Negation 3/3
Surprisingly (or not; she had changed quite a bit over the past few years), she was the first to crack. The first milky glimmer of daylight had yet to creep past the drawn blinds before Brennan scrubbed a hand across her burning eyes and snatched her cell up from its position on the coffee table. Quickly, before she could think her way out of it, she typed in her message and hit send:
are we solid?
The response she didn't expect before morning--if at all--came almost immediately:
always
It was followed by another, which it took her a moment to puzzle out; but when she did, she felt for the first time in hours that things might just be all right after all:
diner 9 am?
But she knew, even as she sent off her affirmative, that she'd also be sending another affirmative that morning. A few months over the summer, out of the lab and back in the field doing the things she loved best, the things at which she excelled, would be just what she needed to clear her head. This thing with Booth, if it was real, would still be there waiting when she came home; and Brennan had always found the old adage of distance lending perspective to be very true, and thus likely applicable in this situation. It wasn't as if this had been her one shot, her only chance, their moment now forever lost and gone. Infinity goes in both directions; the earth turns, the sun rises, and life goes on. Booth believed in fate and forever and her. She wasn't entirely certain, but she thought perhaps she was starting to want to believe the same things.
are we solid?
The response she didn't expect before morning--if at all--came almost immediately:
always
It was followed by another, which it took her a moment to puzzle out; but when she did, she felt for the first time in hours that things might just be all right after all:
diner 9 am?
But she knew, even as she sent off her affirmative, that she'd also be sending another affirmative that morning. A few months over the summer, out of the lab and back in the field doing the things she loved best, the things at which she excelled, would be just what she needed to clear her head. This thing with Booth, if it was real, would still be there waiting when she came home; and Brennan had always found the old adage of distance lending perspective to be very true, and thus likely applicable in this situation. It wasn't as if this had been her one shot, her only chance, their moment now forever lost and gone. Infinity goes in both directions; the earth turns, the sun rises, and life goes on. Booth believed in fate and forever and her. She wasn't entirely certain, but she thought perhaps she was starting to want to believe the same things.