A.N: My second attempt at a fanfic, please bear with me, english is not my native language. Even if it's a little lat I hope you enjoy. It's Booth's POV when he was back in the hospital after the incident with Kenton.
Sometimes it only takes a moment to turn your whole world upside down. A snatch that switches all of your views and feelings. An instant in which it all becomes crystal clear…
You think you know everything before you reach that moment. You think you know where you stand and where you belong. Until the moment arrives and it hits you like a sledge hammer…
For some it's a word, a gesture or something they look at. For others it's a memory, a song or a place they come to. For me it was the moment I went into that abandoned warehouse…
I didn't think about what I did. It only took a split second for me to take the situation in and to know what I had to do…
All I saw was Kenton with his gun raised high above his head, ready to smash the handle onto her head. And her looking panicked at the agent whom I trustingly committed her safety to. She was sure she'd die any second…
The well known tunnel vision kicked in which I knew so well from my sniper days. Forgotten the pain in my shoulder, my ribs and the rest of my body…
Adrenaline rushed through my veins and put me into some sort of intoxication and that was the only thing that let me survive this situation…
Without a second thought I pulled the trigger of my gun. I didn't shoot him dead even when I wanted to do just that in that moment. But instead of shooting him between the eyes or straight into his heart I settled for his arm which was holding the weapon…
The next thing I remember is the moment she held on to me as if I was a lifeboat. She was crying and an unbelievable relief flushed through me. I arrived just in time. But only a few seconds later and she would've been…
I don't want to think about what would've been if I haven't been there the moment I was. And I don't wanna think about that it could happen time and time again. And maybe one day I won't be there in time…
Sometimes I think it's not a good idea to take her with me again and again. Too big the danger I put her knowingly into. But she's good at her job…
She's the best…
The wound on her forehead will heal and it won't even leave a scar. But the wounds on her soul…
They will stay and I know it. There's nothing I can do to prevent that. All I can do is be there for her when she needs me. To listen to her if she's at the point where she wants to open up to me and give her the certainty that it's ok to be weak, vulnerable…
She left a couple of hours ago to get some sleep and I pray that she finds it. I pray that she won't toss and turn in her bed while she sees the horrible things that Kenton did to her behind her closed eyelids. Imprinted like a photograph she can't get rid of…
Sometime the moments that bring you clarity aren't good ones for others. Sometimes these moments are the worst. Those you don't even dare think of in your wildest dreams. But nonetheless these moments get you closer to one another and let you know that there's more…
More than just a professional relationship. More than friendship or some kind of connectivity. Sometimes in just these moments you discover that you love…
For me it only took a split second in that abandoned warehouse to realize what I really feel for Temperance. To realize that there's more than sheer respect, just appreciation for what she does or who she is. So much more that just admiration of her strength…
Temperance Brennan is not only my partner or a friend…