Disclaimer: Bones belongs to FOX, Hart Hanson and Kathy Reichs. Not me.
This will probably be a multi-chaptered fic. A BIG thank you to Fly, who somehow convinced me to post this and answered the 20 odd questions I had. I appreciate it.
Summary: Set many years in the future, Parker Booth discovers the memoirs of Temperance Brennan and re-lives the life she and Booth spent together.
The word 'forever' has such a captivating meaning. Many people yearn for things that never end, whether it is life, money or good health. In reality, forever holds little meaning. Good health frails along with age, people leave the world as suddenly as they enter it, and money won't do you much good without good health and life. Numbers can be infinite. Each thing we do has infinite effects. But above all, there is one thing that will last for all eternity.
A lone tree branch crashed into the window in front of her, bringing her out of her reverie. Small shards of glass fell onto the notebook, a piece slightly scratching her hand.
"Tempe! Come on, we need to hurry. The storm's getting worse." His voice echoed up the stairs and into each room. It was an old building, set between a small woodland and a riverbank, somewhere only found in fiction. Many of the rooms were wooden, damp, and in desperate need for repair. The house seemed a lot emptier than it used to be, the remaining lively atmosphere seemingly wasted on the solitary resident.
The door creaked open revealing a man in his late thirties. His dark blonde hair framed his slightly tanned skin and deep brown eyes. He was slightly taller than she, and carried all the qualities of his father. He walked up behind her and placed his hand on her shoulder. His skin felt rough against her skin.
"Parker"
"The storm's gonna hit here soon. Let's get you a bag packed." He moved away from her and opened the wardrobe. She had yet to move when he pulled out a bag and dropped it onto the hard, wooden floor.
"I can't go." He stopped unzipping the bag and turned back towards her.
"Temperance, look at me." The small hole in the window gave the room a light draft, sending slight shivers down her body. It was starting to get dark, and the window was the only means on light in the room. Her face was mostly covered in shadow, her once auburn hair now a contrasting grey. As she turned to him her piercing blue eyes spoke volumes to him. They were just as blue as when he had first seen them over thirty years ago, yet the ever present sparkle had faded in recent years. Her pale skin had aged, though the years had been kind to her, and her natural beauty stayed with her, expectedly to the grave.
"I know how much this place means to you, Tempe, I really do. But the storm is too dangerous. I cannot let you stay here," he reasoned with her.
"I simply cannot leave-"
"You will be killed!" His voice filled the room, bouncing off the walls in turn. After a while, still neither spoke, both contemplating the situation.
"Do you think that this is what he would have wanted?" He watched her as she considered what he had said, taking every point into account.
"I said I would be with him forever, Parker. I can't just leave everything we ever had for ruins!"
"Think about it. You've always been a very logical person, but Dad never was. Do you think that he meant it physically?"
"I will never forget anything about him. Not even his faults or his silly little quirks. I don't understand that," she told him.
"That's because some things are everlasting, even after death."
"You sound just like him, Parker"
As her smile slowly faded, she let her thoughts and memories catch up with her. She couldn't help but feel the sadness as they pulled away in the car, leaving so much behind. But she knew that she wasn't wrong, and she shouldn't feel bad. She knew that above all, there is one thing that will last for all eternity, past all physically and mental possibilities.
This thing was love.
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