Hello all!... well, it's about 2 AM where I live right now, and my friend Lucy had some ideas she wanted to share. Lucy wrote half of this chapter, so this is dedicated to her.
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Chapter 4
-The Scientist-
A while after Angela had started running after Brennan, she gave up, thinking she needed some time alone and she would call her in the morning. She returned to the bar right as Booth was leaving in a taxi. He was getting into the car when he noticed her standing there, and he looked at her for a moment with the saddest and most vacant look in his eyes. And then he got into the car and drove away.
Angela stood on the street corner watching as the car drove farther and farther away, and it began to lightly rain. She glanced up at the sky as she heard thunder in the distance and silently stuck up her middle finger.
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"So that was a disaster." Jack commented, coming up to stand beside his girlfriend in the rain.
"Maybe." Jack gave her a questioning look. "It was bad before, with Zack and everything. When I called Bren this morning, Booth answered it... since they're obviously still not in a relationship, I'm guessing that can only mean one thing... that they at least talked about some things. Apparently Booth still wasn't dealing with his problems, so now that they've both faced them, there's nowhere to go but up. They thought they were at the bottom before, but now... now they really are."
Jack sighed deeply. "I really hope you're right."
"Me too," She whispered.
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Booth got back to his apartment about 20 minutes later and collapsed on his couch. All the lights were off, and he just sat there for the longest time listening to the rain on his window.
Plop.
Plop
Plop
It was like God was torturing him. Every time he closed his eyes he would see the look on her face and how she turned and walked away. The raindrops poured away and got louder and louder, each one replaying another hurtful word that they'd shared.
Finally, Booth couldn't take it anymore. He walked back to his bedroom, crashing into a table on the way, which prompted him to curse loudly. He entered his bedroom, and was silenced by the memories that flooded his mind of the night before. She'd looked so happy and peaceful... and trusting for once! Once again he cursed himself for being so stupid. If he just hadn't said that...
He flopped on the bed and brought his laptop with him, clicking on his iTunes with the intent of burning a CD. He picked the saddest songs he knew and labeled the playlist, "How Everything Turns to Shit."
The CD finished burning after about an hour and he put it into his CD player. He threw out all the alcohol he had in his house except a bottle of whiskey that he chose to drink, even though he knew he was going to have a killer hangover in the morning.
After wallowing in self-pity for about 14 songs, the last song on the CD came on, and as he was listening to it, a thought struck him.
He didn't bother grabbing a coat or turning off the CD player; he just grabbed his keys and ran out the door, slamming it along the way.
The whiskey bottle fell to the floor and broke into hundreds of pieces with a satisfying crash.
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Brennan was walking around aimlessly through her favorite park. Music was wafting out clearly from the pavilion in the middle of the park, from a concert that had not yet ended. She sat down at one of the benches and let the music wash over her, shutting her eyes and tuning out the sound of sirens and cars and people shouting. The song ended and she opened her eyes to the sight of the last person she wanted to see walking towards her.
Wordlessly, he sat down next to her and didn't look at her.
"No," She said. It was a simple statement that could've meant anything, but he knew exactly the sentiment she was trying to convey.
"This one's called, 'The Scientist,'" the singer's voice called out to the crowd. Brennan jerked her head around quickly between the concert pavilion and Booth, and she looked up at him questioningly. He just shrugged. Booth had immediately recognized it, and repressed a sad smile when he realized that it was the song he'd heard earlier. He got up and walked away, leaving her to listen to the song and figure out what it meant. He would watch her from a distance.
Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry,
You don't know how lovely you are.
I had to find you, tell you I need you,
Tell you I set you apart.
He saw her looking up at the pavilion, lost in her thoughts.
Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions,
Oh, let's go back to the start.
Running in circles, coming in tales,
Heads are a science apart.
She was still looking at the pavilion, and he could practically see the gears turning in her head.
Nobody said it was easy,
It's such a shame for us to part.
Nobody said it was easy,
No one ever said it would be this hard.
Oh, take me back to the start.
He saw her take a few deep breaths as her eyes began to sting and a tear slowly fell down her beautiful face.
I was just guessing at numbers and figures,
Pulling your puzzles apart.
Questions of science, science and progress,
Do not speak as loud as my heart.
The verse described Booth so well that it was scary. Brennan cried even more and leaned her head back, shutting her eyes tightly. She was sobbing, and he wanted so badly to comfort her, but he knew he had to wait.
And tell me you love me, come back and haunt me,
Oh and I rush back to the start.
Running in circles, chasing tails,
And coming back as we are.
Nobody said it was easy,
Oh, it's such a shame for us to part.
Nobody said it was easy,
No one ever said it would be so hard.
I'm going back to the start.
The piano continued to play and Booth walked back to the bench, where he tentatively put his arms around her while she cried. After a while, she calmed down and closed her eyes again.
"You were right, you were right. You're always right."
"If that were true then I wouldn't have said all those things."
"But you were right! I am afraid... and I'm too scientifical and logical to see the beauty of the world." She looked up at him with her cerulean blue eyes. They looked sad and red from crying, but he could see a glint of hope in them, too.
"I want you to show me."
He gave her a questioning look, and she just smiled and kissed him with as much passion and love as she could.
He was surprised, but after he got over the initial shock, he responded back with as much fervor and care. When they finally broke apart, both were smiling and breathing heavily.
Slowly, she got off the bench and took his hand, and together they began walking through the park. She laid her head on his shoulder and smiled through her tears when he kissed the top of her head.
They continued walking, and decided that they would just walk back to Booth's place and Booth would get his car in the morning.
Stopping for an occasional kiss, which got more and more often and heated the closer they got to his apartment. When they got inside, they kissed passionately in the elevator and could barely get in the door.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Booth asked. She smiled feebly and kissed him again, wrapping her legs around his waist with him hoisting her up. They walked back to his bedroom, attached at the mouth, and shut the door, with Booth's CD still playing a song that they were now both familiar with.
I'll take you back to the start.
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So there you have it. I'm not sure I'm completely satisfied with it, so I might write an epilogue or repost it or something... your suggestions or comments, even flames, are useful. Thanks so much for sticking with me!
Love you all!
-L&L