Chapter Text
Do you really wanna go back in time?
Do you really wanna go back?
I still have some pictures on my wall
I still know the places where they're from
I still find all answers in my dreams
I still feel the gum under my shoe
How about holding a palm full of miracles
How about building a house on the moon
Do you really wanna go back in time?
Do you really wanna go back in time?
Do you really wanna go back in time?
Do you really wanna go back?
I still care about you being well
I still wonder how we conquered hell
I still love this nonsense team we make
I still think we're twisted both the same
How about holding a palm full of miracles
How about building a house on the moon
Do you really wanna go back in time?
The Do - Miracles (Back in time)
It's been a while since I haven't heard from him , Bobbi realized while she finished her sits-up. She rested her head on the floor, eyes staring at the ceiling, hands on her stomach, gasping for air. It was late, about 3am, and when she couldn't sleep she was used to do some sport. Exhaustion was the only way that she'd found so that sleep overruns her at last. It's been a while since she hadn't heard from him, but it's also been a while since she hadn't thought about him. Probably because she had refrained from thinking about anything that could remind her of Hunter. She'd done what was right. This couldn't take any longer anyway, they couldn't go on hurting each other like this. Sometimes, love's not enough.
Bobbi took a deep breath. Don't , she said to herself, you can't go back, what's done is done . She stood up, grabbed her bottle of water and took a few sips. She stayed still in the middle of the room for a couple of minutes, she needed him out of her mind, because in the light of how their relation ended, she probably wasn't in his. She dropped her bottle, rubbed her face and began again her workout.
She did all the exercises conceivable but he was still here. Is he O.K ? she wondered. Is he still in Chile? Did the mission go well? Bobbi punched the bag each time a question popped in her head. The questions gushed in her, she was out of breath, yet, she kept punching the bag until it collapse. Bobbi was wheezing. She leaned on the wall, catching her breath. Her heart was pounding in her chest so tough. She knew it isn't only because she pushed herself too hard. She coughed trying to catch her breath. Bobbi finally turned around slowly and rested her back on the wall.
They didn't make any sense, but they were two pieces of the same puzzle. And despite all the anger they've amassed toward each other over the years, they've never stopped loving each other. Bobbi bit her inferior lip. She could have called Izzy, although she was perfectly aware of what she would say : Call him. She could have, but she didn't want to chit-chat, she just wanted, needed to know, if he was alright. It was a need, not a request. She craved to know. A word would be enough because she knew if he was fine just by the sound of his voice.
Yes, she could pick up the phone and call him, but Bobbi didn't wanted to show him her weakness. She hadn't showed her flaws during their marriage so she wasn't going to now they were part. Hunter's always been the one who called to reassure her when he was in mission. While they were married. They weren't anymore thus he owned her nothing.
Bobbi headed to her bag and grasped her phone. She sat on the floor her phone in her hands. A part of her wanted to dial Hunter's number. The other part wasn't against, it was just scared. She unlocked her screen. One of her long finger touched softly each number of Lance's number. She knew it by heart. The number were typed. Bobbi needed to decide if she wanted to press the green button. She approached one finger but her phone rang.
"Hello?" She said. "Hum... It's me." Her heart skipped a beat. "I...I just wanted to hear your voice." Bobbi smiled. "See ya". Hunter hung up. She felt a wave of relief invade her. He was alright. For a second, she imagined Hunter weighing up the pros and the cons of calling her. She rolled her eyes as she stood up.
Bobbi threw her phone in her bag, collected her bottle of water and left the room with a smile on her lips.