Spoilers: Tag 4x20 Mayhem on a Cross.
A/N: Who wasn't moved by this episode? So gorgeous. Here's my little edition to the wonderful fic pouring out.
Disclaimer: Bones doesn't belong to me. *sighs sadly* Title from the Ricochet song of the same name.
I can read people. It's my sort of my thing, recognizing the subtle shifts in meaning and feeling. I'm good at it. But this? I never saw this coming.
The way her walls suddenly crumbled, laying herself bare for the briefest of moments. I've been in this with her so long now I'd begun to believe it would never happen. That I would have to be content loving from afar, watching as she struggled to realize how much she did care in her own way. Sometime in the past few days my powers of observation seem to have faltered though, her need to connect greater than ever. And the catalyst? Sweets.
My hand hovers over my pocket as hers had earlier. I reach in and remove the handkerchief, playing with the edges of it as the emotion of... everything overwhelms me and I all but collapse on the edge of my bed.
It should be washed. Tossed in the machine and spun until it's spotless, crisp white and new. Instead, I tuck it behind the framed picture of Parker on my nightstand, knowing what it contains. A little piece of her heart, a little piece of mine. And a promise.
