Hello, B-Squared fans! This is my first story for this fandom. I have binge-watched the entire series and am shipping Booth/Brennan hard. As with all my stories on this site, reviews are welcome and flames can go burst into flames (literally) like Kovac did in the ditch. Happy reading! Note: this story is also published on my blog, The Writing Desk of Tiffany C. Lockhart
I knew. From the first moment that we met, I knew. Bones was the one that I want to spend the next thirty, forty, fifty years with. When we kissed outside the poolhouse after working a case together, it was unlike anything I ever felt. The minute that her lips were on mine, it felt right. I had found the person whom I can give my whole heart to. Then all too soon she pulled away and got into a waiting cab, leaving me painfully aroused in my lust-filled state of mind. I ran out into the pouring rain as the taxi drove away, taking her with it into the night.
A year went by since the heated kiss outside the poolhouse. Bones and I are now partners working to solve crimes for the FBI. We sometimes bicker over the littlest things, but I wouldn't trade it for anything. I wanted to tell her how I felt after waking up from a minor brain surgery that left me in a coma for a couple of days, but I feared that she wouldn't feel the same way. So I decided to hide behind our friendship and told her that I love her in a platonic, atta-girl kind of way. Yes, I chickened out, but it's better than having your heart broken again by someone you love. I've been through it twice in my life and trust me; it took me a long time to put the pieces back together.
One day, in the spur of the moment, well mostly by Sweets telling me to use my past as a gambler to take this risk, I worked up the courage to tell her how I feel. We stood on the steps of the FBI building, and I poured my heart out to her. I said to her that I have known since the beginning that she is the one for me. That we, at the very least, deserve a shot at happiness. I then pulled her to me and kissed her with everything that I have, praying that she got the message loud and clear. When I felt her kissing me back, hope sprang forth from within me. Unfortunately, my dream of a future with the woman I love is short lived.
She pushed me away and said through tears of anguish that she is not worth it. "I can't change," she said in a broken voice. "I don't know how. I don't have the big, kind heart that you always wear on your sleeve." She finished as fresh tears streamed down her face. Feeling my heart break, I whispered while willing back my tears. "So that's it? We missed our chance?" At her nod, I steeled myself for the words that will be coming out of my mouth.
"I know it's hard to open your heart to someone," I said. "I'm sorry for trying to push you into having a relationship with me. We can still be partners and friends but nothing more. I need to move on and so should you." A thin smile appeared on her face before hooking her arm through mine. The light of the streetlamps shined down on us as we descended the steps, each with a shattered heart that will never be put back together.
The End.
