seeley booth (hates_clowns) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-11-28 10:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | buffy summers, seeley booth |
Who: Seeley Booth and Buffy Summers
What: ice skating and who knows!
When: Today
Where: local ice rink
Warnings: TBA!
Since they broke up, Seeley had been miserable. It was for the best wasn't it? At least, that was what he was supposed to say. That was what all couples said when they broke apart and there were still unresolved issues and feelings involved. God he was sounding more like Sweets every day. That shrink was getting to him. Sweets wasn't only a shrink, he was a friend. Booth logically should have realized that, but nothing in the last few days since he'd been a single bachelor again made much logical sense. It felt like his heart was broken, and this time he wasn't sure it could be fixed. Every single relationship he'd been in had ended terribly. Example A) Rebecca. He gave himself to her completely, but she didn't love him. She liked him, but she didn't love him. Example B) Bela. The cold bitch herself. He'd expected nothing from her but gave himself completely again. In the end he always ended up burned. Ruby told him not to define himself by Bela, but it was hard considering his soul's eternal resting place was her hell. He'd hoped she would have learned something from him, but he understood that he'd expected too much apparently. Despite caring for her, none of it even grazed her. She didn't realize that he genuinely wanted to make her understand relationships, and feel love. Maybe even return it. God why did he always have such high expectations? God...
Four days had past in his apartment. Sure he was around the network, around the kitchen, but after the holiday he virtually fell off the map. He slipped quietly away to his almost depressing apartment to attempt to enjoy the NFL package he purchased. Unfortunately it wasn't enough. This time it was going to take more then the NFL package to cheer him up out of his funk. He'd gotten a tattoo. Some might call it spontaneous, but at least his had several meanings and wasn't tacky. At least he thought it wasn't. On his right wrist was a kanji character in Japanese script 'Destiny'. It meant a number of things to him, plus the time being stationed in Japan. When he saw Buffy's message his heart reacted. It risked a beat even, and Booth knew exactly what he had to do. So that's what he did. The night past terribly slow in all his anticipation. But then the morning came and the sun rose. For the first time in what seemed like a dramatic long time, it was beautiful. It woke him abruptly. There was teeth brushing, hair fixing, outfit adjusting until he found his leather jacket, and leaving. He'd skipped breakfast all together. He felt like a kid. He couldn't wait to get to the ice rink when he told Buffy that's where he'd be.
Part of him was worried. What if it wasn't the right thing to do. What if it was bad timing, what with Willow showing and all. But for once he didn't listen to that rational voice in his head and went in spite of it. When ten A.M. rolled around he was lacing up his hockey skates and gliding onto the ice. Everything slowed down, almost to a snail crawl when his feet touched that ice. Everything was good again. He was dressed in his favorite trench coat and black pants and dark green shirt. Nothing felt better then being on that ice in that moment knowing Buffy was going to be along soon. The ice beneath his skates to him was like walking on air.