Well, now here is another one... this is not going to stay a one-shot, it's planned to be a shortie, consisting of two or three chapters... we will see.
I had to write this fanfiction, the scenario had been in my head for some days and I just had to get it out of there... it was starting to seriously bother me ;)
…. I hope you like it, mind you it's scary...despite the title.
Don't be scared…
They were staring at each other, eyes wide open, still in shock. His hand was still on her when she took one step back causing his hand to slip from her arm. The physical contact was broken, but they both knew they had a connection that did not need physical contact. Nonetheless they had just kissed.
They had come to the house of a suspect to interrogate him, but instead they had found a bomb. Booth instincts had been screaming at him, that something was wrong, when they had entered the house after ringing the bell several times without answer. He simply had felt, had known something was wrong. Without further ado he had grabbed his – cursing and complaining – partner by the arm and dragged her out... only moments before the hidden bomb exploded. The force of the explosion had sent them half-tumbling, half-flying towards Booth's black SUV.
He had held her as near as possible and only a heartbeat before they had hit the pavement in front of the house he had managed to turn around a bit, so that he could take the full force of their landing with his body rather then crushing her underneath him. Immediately after landing on the hard pavement, he had crouched over her, shielding her against the now falling bits and pieces of the house.
After a few seconds he had loosened his grip and stood up, extending a hand to her, frantically asking the same question over and over again: "Are you hurt, Bones, are you hurt?"
She had shook her head, a dull feeling numbing her brain, making it impossible to say a word, until he had helped her to her feet and she had seen the concern in his eyes. "Temperance, are you okay...Talk to me!" he had murmured and the sound of her given name had brought her brain back to work.
"I am okay. You... you just saved my life... you ... are you hurt, Booth? Are you okay?" Her eyes had darted over his features to make out a wound he may have received while shielding her from the falling pieces. She had seen that something had grazed his cheek, there had been a wound, nothing serious, but there had been blood. "You are bleeding." She had murmured and her hand had moved - as if on its own – to caress his cheek, to carefully wipe the blood away. That had been the moment time stopped.
The feeling of her hand touching his cheek had somehow changed the look in Booth's eyes and Brennan had felt a tingling sensation where her fingers made contact with his rough skin.
She had been lost in his deep, brown eyes and he had lost himself in her light blue ones. Somehow everything around had shut down, no sound, no feeling, no scent had reached them. Their faces had slowly moved closer and their lips had met. And both of them had felt their hearts beating in the same frantic rhythm.
Neither of them had the slightest idea how long it had lasted, but after sometime the lack of oxygen had forced them to break apart.
And now they were standing there, staring at each other, heavily panting, their hearts racing... not only caused by the bomb, but also by the kiss. It had been a hell of a kiss, something neither of them had ever experienced before.
Booth watched his partner taking another step back and he instantly knew that she would try to run... from him, from the kiss, from their feelings.
He had no illusions about what had just happened... somehow he had known his feelings for his partner had been steadily growing... from genuine respect, to deep friendship and now love. He loved her. He had never had the nerve to admit it to himself until now, until that very moment he still felt her lips on his.
"Bones..." he whispered, his voice hoarse. She took another step back, watching him like a rabbit might watch a snake: in panic.
"Bones... Temperance..." he addressed her again. But she just took another step back, and another until her back was pressed against his black SUV. She shook her head, her eyes still wide in shock.
"Temperance, please... don't run, don't be scared..." Booth murmured. He stayed where he was, he did not want to corner her, but he did not want to let her run either.
He watched his partner shaking her head again and when she finally said something, it was barely audible. "What did we just do?"
"Temperance... " He tried to talk to her, but by the look of the expression on her face her question had been rhetorical and unsurprisingly she murmured it again. "What did we just do?" The question was followed by a statement. "We are not supposed to... to do that."
Her voice was still a whisper, but he could make out every word, maybe because he knew her well enough to predict her reaction.
"Booth... what happened ...this is not..." She stopped and closed her eyes briefly and when she opened them again he could see that her fear had only deepened.
"Temperance... don't be afraid. It is okay. This is okay." Booth tried to calm her, in a low soothing voice.
She swallowed hard. "Booth... I... " She was not able to utter more, so she stopped and just stared at her partner.
"Temperance... I know you are scared. But there is no need to be scared. It's still just you and me, right?" he said, desperately trying to keep her from running away.
"We... What did we do, Booth. We are partners... we are not supposed to..." She covered her face with her hands.
"I know. But I don't care what we are supposed to do or not. And you never gave a damn about what people thought you were supposed to do or say. Just look at me now, Bones." He said, his tone serious, but full of warmth.
She lifted her gaze to meet his eyes and he continued. "This is just you and me, Bones, and we will find out what this means, okay? It is going to be okay... We are going to be okay. We always are. Come here..." He extended hand to her and when he saw her hesitation. "Call it guy hug, Bones... "
He smiled at her and the smile made her feel normal again. Booth had said they would figure it out and she had no doubts about it. They would. There was no doubt because she trusted Booth more than she had ever trusted anybody. She stepped into his embrace and felt his strong arms tighten around her.
She wrapped her arms around his waist. Then one of her hand slid a bit further up and made contact with something that should not be there. That was the moment time stopped again. Her fingers touched a big splinter of wood protruding of his back and while her brain was slowly processing this information, she thought Booth flinch a bit. Then suddenly she felt how he leaned heavily on her and he heard him choke out her name "Temperance." That single croak, her name, made her brain work faster again. 'Shock... he had not felt the injury because of shock' Her brain analysed.
She tried to hold him, but his weight was too much for her... so she did her best to let him slowly sink to the floor. His body curled lightly and he landed lying on his side. Which was a good thing, since the splinter in his back could have caused more damage otherwise.
Brennan's brain supplied her with information. The splinter was approximately one inch thick and a length from about four inches protruded from his back. She had no idea how deep the wood had been forced into his body. What she knew was, that there were several inner organs in the area, where the splinter had hit.
With shaking hands she fumbled out her cell phone and called 911, reporting Special Agent Seeley Booth seriously injured, crouching beside his body. He did not say a single word, so she assumed he was unconscious. But when she looked at his face, she knew that he was not.
well now... what do you think, PLEASE let me know!!!!