BP and MissMargaret Present: A Mini-fic-athon of the 100th (6/27)
I'm repeating M, but we are extremely sorry that the graphic is probably cluttering your f-list (and ours, for that matter) invading it, like this mini-fic-athon had done to our muses. It's just... we can't help ourselves. :)
Part 5 was about constants.
Title: See? What I'm Trying To Say Is: You Make Things... Better.
Author: billpickle
He pokes her in the shoulder (she's got a little bit of mee krob still tucked inside the pockets of her cheeks) and he finds that despite everything-- despite the fact that there's part of him deep inside that can't understand why she won't let herself love him the way he knows she can, he feels... better.
It's as if she's the only person in the world who's capable of breaking his heart. And at the same time, she's the only person in the world who's capable of picking up the pieces and putting them all back.
He sighs; watches her measured movements and notices the way she tries to keep herself busy. It's as if she's not even comfortable to be around him anymore and the mere idea of that (the fact that things between them may have possibly reset and that they may have been pulled back to square one) rattles him. It rattles him good.
She's his constant, damnit.
And if that... stops?
Well, he doesn't even want to think about that right now.
Well, Brennan? :) Part 7