I know I should probably be trying to solve all the problems I'm having with my other story (Heart Ache in the Heat), but that story is being very difficult right now. So, I'm trying to flush out all other ideas from my head in attempts to get that one moving once again. This must seem redundant, but it's my tag for 'Mayhem'. How could I not? Sweets POV.

I have a set of bones, but I don't own Bones.

'Collective thoughts of quiet hearts
To throw into a box and put away
And now I've lost and now I've lost
Yeah I've lost my way
I have waited for you
And I will wait oh all my life'

-I Have Waited, Kiersten Holine

With all of the studying I have done, with my doctorates and academic achievements, you would think I was better at my job.

Standing in my office, in that horribly painful moment, I experienced a revelation; something I may never have seen if it had not been for Dr. Brennan or Dr. Wyatt. I realize now that I give her too little credit. I had always assumed that they were both in serious denial, and that on the off chance that one of them were aware that it would be Booth. I assumed that since he could read other people's feeling so well, he must surely know his own.

That was my biggest mistake. Dr. Brennan is aware of all of her surroundings. She is alert. The same would ring true to her feelings.

The only person she truly and completely shows herself to is Booth. The only person she trusts more than anyone, maybe even herself is Booth. The only person she lets call her 'Bones' is Booth. To her, Booth is everything.

He is her fairytale ending. His character is by definition a hero. A knight in shinning armor. He puts himself before all others.

That was why he opened up in that moment. He sensed her vulnerability and he tried to help her heal. He might know why he feels this over bearing need to protect her, to comfort her, but he will, one day, catch up to his counter part.

When she folds up the handkerchief, she is literally placing her fears in his heart. Her tears were carefully folded away and returned to Booth.

She shared this moment with me to make me feel like I belonged - like I was accepted. This moment she has, undoubtedly, tried everyday to forget is what she was willing to remember for me. I felt so cared for in that moment that I almost missed the best part.

When she pats the handkerchief, when she pats Booth's heart, that was when I saw it; when everything clicked.

I see her need to assure herself that he is strong; that he did not give up all hope. That he is still here, with her, with us.

I also see her need to touch him.

A part of her shared this with me to make sure I knew that I was apart of the team, a part of her makeshift family. But the other half of her - the half that acts on her feelings - did it with much more selfish intensions.

Slowly she opens herself up to him, bit by bit tearing down a fifteen year old wall of feelings hidden, in hopes that he will understand. Hoping that he could see how much she wants to hold him, to tell him everything will be okay.

She wants to comfort him. To hold his heart and keep it safe. She also wants him to hold her, she needs him to hold her.

She needs for him to love her.

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Love always,

Dakota :)