This chapter has spoilers up to and including 2x16 'The Boneless Bride in the River'. Remember: no bones, no Bones. Haha, that was one of my favorite lines, ever! Now that you know what episode this chapter ties to, you all know what this chapter means. But he's not leaving without me screwing with him a little bit more!
Chapter 11—Suspicious
He knew that if Brennan asked Booth for his advice, Booth would tell her to stay. He didn't expect anything more from her partner, after all, he was in love with her. Not that he would ever admit it, of course.
He knew Angela had supported her going, but it was Booth who changed her mind. He was so sure she had been planning to sail off to the Caribbean with him, but it was Booth who stopped her. It was always Booth.
The man may have been his friend, once, but his jealousy over Booth's relationship with Brennan ended their friendship. Every time something happened, Brennan ran to Booth and Booth pretended to try to send her back. He never really did, though, he would just open his arms or his bed to her, welcoming her in.
Sully didn't doubt that Booth and Brennan had slept together. He was positive they had, he just lacked the physical evidence of actually finding them in bed together. When he had confronted Brennan about her sleeping around on him, she had denied it, getting very defensive in the process, which only served to confirm his suspicions.
She told him the reason she didn't open up to him and let him in was because she had trust issues, but he knew that was a lie. She was perfectly capable of being open and vulnerable with Booth. He knew how to comfort her when she needed it, and she knew how to comfort him when he needed her, and it usually ended with them sleeping together, holding each other close like lovers do. There was no room in that relationship for her boyfriend.
Throwing the last of his things into a box, he closed it unceremoniously, tossing it on top of the pile of things he was taking down to the marina in the morning. Seething with anger towards the man who had kept his girlfriend from sailing off with him, Sully grabbed his keys and he slipped on his shoes to go give Booth a piece of his mind.
Stalking into Wong Foo's, Sully made his way straight to the bar where Booth sat hunched over, nursing a glass of scotch. Luckily for Booth it was only his first, so he was still sober enough to react quickly when Sully approached him and pulled him off the bar stool, carefully avoiding Sully's swinging fist.
After a few minutes of struggling, with Sully yelling unintelligible things, Booth had managed to pin Sully's arms behind his back. "What the HELL is your problem?" he asked, his annoyance at being interrupted during his drinking binge shining in his eyes.
"You're my problem, you selfish son-of-a-bitch!" Sully yelled, glaring over his shoulder at the man who had his hands pinned behind his back.
Booth raised his eyebrows in surprise, wondering what the hell he could have done to get this kind of reaction from someone who, until recently, was his friend. "What the hell did I ever do to you, Sully?" he asked, anger replacing his surprise. "You start dating MY partner, try to take MY cases, and try to drag MY Bones off to the Caribbean with you for a whole year! And I've sat back, giving you advice, trying to help the two of you, telling her to go with you for FUCK'S SAKE, and you're accusing me of being SELFISH?" he asked, completely astounded by the accusations against him.
"You lying son-of-a-bitch! She was planning to go with me! Angela told her to go, she was excited! Then she talked to you, and now she's not going!" Sully was fighting against Booth's hold on him, wanting nothing more than to give the agent a good punch in the face.
"She's not going?" Booth asked, his anger fading quickly as he digested the information that she had chosen to stay. He was elated, but knew he couldn't let Sully see it.
"No, she's not. No thanks to you," he spat, giving one final tug and freeing himself from Booth's grip.
Another struggle ensued, which cumulated with Sid stepping in and holding Sully back.
"I told her to go, Sully. All I ever wanted was for her to be happy, and I thought you made her happy. Apparently I was wrong," Booth said, his anger returning.
"You just wanted her to be happy with you!" Sully exclaimed, his anger still boiling, "You pretended to help me and be my friend, but you were having sex with her and holding her and sharing a bed with her when you knew she should have been with me!"
Booth just stared at Sully, hardly able to comprehend what he was being accused with. "Yes, I comforted her, but only because you didn't know how. I told her to go to you, I told you what to do, but you didn't listen to me. The only time we shared a bed was the one time when I couldn't close my eyes without someone being there with me," he said, knowing they had agreed not to tell Sully about waking up together in the SUV during that storm in Virginia, "and I have NEVER had sex with her. I've never cheated on anyone, and I'm not going to sleep with a woman who is currently seeing another man!"
Sully's rage was beginning to simmer, but he continued to fight against Sid's hold on him. "Just stay away from her," he said in a low, menacing growl, his eyes filled with hatred. "I'll be back soon, and she'll still be mine."
Breaking out of Sid's grasp, he stomped towards the door and out into the night, as Booth returned to his stool and picked up his drink. Raising it to Sid, he toasted, "To good friends staying where they are happy." Lowering his glass, he took a long drink, no longer there to drown his sorrows in alcohol.
