Hey! It's been awhile since I've written a fic and I hate that I have only one finished story. So I hope you like this one. This chapter is a little serious, the whole story won't be that heavy. I promise ;). Time period is after the season 4 finale. ENJOY! Comments are nice.
I don't own Bones, and I'm not affiliated in anyway with the show although I wish I did ;)
Chapter 1: Who are you?
Oftentimes individuals can't help but think about the lives of those around them. It is in our nature as humans to be inquisitive. We can't help but wonder what is going on among those inside that top floor apartment beyond the glow of its windows. We ask ourselves, is a young couple fighting? Has someone just received wonderful news? Or has someone just been heartbroken? Is a mother laying down her child for the night? Or Are those people as happy as I am right now?
Dr. Temperance Brennan oftentimes asked herself that last question she realized anytime she was with her partner, Special Agent Seeley Booth. Being with him was effortless, and practically careless. When she was with him, she was at her happiest and she couldn't help but think about all those who at the same time could be enduring hardship.
She thought about the lives around her when she was sitting in the hospital next to his bedside. The bedside of the man who seemed completely invincible to her, and the man who had saved her so many times from danger but couldn't save himself from the unconsciousness that had seized him because of the surgery he had endured. It was then she wondered to herself if at the same time if a couple was getting engaged, if a baby was being born or if those around her were as happy as she was just a few days ago when ignorance was bliss, and Booth's life did not seem to be in jeopardy. It didn't seem fair that something like this had happened to Booth. He truly didn't deserve it.
She remembered the rush of relief that came over her when he opened his eyes, which was almost instantly replaced with an overwhelming fear that overcame her upon hearing him speak those painful three words,
"Who are you?"
Who was she? Who was she? She was distraught, frustrated; heartbroken. She wanted to shake him, grab him by the thin hospital gown that made him look so vulnerable and force him to look her in the eyes and say that he didn't remember her. Would he see the familiarity she would see in his eyes, or would he shake off her unfamiliar gaze as if she was a stranger. Four years of working with his man, four years of constant excuses to see each other even if they didn't have a case, four years of his late night visits to her apartment with Thai food in hand, four years of suppressed attractions, and her most recent realization four years of loving this man and she was now a stranger to him. As if none of it had ever happened. As if they had never even met. Everything she had ever felt for him was now on the surface and she was ready to tell him. But what difference would it make now? He'd stare at her confused as to why this unfamiliar woman was declaring that she loved him. Needed him. She absolutely hated herself at that moment. It took Booth lying in a hospital bed, forgetting her, and everything that ever happened between them to finally muster up the confidence to tell him how she felt. Asshole.
She thought he was gone. She thought she was too late. She thought that she had let the best thing she ever had slip away just because she was scared to say or admit those three words to him. But that was four months ago. Pushing these thoughts aside, her attention shifted to man she thought she had lost who had just come strolling into the diner. Their eyes met and she waved him over to the window table at which she had been sitting, recounting one of the worst times of her life. He smiled,
"Hey Bones."
She pulled him into a hug, secretly not wanting to let him go.
"Hey."
She still hasn't told him.