Lucky
By Eloise Blackwell
30.08.2010
I DO NOT own Bones
It was only when she had thought he was gone that she truly appreciated him. His protective alpha-male tendencies were extremely annoying when he was 'alive' but she found herself missing his little habits.
The hand on the small of her back was one of 'there' symbolic gestures that she missed the most. She found that she didn't pay attention to it after the first couple of times but found she was longing to feel his hand there one last time as he accompanied her to a crime scene. She couldn't stop over analysing everything, trying to find hidden meanings to the now very gaping whole in her chest, that used to be Booth and Bones, crime-fighting duo.
She was realising for the first time just how lucky she was the have someone like Booth, he was the one who whisked her of to the diner just to make sure she ate. He explained all the pop culture references that she didn't understand. But mostly he saved her, whether it was from her own destructive rampages or the darkness they dealt with daily. The Gravedigger, Kenton…
But who would save her now…
