The season finale ending (sort of rendundant, not gonna lie) rewritten to the point that it pleases me. Enjoy. or not.
I dont own bones. The fabulous Hart Hanson does.
"Who are you?" The weak, tired voice resonated through her ears, the words tumbling through her brain, repeating themselves over and over again. Those three little words knocked the wind out of her chest, the tears out of her eyes. It was at that moment that she realized.
Realized that love is not real. It is simply a trick played by and on the body. A con in order for the rational left brain to jump atop someone and reproduce. After all, biologically, that is all the human race wants-more of the human race. It's a set up. A set up she had almost fallen for.
The notion of a true love that she had read about in story books as a lively young girl slid down her cheek, the belief that perhaps she was becoming normal, capable of loving glided down with it and the thought that maybe, just maybe the man lying in the hospital bed before her, head wrapped in bandages, was meant for her, also slithered down her face, reaching her chin, plummeting down and resting finally on the man's lips.
He stirred again, tasting salty wetness on his otherwise chapped lips. He blinked; his vision had been foggy ever since he'd woken up, mere seconds ago. He could hardly see a thing, but he was aware of someone leaning over him. He inhaled and smelled the faint, clean scent of lavender and vanilla. He knew this scent from somewhere.
"It's me. Bones." The sound of her pleaing voice connected the puzzle pieces in his head. He felt several more tears falling gently on his face, like kisses from a soft rain and then a faint, sharp inhale, as if she was trying as hard as she could not to cry.
He blinked several times and his vision progressively became sharper. He must have appeared distant to her because she gave him one last, long look than turned and prepared to leave.
He touched her hand lightly, causing her to stop and turn around.
"Bones." He said simply and quietly in a tone that suggested the two were star crossed lovers who were finally meeting after years of being apart. She smiled and tears of sheer joy rolled down her alabaster cheeks.
That is when she realized, as she often did when she looked deep into his lively, fiery, mischievous yet understanding and sensitive eyes, that love is real. It is more than a rush of endorphins or blood flow to the groin; it is a state of mind. And she was happy to adapt such a state.
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Cam: "Are you... pregnant?"
Bones: (looks to Booth, then back to Cam) "...No..."
Booth: "What are you looking at me for?"