Far, the season five finale got me worked up. Wah.
This is - if you haven't noticed - in the season five finale. Some spoilers.
Emotional piece, Booth POV (Second Person).
Summary: And feeling her soft, small hand clasped in yours will be the thing of hers that you'll hold onto while you teach and fight for your country, for a whole year. Because you love her - that's all that matters.
Word Count: 456 words. Yuss! (:
You could just turn around and walk back to her. You could just turn and run to her through the throng of the airport crowd and clasp her hand, begging her not to leave – she would listen to you, wouldn't she?
But you wouldn't do that, you're too much of a gentleman, too kind to the woman that you love to ask her to do something she didn't want to do. She wants to go to the Mulukuku Islands, or whatever they're called.
You're going to miss her – what lovesick fool wouldn't? You're going to be transported to a war zone and you'll be teaching army boys – just like you used to be – how to kill and how to save the people of your country. You hear all of this, but you're only going because she is, and you don't want to bear the thought of working with someone other than her, the talented, beautiful and extraordinary Doctor Temperance Brennan. You could never do that to her.
You wonder if she'll think of you – and if so, how often? Would you be someone worth missing, in her mind? You hope so; you miss her all the time, even when she's barely metres away from you. You miss the real her, how she gets lost in her squinty, anthropology mumbo-jumbo and the look in her eyes when she realizes that she's figured out how someone died and has given them peace, that's an amazing thing.
And you will miss her. You know that – maybe you might even shed a tear; no matter how much you try to be like a man. But maybe this year will put things into perspective for her; maybe – just maybe – she'll realize that you might just mean something to her, more than just a partner to each other.
You nod to yourself and look back to her, catching her eyes and trying to send a message through to her: I won't give up on you. She turned again as you do and you give a slight smile. No matter how much trouble you may get into for leaving base, it was worth it. You could never leave her without saying goodbye. And feeling her soft, small hand clasped in yours will be the thing of hers that you'll hold onto while you teach and fight for your country, for a whole year. Because you love her - that's all that matters.
And in one year's time, to the very day, you will be standing by that same coffee cart and you'll wait for her – wait for her to turn up and fall into your arms.
Maybe this will be worth it, you think, and even before it happens, you know that it will.
Ooh, this is so sad! Why can't they just *sniff* get together?
Much love and kisses, zzzooe.
Go on, flame me. I dare you.