THE HEART NEVER LIES

Based on the McFly ;) song. Booth&Brennan, throughout a tumultuous relationship. Sixshot.

A/N: The brilliance of Bones lately has led me into the fic world again :D

This will deal with some of the issues brought up in CMitML, and maybe date back to the WitW/PitH issues.

Some people laugh

It had been four years since they met in bad circumstances and both made a private vow of hatred with themselves. Four years since they had decided they were unable to work together for sure, that they would only drive one another insane.

Four years in which they had grown to love one another.

The first time he made her laugh, that was his first major achievement. Seeing the smile etched into her face and knowing he put it there… that made his day. Hell, it made his year. And when he laughed at her… that warmed her heart a little, though she would never mention it. When she frowned at him confusedly and he leant a little closer to explain the pop culture reference… that made her smile. And then came a time when they were able to laugh together – in the diner, in her apartment, on the job. Smile and laugh at totally the same thing at totally the same time and if he thought about it hard enough – that was magic. That it was possible to connect that way with a person, to be so in tune with them that you could sometimes see what the other person was thinking almost… and yet sometimes he had no idea how to read her mind.

It wasn't like any other relationship she'd ever had. Every other relationship she'd been in had been purely a friendship, or a physical attraction built into a relationship of varying degrees. Her friends were her friends, she enjoyed their company, and her sexual relationships had always been satisfying enough. It had never occurred to her that this was because she didn't know what else there was. But her relationship with him wasn't just friendship, but it hadn't crossed to physical. She didn't have a word in her vocabulary for the way she felt about him… she just… wanted him near.

Always.

And some people cry,

And laughing wasn't all. He was there to hold her when the tear-dams broke and she couldn't hold it in anymore. He was there when she finally realised she had lost her mother, he was there when she finally realised she had found her father. He was there when someone she had taught, nurtured, turned on her, and he was there when other people turned against her, didn't understand her. And he didn't ask for anything from her, just held her until the tears stopped.

That was the problem, the one time he wasn't there. The time she thought he would never be there again. She had been strong, walked away from the hospital, got into her car, started the engine. Halfway down the highway she'd had to pull over, and for three hours she'd sat on the side of the road. The tears just wouldn't stop. Then she'd driven home in the half light of the morning and cried some more, until she wasn't sure it was physically possible to lose anymore liquid.

But he couldn't know any of that. It wasn't her way.

She hadn't seen him cry. Not for a long time. Sure, there'd been a few moments when she'd seen chocolate eyes well up, but he'd never come crying to her, for want of a better phrase.

Not that she hadn't seen him at his lowest, though. His soul bared to her, raw all over. With three words, in a bus shelter, one night.

"My dad drank."

It was the first time he ever really showed her himself. What was under the armour. And she'd listened in silence, held in her own tears, and then held him.

Since then, they'd really talked. About his difficult past, and somehow it was easier. She knew him like he knew her and everything was stronger than before.


And some people live,

He'd been showing her more of normality with every day. She would never admit it to herself but she'd spent years of her life not really living. A mechanical, brilliant, focused anthropologist with no hint of human in there anywhere.

It was the little things that began to show her. Stealing his last fries and him just giving her that knowing smile. Lying on a blanket in a field somewhere in the middle of nowhere watching the stars, feeling the wind in her hair and his gaze on her as she named the constellations for him. Dancing – in a bar in Aurora, at Angela and Hodgins' real wedding, finally, at the Jeffersonian Annual Winter Ball, to Hot Blooded in her apartment… Playing with Parker, falling in love with his familiar eyes, realising that how much a father loved a son was stronger than science could provide her answers for.

Late nights with takeout and paperwork. Falling asleep together on the couch, and feeling ever-comfortable there.


And some people die,

In their line of work, there would always be backlash from the job. There would always be pain. There were the cases where they would fight one another's eyes, refusing to acknowledge how emotionally involved they had let themselves become. How they would sign simultaneously at the end sometimes, and realise quite how close they had become when just standing talking to the other made up for the pain the case had caused.

Then there was the danger, and the number of times he'd saved her life, she couldn't count. He knew, without a doubt, that if anything ever happened to her, he could no longer be held responsible for his actions. And she knew, from those two weeks, the worst two weeks of her whole life, how she shut down without him there. How they couldn't function alone anymore.


And some people run,

Right into the fire,

He was in his office, working on the backlog from one particularly awkward case, when the news flashed up the image of the Jeffersonian fire. He could hardly register anything but the words, "some fatalities, number as yet unconfirmed."

He wasn't fit to drive then, but he drove anyway, until he was standing outside, frantically dialling her number, standing behind the fire service lines, heart thumping and blood running cold.

The voicemail message he suddenly received, he almost couldn't believe:

"Booth, it's me. Angela thought you might be worried, so I just phoned to let you know I'm fine, we're all fine. The fire wasn't anywhere near us, we all got out quickly and were sent home. That's all. See you. Bye."

How it took a good ten minutes before his heart rate slowed again, all the time thoughts flying through his head, thoughts he'd hardly allowed himself to think before, thoughts feeling running deeper than words could convey.


And some people hide,
Their every desire

That was when he made his decision. He was in love with Temperance Brennan, and he had come so close to losing her today that with it he had almost lost his mind. He got back into his SUV and started to drive towards her apartment. This couldn't go on. Life, just life in general… it was dangerous. People died all the time. And if she died, or he died, and he couldn't really say she was his…

The adrenalin pumping through his veins didn't give him the chance to think that maybe she would disagree, maybe she wouldn't reciprocate. All he could think of was he needed to tell her how he felt. He needed her to know she had someone who would fly around the world and back for her. He couldn't think beyond the moment he blurted it all out, but that didn't matter, not now…

Their relationship was about to shift.

A/N2: Please review!!!!!!! (no McFly bashing though, please. I love them!!!!) Bear in mind that this is mainly set up for the next five chapters, so I know the pace feels a little odd - it's supposed to be that way. Cheers.

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