Bones fic: "Heartbreaking"
I felt compelled to write this after watching the season finale of Bones. There was just something missing from the last scene...
Title: Heartbreaking
Author: hope27
Characters/Pairing: Bones, Booth, B/B
Rating: PG
Warning: Season 5 spoilers!
Disclaimer: All characters belong to FOX and Hart Hanson. No copyright infringement is intended.
Her hand in his felt like a lifeline between them. She wished she could somehow keep that contact, never let go. For five years, he had been one of the most constant people in her life, and they were walking away from each other-choosing to walk away. For some reason, her logical mind was even having trouble coming up with a good reason for this seperation. Sure, she could list the facts they'd given each other; stories of great discoveries, needing time, needing to take a break; but in this one moment, with his hand grasping hers, she couldn't think of one logical reason for what was happening.
Less that two months ago, she'd stood outside of the FBI offices and pleaded with tears in her eyes for them to remain partners despite not being able to try what he wanted. And now, she was letting him go. Where was the logic in that? She couldn't it.
One year, he told her. One year and they would meet. One year. It hadn't seemed like such a long time when they were engrossed in their final case, sitting on a park bench, but now...now it was a lifetime. So much could happen...so much could change.
She felt the loss the moment his fingers slipped from hers; felt the warmth of his gaze leave her body the moment he turned around. A part of her - the part she had long ago declared unable to produce feelings- yelled at her to say something, do something that would make him stop.
She opened her mouth, but his name got caught in her throat. Booth
Heart-crushed, she turned and began to slowly walk back to the boarding area. The last time she'd felt this way was when she was just a teenager and her brother had left her all alone in a world without her parents.
She turned her head for one more look at the man she'd come to care so much for over the past five years. Love, a voice that sounded much like Angela's whispered in the back of her mind.
Her eyes met his, and she turned, feeling the wetness on her cheeks. Two strides and he had closed the distance between them, his arms wrapped around hers like a vice. She clung to him, reveling in the familiarity of this action.
"One year," he whispered next to her ear. "The wading pool. Be there."
Nodding into his shoulder was the only response she could offer. And then he was gone, lost in the crowds. It was then that she truly understood why people called it heartbreaking.