Please be gentle with me, this is my first Bones fanfic. HH owns everything except my imagination.
I never really liked the way the bar scene was played out in Daredevil in the mould or, in fact the whole Hannah arc. This is my interpretation of what should have happened…..LOL
Bones: You drunk?
Booth: Relatively. Relatively meaning I'm drunker than usual. You know, I'm not a drunk.
Bones: You sound….something…..Hannah called me.
Booth: Just….I really…I don't wanna talk about that…k? I'm just…I'm over it, I'm done, k?
Bones: So, what happens next?
Booth: What happens next? What….you like evidence, right Bones? Well here's the evidence…the evidence is that there is something wrong here. Now I….I found love with a woman….I had a kid…she doesn't want to marry me. Well…and then the next woman, well she's…..
Bones: Me.
Booth: Yeah, and now, I mean what is it with women who just don't want what I'm offering here?
OK, so up to now it's the same. The writing style and the rest all change. I make no apologies, this is my interpretation. I just hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Brennan couldn't stop staring at Booth. His profile, the sadness, the utter look of desolation affected her in a way she'd never experienced.
'Not true,' Brennan's subconscious informed her. 'After the Dr in the photo case, his expression might have been different but it still affected you the same way. Only you were the one looking sad and desolated.'
As the moment stretched, turned into seconds, Booth became aware his inner turmoil caused Brennan to become quiet and still. A rare and uncomfortable silence descended over them, atypical enough to cause Booth to forget the anger building inside and turn towards her. His curiosity had been aroused.
'Booth,' Brennan muttered, her mouth moving as though to say more.
In that moment, that instant the world changed, tipped on its axis for just long enough. For the first time in her life, Brennan's conscious dropped the curtain of rigorous rationalism to reveal all the hurt and pain she felt.
'Booth,' she all but whispered, 'I want what you're offering.'
Only I've been too stupid to realize it up until now, she added silently.
Memories flooded back. The hurt she had caused. At the time, when he'd asked her to give them a go, to act emotionally she didn't possess the strength to try. Temperance Brennan on the steps still held enough imperviousness to be rational in a highly charged demonstrative situation giving her the ability to resist looking into her heart. Brennan could now see what her rationality suppressed, her feelings of fear and denial.
Lauren's death made Brennan face the denial. She didn't want to die unremembered, unloved, and unable to return that love, or at least be given the opportunity to express it. So, from some where, the night Booth once again saved her life, she drew up the courage to conquer the fear, only to be rejected. Her timing and their moment hadn't arrived. Temperance Brennan once again attempted to shut down. She'd promised Booth she'd survive and she had. Only the denial didn't come so easily and the emotions rose to the surface more often than she liked to admit. Not that she allowed anyone else to witness these highly personal moments.
Tonight, she felt it. From backstage, the emotional actor knew, knew this was their moment. Forcing the curtain up, eradicating the rational scientist, the stage belonged to need, want, and love. Tonight, with Booth as his lowest, the time had come to loose the last of her imperviousness, to transform it into strength, emotional strength and the ability to demonstrate this new strength to herself.
'Prove it,' Booth spat the words, not believing the sudden changed in his partners eyes. Distrustful of the emotion and promise lingering within the glistening almost tears. The anger came welling from every neuron to create such a force of resentment, against Rebecca, against Hannah and most especially against Bones. So he moved quickly, trapping her on the bar stool between his outstretched arms. 'Prove it, Bones,' he demanded in a deadly tone.
Trapped by his body, Brennan didn't feel afraid. Temperance Brennan felt elated. Their moment had finally come. Brennan intended to take it and run with it as far and fast as Booth would allow.
'Now for act two,' the newly awoken, emotive force behind her actions refused to leave the stage. 'Rationalism be dammed, it's my turn to play.'
Locking gazes, Brennan replied in a husky voice, 'I intend to, Seeley. If you want to discover how, just follow me.'
With that, Brennan dropped enough cash on the bar to cover their drinks, gently but firmly, she took Booth's hand and made her way towards the door. The light grip gave Booth the option of lacing his finger through Brennan's and following her or let Bone's smaller hand slide beyond his grasp, permitting her to walk away.
Booth chose to…