BP and MissMargaret Present: A Mini-fic-athon of the 100th (14/27)
Ummmm. Ridiculous, M? Pfffft. There's no such thing when it comes to us and Bones and mini-ficcing. At least, IMHO. :)
Part 13.
Title: ... And The Way Your Smiles Make Me Feel.
Author: billpickle
It is a rainy night--
And out of the corner of his eye, he sees her sitting by the window alone. She’s biting her lip in that way she usually does; studying the menu intensely like she would if they were bones.
She doesn't seem to have spotted him, so he lets his eyes linger a little longer.
Literally, she's so close to him, yet it feels like they’re half a world apart.
He tucks his hands inside his pocket and crosses the now-puddled street. The rain has picked up a little since he left home and the toes of his Paul Smiths have gotten moist.
He sees her wave at him then and he smiles; tries to remember that this isn't the way to get over her and tries to forget how Parker kept asking about her the other night.
How come Bones isn't coming over tonight, Dad? Today's Saturday.
Bones is... she's just really busy, little buddy...
Oh.
This is what things have been like lately. They hardly see much of each other anymore and when they do, it's like their bodies are on auto-pilot-- programmed to solve cases with each other and nothing more.
It all feels so... wrong.
He steps inside the diner and is welcomed by that all too familiar chime; the hustle and bustle of the dinner rush providing hardly enough of a distraction.
From a few feet away, he sees her see him. She's standing now and their eyes meet with identical smiles.
Without saying a single word, he walks up to her.
And he hugs her.
"Bones."
"Booth."
It’s the only thing that’s felt right to him in days.
Part 15 courtesy of you know who. :)
Part 13.
Title: ... And The Way Your Smiles Make Me Feel.
Author: billpickle
It is a rainy night--
And out of the corner of his eye, he sees her sitting by the window alone. She’s biting her lip in that way she usually does; studying the menu intensely like she would if they were bones.
She doesn't seem to have spotted him, so he lets his eyes linger a little longer.
Literally, she's so close to him, yet it feels like they’re half a world apart.
He tucks his hands inside his pocket and crosses the now-puddled street. The rain has picked up a little since he left home and the toes of his Paul Smiths have gotten moist.
He sees her wave at him then and he smiles; tries to remember that this isn't the way to get over her and tries to forget how Parker kept asking about her the other night.
How come Bones isn't coming over tonight, Dad? Today's Saturday.
Bones is... she's just really busy, little buddy...
Oh.
This is what things have been like lately. They hardly see much of each other anymore and when they do, it's like their bodies are on auto-pilot-- programmed to solve cases with each other and nothing more.
It all feels so... wrong.
He steps inside the diner and is welcomed by that all too familiar chime; the hustle and bustle of the dinner rush providing hardly enough of a distraction.
From a few feet away, he sees her see him. She's standing now and their eyes meet with identical smiles.
Without saying a single word, he walks up to her.
And he hugs her.
"Bones."
"Booth."
It’s the only thing that’s felt right to him in days.
Part 15 courtesy of you know who. :)