A/N: I know EVERYONE has done a fic with this subject, but the idea stuck in my head and I got blocked with my other fics. It's a very cliché and movie-like, but it was begging to be done. I hope you like it!!

Disclaimer: Don't own Bones.


The sun was warm, but the wind was blowing too strong for comfort as Booth passed over the last door he had to cross before boarding on possibly the last plane he would ever be on.

That's not a very positive attitude, he thought. But then again, how could he be too positive when his current situation left him feeling just a little bit hopeless? Just try not to remember what you went through before, he told himself for the hundredth time that day.

Straitening his uniform, he watched as a young officer said goodbye to his pregnant wife. Her eyes were full of tears as she kisses her husband, nearly breaking when he kneeled and kissed her stomach, telling their unborn baby that daddy would be home soon. She caressed his hair, smiling through her tears as he got up and kissed her one more time before turning to leave.

Yes, Booth thought, I know that pain. He didn't have a wife, but he had a son, and he had her. Turning his back to the crying wife he focused his eyes on the exit doors. And just as he turned his eyes caught a glimpse of a familiar crowd.

Booth smiled as he watched his friends walking towards him for the last goodbye. There they were: Zach, Hodgins, Cam and Angela. He stretched his neck up, trying to look behind them.

"Don't worry," said Angela as they reached the outside, "She's coming, just needed some time alone," a wink from Angela left Booth smiling sadly. He actually thought that he would miss her teasing him about Brennan.

"When are you boarding?" asked Cam, looking over his shoulder. Walking towards the plane she could see a number of officer, all of them dresses in their uniforms, carrying their duffle bag thrown over their shoulders in the same manner.

"Ten minutes, tops," he answered, now glancing over Cam's shoulders.

"Can you focus on saying goodbye to us first, and then you'll have your time with your Bones," said Angela, smiling as she saw his cheeks turning pink.

"Sorry. Okay," he said as he rubbed his hands together, "Who's going first?"

"Let's just shake our hands before the girls do their whole crying thing," said Hodgins, earning a laugh from the former agent, current Ranger.

"Good idea," Booth said as he shook the entomologist's outstretched hand. "Don't bore Angela with your theories, okay? You're lucky enough she puts up with all your weird habits already".

"I'll try my best," Hodgins said, glancing at his smiling fiancé.

"And you, kid," said Booth, turning his body towards Zach. The doctor looked up from the ground, not really knowing how to proceed. Realizing that he had nothing to say, Booth lifted his hand and patted Zach on the shoulder, and that seemed to do the trick as the younger man relaxed. Just then, his eyes landed over the glass exit of the airport, and she was there, her blue eyes piercing through his.

Wearing a blue dress with a belt under her breasts, Brennan crossed the doors as her heels carried her. He expected her to stop beside Angela, but instead, she continued to walk, stopping ahead of them, closer to the plane. He understood her immediately. Whatever they had to say to each other that day, she wanted it to stay between them. And so she stood there, arms crossed defensively, squinting against the sun.

"Let's just get this over so you can go to her," said Cam, always a bit rough but caring on her own way, "Seeley…"

"Camille," he said, and she smiled at him while putting her arms around his neck as they hugged.

"Don't play hero, okay?" she said as she stepped back, her dark hair falling over her shoulders.

"Can't promise that," he said, meaning for a joke but not succeeding. There was, indeed, no way to make that promise. It was his instinct to protect others, and that was the main reason why he stood there now, saying goodbye to them.

"Always the knight," said Angela, a sad smile on her face as a few tears where gathering on her eyes. Booth walked to her, hugging the artist.

"Take care of her, okay?" he didn't have to say anything, but the thought of leaving her alone with no one to stop her from turning into the same Brennan he met two years ago was too much for him, "Don't let her work too much, and make sure she leaves that damn lab sometimes," the worry was so evident in his voice that Angela smiled wider.

"Of course, sweetie. Just come back," stepping back, she sighed, watching her best friend from afar, "Go," she said, and he gave them all one last look before turning. Walking slowly, with each step he took, his heart beat faster, and his throat went drier.

"Bones," he called, and she turned her eyes from the plane to focus on him. She seemed calm, too calm for him. When the news of his departure came, he handled her anger. It was an emotion, he could handle that. But when her eyes became unfocused, and her mouth would be set in a thin line, then he would worry.

"Can we not prolong this, please?" she asked. There was no anger on her tone, but Booth heard the undeniable tinge of sadness.

"Are you in a hurry to get rid of me Bones?" That made her smile. Mission accomplished, he thought, smiling back.

"I'm just… I'm not good with goodbyes. I don't know what to say," she looked so uncertain, worried that in her natural blunt state she could say the wrong thing. So adorable, his lovely Bones.

"There is no wrong thing to say. There is no book on how to do this," he said, reaching out to touch her hair. He expected her to pull away, but she simply stood there, watching him watching her. The sun was shining, and her locks glowed in the many different shades that always made him sigh in wonder. He would miss that.

"There is always a wrong thing to say, and I think I have proven that over the years," she smiled wider when he chuckled, a warm sound that always comforted her. She would miss that.

"Come on, Bones. You've improved a lot since we met," he said, dropping his hand to his side.

"Right," she said, smiling wider at his compliment, "Did you said goodbye to Parker?" she asked, watching his features cloud over.

"Yeah, Rebecca thought it would be better if he wasn't here when I took off," her eyes softened, the discreet smile on her lips like a cool wind on a hot summer night. "I actually think she was right. Seeing him now would be too hard."

She watched his face for a minute, memorizing every inch of him. His eyes, warm and bright, his lips, his newly shaved head; everything that the man standing before her who he was: Seeley Booth. "Do you really have to go?" she asked sweetly, tempted to run her fingertips over his face, just to make sure that he was still there.

"I really have to go," he thought the hardest part had been saying goodbye to his son, but leaving her was proving to be just as painful, "Rangers lead the way, right?"

"Right," behind him Brennan saw the last soldiers boarding the plane. This is it, she thought.

"I think your ride is about to leave," she said, and he turned to confirm what he already new, "Can we not hug or anything? Because I'm certain that if you hug me I'll start crying, and I really don't want to do that." He tried to hide his disappointment along with his hurt. Touching her was something he earned to do, but her wish was his command.

"Right, so… Goodbye Dr Brennan," he said with a smile, saluting her. She smiled back, saluting him.

"Goodbye Captain Booth," and with a final look, he threw his duffel bag over his shoulders and turned to leave, winking at her for the last time. She stood there, watching his retrieving form, and a warm sensation on her cheeks made her lift her hand over her face. Realizing she was crying, she wiped the tears away, angry with herself. She could not break down now that he would be gone.

"That could've gone better," murmured Angela as she watched Brennan walking towards them, hugging herself tightly as the wind played with her hair, sending her locks flying all over her face.

"He's coming back," said Cam.

Just as he turned his back to her, Booth felt a weight over his heart, and the bag suddenly seemed a lot heavier than it really was.

Something snapped inside him, the pieces falling together perfectly. If he left everything the way it was, he would certainly regret everything left unsaid, and the words would echo in his head, driving him mad. Throwing the bag on the floor, he turned, walking in long strides.

She didn't hear him coming, and neither acknowledged his presence until his hands gripped her arms, spinning her around to face him. She had no time to react, to ask him what he was doing before his lips crashed on hers. Taken aback by him, she slowly relaxed herself, meeting him in the kiss with equal passion.

His fingers entangled themselves in her hair, lost in the soft waves as the other found its way to her back, pressing her closer to him. One hand on his neck, the other on his shoulder, she let herself get lost on his lips, her mind going on overdrive as his tongue made entrance on her mouth, tasting her with desperation. Too soon for both they separated, their foreheads pressed together as they savored the last contact.

"Wait for me," he said breathless, his nostrils invaded by the flowery scent of her shampoo.

"I'll wait for you," she said, her lips finding his again.

And as they parted Booth stole one last glance at her, his eyes memorizing her glow, her beautiful face, the tinkle on her eyes as she gazed at him; everything that made her who she was: Temperance Brennan, his Bones.

Turning his back he picked up his bag from the floor, not daring to look back in fear of loosing the last remaining courage he had. He needed to leave, but he also needed to come back, and for that he needed to be concentrated.

Glancing at her partner, she smiled sadly as her fingers traced her swollen lips, still tasting him on her tongue. Feeling an arm linking itself with hers, she didn't bother to look at her side to acknowledge the contact.

"He'll come back to you, sweetie," Angela's voice was so soft and certain that Brennan almost believed her. Almost.

"How do you know that? Statistically speaking…" she was cut off by Angela's hand squeezing her arm.

"This isn't about that. This is about Booth, and the fact that he would never break a promise he made to you."

"You can't say that," she knew what Angela was trying to do, but the last thing she wanted was comfortable lies.

"Yes, I can, because I have faith in Booth. I have faith that he'll come back to you. And it doesn't matter how much you deny it, I know you have too. Just try not to forget that," and truly, if she was honest with herself, she knew that the irrational little voice inside telling her that everything would be okay seemed remarkably like what Angela described as faith.

And so she embraced her best friend, safely tucking all her negative thoughts away, going completely against her own nature. If faith could bring him back to her, then she would call herself faithful.

All that mattered was having him back home. Back to her.


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