who replied in kind, knowing that any men who hadn't stuck around for her long enough to uncover what hidden secrets lived within her soul had definitely missed out on something extraordinary.
"Booth!", she gently admonished, though her laugh betrayed her intention, "you have no evidence of that, and for your information, he did have very good eyesight. I told you he was the captain of the lacrosse team", she said softly, and Booth reached for her hand, shaking his head. "Just stupid, then. Not blind", she shook her head, but the smile never left her lips during the rest of their shared meal.
When they were done with their meal, and after Max and Booth had drank another beer bottle each, as expected, the two alpha males didn't allow her to help with the dishes, and she had settled for watching the ease with which they worked together, sitting in a chair by the kitchen island. It was remarkably soothing to see them together, so calm around each other, when once before their main goal was the chase and the hunt. But she could now understand that she was the bond that kept them together, that their shared love for her made them stand united, to protect her, and that made the flutter in her insides grow, like the beautiful caress of a butterfly, and she was humbled by the turnaround her life had taken in the past few days: from feeling completely hopeless and alone, with what she thought were a few unfounded expectations, to being overcome with the love these two men showed her so openly, so completely.
Booth placed another glass of her green iced tea in front of her, making her smile at him as he hadn't forgotten she favored a second glass right after having dinner. The three of them made their way to the terrace, where she and Booth sat on the couch, his arm comfortably placed around her shoulders, letting her feel the warmth of his body to fight the slight chill of the sea breeze, Max in front of them on "her" recliner, making small talk with them until he groaned, and rubbed his back with both hands.
"I guess I'm going to bed", he said, standing up and cracking his waist, making them smile, "I'm not a young buck anymore, and I don't want Tempe here chiding me for not taking care of myself", he shook his head and chuckled, and she smiled indulgently.
"I just want you to take care of yourself, Dad", she said, and he bowed his head, and kissed her forehead.
"I know, honey. I know. Sleep tight", knowing he couldn't put off the subject anymore, added, "Booth, the room next to Tempe's, on the opposite side of mine, is prepared for you. I am not going to embarrass you by assuming you will not take it, but it's ready anyway. I leave that decision to you both, and don't be shy on my account. It's not like we're blushing virgins around here", Max said, and contrary to what she might have thought, Booth chuckled, as indeed, it was she who blushed softly at the implication, and grateful that he had eased the way for whatever they decided, and seemed accepting.
"Thank you, Max", he said, and with a nod, Max left them on their own.
They stayed in comfortable silence there for a few moments, until he spoke. "Your dad made a good point", their eyes met, and he added, "I'm not going to assume we're ready to get there yet", he said pointedly, "We just got together, and as I told you, I'm not going to rush you through this".
She raised her hand, and caressed his jaw, enjoying the feel of his coarse stubble, "You're right. I don't want to rush this either, but… I don't want to be away from you. Booth, I…", she didn't know how to voice her request, or if it was even fair to put him in that situation, remembering how almost 2 years ago she had asked something she knew was almost impossible to accomplish when she asked him to continue being subjected to the pain of being his partner AND friend when she had just rejected him.
"What is it, Bones? You can tell me anything", his tender voice and the smile that made his eyes sparkle gave her the courage to tell him what was on her mind.
"I've missed you, so very much, Booth", and she was certain he could hear the raw longing in her voice, "And I… I know it's not fair of me to ask, but… I would love if we could sleep together", at his raised, questioning eyebrow she pointedly said, "Sleep, Booth. Just sleep. It's just… that I would love to spend the night in your arms, you make me feel… safe", his eyes had softened at her request, and he bowed his head, pecking her lips softly, enjoying her softness and taste for a few moments until he broke the connection, and pressed his forehead against hers.
"Bones, nothing would feel better than to sleep with you in my arms. I'm not going to say it won't be painful", she smiled bashfully at the blatant implication, "But I can't think of something better than to see your face first thing in the morning and feel your body next to mine", they shared another tender kiss, and stood up together, turned off the lights, closed up and went up the stairs, one of his hands around her waist and the other clutching his travel bag that he had left by the living room couch earlier.
While she did her nightly routine, he went to retrieve a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, not wanting to assume that sleeping in his usual sleeping attire of boxers and his own naked skin would be suitable for the situation. He was sitting by the edge of the bed, enjoying the peace of the crashing waves on their shore, but his heartbeat quickly accelerated at the sight of her as she exited the bathroom. She looked soft and ethereal, clad in a form-fitting but modest green cotton tank top that hinted tastefully at her cleavage and matching blue shorts that reached mid-thigh, delighting him with the view of miles of perfect, milky soft skin and long, toned legs. He imagined a teenage Temperance, dressing like that for the summer, and he smiled softly at the picture in his mind's eye, wishing he could have met her back then.
"You can use the bathroom now", she said, and he nodded, unable to resist pressing a kiss against her forehead as he passed by her side and entered the bathroom to get ready for the night. When he reentered the room, the only light there was came from the lamplight by her bedside, its dimmed hue giving the room a soft glow and he could now see she had opened the wide French doors that led to the balcony outside, letting in the sea breeze, making the air slightly humid, but feeling delicious on his skin, the room already starting to fill with the salty scent of the ocean, but above all, he could smell her, and his body was reacting, craving to get to the source of that heavenly perfume.
He could see she was waiting for him, and she had taken the white bedspread and placed it on the small couch next to the bed, only leaving a light sheet for them to cover their bodies with.
"I don't know if this is ok, but I… I just love the smell of the night sea breeze, it's not as humid as during the day, and the slight chill is enough to keep a pleasant temperature in the room, making the fan or A/C unnecessary. But I can turn either one on if you don't like it this way…", she looked so vulnerable, sitting on the bed, he just smiled at her, and shook his head.
"It's perfect. I love it as well, and it's eco-friendly", she smiled shyly.
"Booth?", at his raised eyebrow, she added, "You might get hot in that t-shirt. You can take it off if you want", she blushed prettily, and he chuckled.
"Admit it, Bones", he said, pausing while he followed her instruction instantly, inwardly enjoying her startled gasp at the sight of his naked torso, "you just want to see me without my shirt on, you want to ogle my perfect acromion", she gave an indignant huff, but the sparkle in her eyes told him that indeed, she was enjoying the view, even if she had made a reasonable point: the temperature was pleasing, but he could get hot. Very hot, he thought. Clean thoughts. Chaste thoughts, Seeley. You don't want Father Mike calling you a pervert, again.
"I'm just being practical", she said, but smiling coyly, added, "However, I can't help but enjoy the side benefits as well", he laughed softly, and joined her. He laid on his back while she turned off the lamp, and instinctively, her body gravitated towards his, his own responding until they were blended, two parts of a whole, his hand moving to touch her back through the fabric of her pj's, enjoying how soft and pliant she felt, while her hand moved to rest on his stomach, where his free hand grasped it, their fingers entwining, her head pillowed on his broad chest.
He inhaled deeply against her hair, and smiled, "You smell so good, so amazing", he said, and she smiled, hiding her head against his pectoral muscle, getting her own share of his manly, musky, clean scent. "And while I could be scientific and explain all the reasons why I smell good to you", she responded softly, "You smell so good to me too", she pressed her lips briefly against his shoulder, trying to stop herself from jumping him, as that combination of aftershave, deodorant, musk and simply… male blended to hit her nostrils with the enticing aroma that was her Booth. Her body was screaming at her, and she knew his was too, to give up the pretense of not wanting each other and simply take action, but her heart and brain were in accord for the first time, knowing they needed to settle into this new reality before they took the plunge into those deep, unknown waters. The threads holding this new reality together were still newborn, and strengthening them would take time.
They calmed, her head still resting on his chest, his hand still tracing her back, and after a while passed, their breaths started evening out, echoing the other perfectly; it was them when she dared voice what she was thinking.
"Booth?", she said, and he responded with a soft, "Yes, Bones?"
"I knew you wouldn't give up", her voice sounded hoarse, and it was filled with emotion, his own husky and loving as he replied, "I knew you wouldn't give up. And I'm so glad, my beautiful, sweet Bones, that you never stopped believing in me". They remembered a night in a church, so long ago, when the adrenalin of having just escaped dead still coursed through their bloodstream, and the longing was there, but they were still too afraid to risk their hearts to each other.
"I might not believe in the same things you do, but the one thing I believe in is you, Booth. And I know you'll always be there to catch me, you never let me fall", their eyes met in the darkness, and he couldn't not kiss her, simply because he now had the right to kiss her whenever, wherever he desired.
"Perhaps I did once, but not anymore. I will always be there", he vowed, and she smiled before retaking her previous position against his body. When her breath was finally even, signaling deep sleep, he said, "I love you, Bones. More than my life, more than anything", and only then did he dare fall victim to the sweet oblivion of sleep, knowing she was safe in her knight's fierce, loving embrace.
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A month had passed since the horrible events of that day at the Jeffersonian. She still couldn't believe how her life had changed from being perfect and filled with love one day, to being thrown aside and alone the next.
She knew he was right in being angry, but honestly, looking back at her actions, she could only say her response was instinctual. She was so used on watching out for herself, on caring for herself, the instinct of ducking for cover had come naturally to her, though she knew she must have fought harder to protect his little boy.
She both hated and cursed the reflexes that made Temperance react so promptly to the threat that woman had presented. She had never imagined she would complete her threat to shoot Parker or her, and she was so terrified her only thought was to save herself. She was grateful though, as she loved Seeley, and knew losing his only son would have destroyed him, and she had come to care for the little boy in the brief period of time she had come to know him.
However, what she had never anticipated was Seeley's reaction. She knew he would be angry, and even more when she realized he had seen almost the whole thing unfold from far as he entered the lab, or at least, the part that mattered: the part where she, who had been holding Parker's hand, had let go of him while his best friend and partner ran across the room to save him, injuring herself in the process, almost to the point of death.
She had never seen that dark fury in the otherwise gentle eyes before, and while she had waited in his apartment until he came back from the hospital, she had still counted on and hoped for his forgiveness. What she had never expected was that unleashed anger and his confession of how he couldn't trust her anymore, how she was the reason he had turned down the woman who was now on the brink of dying for saving his son. She knew all his words had a solid foundation, but she had never considered the seriousness of her actions until he pointed them out. Of course, it was only after she had researched the woman in question that she understood the weight of her actions: she had truly been out for blood, Parker's more exactly, and there was no doubt in her mind that she would have killed not only him, but the three of them if Seeley hadn't got there in time after Temperance had deflected her first attempt to do harm, and the idea made her blood run cold.
She was used to ending her relationships, using her nomadic lifestyle as an excuse to avoid seriousness and long-term commitment, but this man had come to mean more to her than anyone before him, and the feeling of being rejected so harshly hadn't sat well with her. She had never seen herself as the marrying kind, not really, but she had tried to put that out of her mind because she knew he was looking for something more, and she was selfish enough not to want to give him up, even if after she had moved in with him, as Temperance had said it, "he would give himself to her completely and it would be very painful for him if she wasn't as serious about the relationship as he was". Of course, she had tried to reassure her, knowing how heavily Brennan's words weighed on his mind, being his best friend and partner, but to be honest, she had never truly grasped the severity of her warning until the worst happened.
Rationally, she knew she had no reason to feel this way, but the woman in her was offended, humiliated, hurt and rejected. She had even tried sleeping with one of her colleagues, but the thought of him had definitely tainted, though not stopped, her from trying to get back to who she was before she met him, and at the end of the night, she had found herself comparing the naked man sleeping peacefully sated on her hotel bedroom to the one who had offered her a real home for the first time in years, and found him seriously lacking. She had never measured how deeply he could come to affect her, and unfortunately, she had realized it too late to do anything in her favor.
Instead of coming to a warm home, delicious food, fantastic sex and love, she now got to an empty hotel room or the hotel bar, nursing enough drinks to help her fall asleep, hoping tonight she wouldn't dream of him, knowing probably, it would fail. She signaled for the bartender to refill her scotch, and when she opened her purse to pay her tab, he said, "It's already paid for", she raised a questioning eyebrow, as she had forgotten what it was like to be picked up in bar. She thought that maybe that was because she had spent the last years chasing leads or in dangerous war zones, not giving her enough time to socialize or pick up random guys in bars. And in those places, there was only the hidden romp in the darkness, hoping the squeak of a flimsy mattress as flesh pounded against flesh wasn't heard by anyone, the smell of gunpowder and sound of gunfire lacing the air around her, enveloping her. It was funny how things with Seeley had started out like that, but then had come to mean much more.
But now she was in a somewhat fancy bar, and a man was interested, and she desperately needed to feel wanted, and worthy of being noticed, even if it was for a short while. The bartender, reading her questioning expression, pointed to the end of the bar, and pointed to a tall man sitting at the end of the table. She breathed deeply, and knowing full well what her actions might mean, she raised her glass at the man, and smiled gently. She knew she was somewhat giving him an open invitation go approach her, and she didn't care. She was tired of feeling lonely, and perhaps this man might help, even if it turned out to be nothing, he could take her mind off things for a while, or she hoped he could.
She assessed him while he approached: he was tall, taller than Seeley, and he was bulkier, but never with muscles as sculpted as Seeley's, who bordered on slim, but had spectacular muscle definition. He was older, perhaps mid 40's, and he had a close haircut that hinted at graying hair. He wasn't exactly handsome, but he was still very attractive, and exuded an energy she couldn't ignore.
"I'm sorry if I was too bold, but I can't understand what a beautiful woman such as yourself is doing in a hotel bar, sitting on a barstool on her own. A woman like you should never have to be alone", she raised an eyebrow, but smiled as he seemed genuine, "Can I sit with you, or are you expecting anyone?", he asked, and she shook her head.
"No, I'm not expecting anyone, and yes, you can sit so I can thank you for my drink", he sat next to her, and asked the bartender for a new refill on his drink, while she assessed him more closely. He was dressed in black, with a cotton turtleneck and black pants, his nails closely trimmed, and she sighed. It seemed like it was her destiny to run into this type of man.
"Military?", she asked, unable to help herself, and he shook his head.
"I once was, but that was a lifetime ago. I make my own way now. I was never one to follow rules", he said, and she smiled at the comment and at his own smile, ignoring a pang of something strange in her solar plexus as she stared into those black depths. While also dark, Seeley's eyes were always kind and warm, like open windows into his soul, lively with emotions, but this man's eyes seemed almost lifeless and eerily cold. She shook her head, berating herself for assuming those things about him, knowing her judgment was skewed due to her emotional state, thus ignoring the little warning sign inside her head that told her to run away as fast as she could.
"At the risk of sounding cliché, I couldn't help but wonder why you seemed so sad, while I was sitting over there. I don't mean to intrude, really", he said, and she sipped her scotch before speaking.
"I… I just got out of a relationship, and… it was very hard for me", she explained, "I cared very much for him, but… things happened, and we called it quits", she said.
"We or he?", he asked bluntly, and seeing her shock, he quickly added, "Sorry, it's just… I'm somewhat good at reading people, and your face tells me it wasn't mutual", her face dropped, and the man added, "I don't mean to pry, but something told me you needed someone to listen, even if it's just a stranger you just met. At least, I won't judge, and something tells me you need that", she raised her eyes to his, and smiled weakly. He was right, she was desperate to vent with anyone who was willing to listen, someone who somewhat could understand what she was going through.
She tried to explain how she and Seeley had come to meet, trying to keep out as many details as possible, not knowing why she was still respecting his tendency to be private, and making sense at the same time, when she reached the current state of things, "When that someone tried to hurt his son, I… don't know why, I just… reacted. I let go of his hand, and ran for cover. And his… best friend, his work partner, stepped in, and got pretty hurt saving him", he nodded in understanding, and seemingly compassion, and she had to accept perhaps it was his way of handling himself which had made her blurt out all things to someone she had just met. Besides, she had checked his hand earlier, and realized there wasn't a ring, or the shadow of a ring on his finger, which told her he wasn't trying to pick her up by telling her lies.
"Wow", he said, sipping on his drink, "That must have been awful for you. Did he actually blame you for reacting the way you did?", at her nod, he shook his head, "Personally, and though I don't know him or you, I think he shouldn't have. Our reactions are instinctual, we do not plan them out. They just happen, and we can't be held responsible for how our body behaves in the face of danger", her eyes widened, and she couldn't help but blurt out, "I can't believe you get it and he doesn't! I mean, I know he expected me to care for his boy, and I always did, doing everything to make him like me, so our relationship could continue. But one mistake, one, and it's like… it's not like I wanted that woman to hurt him, like I just didn't care, but I have spent so many years protecting myself from danger, my response came so naturally…", the man startled her as he placed his hand on hers, and the understanding in his eyes instantly calmed her, though his voice was a bit clinical as he replied.
"When you've been to war, your body is honed to respond to danger in ways you can't understand or even predict. You're a woman, and in those situations, stereotypes make it harder out there. You have to double the effort so you earn the respect of the men surrounding you. While it was definitely not the best outcome, you couldn't anticipate that the adrenalin in your body would make you run for cover, or that the other woman would step in front of the bullet. In fact, you never see the bullet that takes you down, you just… react. You were caught in the crossfire, and unfortunately, your relationship suffered the collateral damage", she nodded, grateful that this stranger seemed to understand what no one else would.
"I don't know why I told you all this, it's not me to share my whole life with a complete stranger, but…", he interrupted her, "We were both at the right moment, at the same place. And I've come to appreciate the kindness of a stranger. They can change your life, and perhaps I could give you an unbiased judgment of your situation", she smiled at him, relieved that he didn't seem to want to take advantage of her obvious vulnerability, "You can see now that indeed, I was not trying to pick you up. I thought we could share our mutual loneliness while we're both here. I know what it feels like to lose things that matter to you for reasons beyond your control. I looked at you, sitting there, on your own, and I wanted to do for you what I wish someone would do for me were I in your shoes. Simply let me speak, without passing judgment", she nodded, relieved that this awkward moment was just that, someone friendly doing something kind for someone else.
"I have to go, some business to run and an early start", he said, putting an end to their conversation, and finished his drink in one gulp, smiling at her one more time, now standing beside her. "Are you staying here or are you just passing by the city? Perhaps we might run into each other once more", he asked, and deciding it was safe enough, she replied.
"I'm staying here until I decide where to go from here", he nodded.
"I'm staying here as well. And if you would like, I hope that we can chat again sometime then. Sleep tight", he turned on his heels, and just then she realized she hadn't asked a very important question, or been asked the same question back.
"I'm sorry, I didn't get your name. It would be rude of me to call you "sir", when you've just spent practically an hour listening to me rant and vent", she hoped her smile would do the trick, and luckily it did.
He chuckled, and she didn't understand why a small shiver made its way down her spine as he approached her once more and shook her hand politely, and replied in a deep, graveled voice.
"Broadsky. Jake Broadsky. Pleased to meet you".
WARNINGS: PLEASE, PLEASE READ BEFORE YOU LEAVE!
I know, I know! Bad, bad bebe! LOL
I hate asking for reviews, and I would never blackmail you (which I respect when other fanfic writers do) with reviews for chappies, but it's the only way to know I'm reaching you, and what you think of the content and direction I take… I always take those words into consideration… so please, tell me how I'm doing! Pretty please?
While this is AU from 6x09 and forward, I couldn't make myself depart so far from canon, and I thought that Broadsky was a brutal villain, so different from the crazy-abusive Epps or the greedy-calculating Taffet, or the technopsycho Pelant of S7... So… what's Broadsky up to here? You'll have to read more to find out… hihihi…
Really, while many stories are based on the premise that they need a villain to unfold, I'm not one for irrational angst. Well-managed, rational, purposeful angst, yes. I thought the Broadsky storyline did serve a purpose, and that was giving us a hint into a part of Booth's life that he hates: his past as a sniper, and trying to make him reconcile with it, and seeing how he came to be so good at that, and those involved in that part of his life. I will stick to canon as much as possible, but as he came into this story in a different way, I'll try and adapt in a way that makes sense and still remains truthful to the show, and its spirit.
My promise to you, my dear readers, is that they will fight, tooth and nail, to be AND remain together, no matter the obstacles. I REPEAT, ONCE MORE, IN MY WORLD, B&B HAVE TO END UP TOGETHER, so be hopeful, and always trust that… (otherwise, I would have labeled this as tragedy! Because them not together is that, a tragedy! LOL)
Myriam