Chapter Four: If loving her is Fate then why?
Aloysius stood frozen in front of his new superior as his mind raced. The only woman he has loved since he was a sophomore in High School just told him that she hated him and never wanted to see him… His vision was clouded and Booth now stood in a solid black blur. How could he explain?...
Booth watched Agent Greene's face. He saw that look before on a night long ago, a night he wished to forget. He saw that same look in the bathroom mirror after kissing a certain anthropologist and asking, pleading to give him- them- a chance. The night she rejected him. Unconsciously, he sought Bones out and he bore his gaze into her figure as she made sure Ambrose was comfortably situated on her office couch. Damn, that woman had a heart of gold…
Booth refocused his attention on Greene who was with him outside of Brennan's office, looking through the glass windows as Angela and Brennan nursed the fallen intern. Greene sighed, rubbing an absent hand through his hair.
"Ambrose was my girlfriend back in High School…for…for a good while."
Booth shook his head and frowned in thought. What were the chances of these two kids meeting in… D.C …wait.
He heard his own voice ringing through his ear: Do you believe in Fate?
Do you believe in Fate?
Do you believe in Fate?
"Do you believe in fate, Agent?" Booth whispered in a rush.
"Fate?"
"Yes, Agent Greene. Fate."
Aloysius closed his eyes as memories swirled around him. Ambrose smiling at him sleepily as she watched him play video games from his family's couch… her smile as she presented the Jade dragon chosen for his birthday… Ambrose quietly napping on his bare chest after a round of lovemaking… Her voice whispering, "You promise?" and "How do you know?"…
"Yeah… I did." Aloysius smiled brokenly. "I believed. I became a Sailor though and I lost her. She was always so… up, down, confused, hesitant. She wanted me but she couldn't handle the intensity. She left."
Booth expelled the air from his lugs as he patted the Agent with an open palm on his back. This too had a familiar ring and the heartbreak was evident. The evidence of an everlasting love crumbling before the eyes of the desirer and the shatter glass effect of losing a beautiful woman who was scared. Booth glanced through the windows at his Bones, his Bren. His throat constricted as he thought about their unborn child. Theirs. He lost her…he had lost her…
But…
She came back.
"Agent?" Booth spoke huskily, hating the emotion coating his words.
"Yes?" Aloysius mumbled as the tears flowed from his eyes in crystal rivers. Crystals that shattered against his black standard FBI uniform pants.
"Fate wins always. You have to fight for her. Fight for that love that could –would- should be yours." Booth fired at him excitedly and with hope.
Fate…
"Aloysius," Ambrose sighed as she smoothed her fingers through his curls. "Aloysius, have no doubt that love always wins. Always…"
Why did Fate have to remind him of her? Why couldn't fate just let him have her from the moment he knew? Why couldn't he let go?
A sob escaped his throat and he felt Booth shift uncomfortably. Booth sighed and as if reading his mind,
"Everything has to fall into place."