Disclaimer: I don't own Bones. Actually, I don't think anyone on this website does. So there. You can't make fun of me now. I don't own BtVS or OMWF either. Oh how I wish I did own them though…hey, 2-in-one D.B. deal! Woot.

Author's Notes: Heyyyylo, friendlies! Yeah. I really wanted to write a random fic. And I was listening to the Once More, With Feeling songs (Kristie M, I hope you're reading this. XD) and I was like omg. Must write fic. I love this song so much. So I randomly wrote a fic. Now this is my first POV fic, and I realize it kind of goes off on random tangents and thoughts, and that's because we're actually IN Booth's mind, and that's probably what goes on in there. Random tangents and thoughts. :D Yeyness.

Takes place after The Headless Witch in the Woods. Actually, it takes place during THWITW. xD Booth's thoughts during that ohsoamazing endscene.

You're not ready

For the world outside

You keep pretending,
But you just can't hide
I know I said that I'd
Be standing by your side

But I…

As I felt her draw back slowly I refused to break the connection, pulling her closer, rubbing her back gently. I felt her relax against me.

Bones has always been pretty self-dependent, I guess. Sure, there are those times when I've rescued her from serial killers and kidnappers, but deep down inside I know that she can take care of herself. Usually.

Your path's unbeaten,
And it's all uphill
And you can meet it,
But you never will
And I'm the reason that you're standing still
But I…

Maybe I'm just there because I want to make myself feel better, not her. Shallow, it sounds. But I'm FBI. She's not even a cop. What would it mean for me if I just let her do everything by herself? I can't just stand there in the background.

I wish I could say
The right words
To lead you through this land
Wish I could play the father
And take you by the hand
Wish I could stay here
But now I understand
I'm standing in the way

When I stood in the doorway of her office, just watching her, not saying a word, I knew that inside she was traumatized. Who wouldn't be? But that's the thing about Bones. She's always trying to hide her emotions. And on the rare occasions that she'll let you know exactly how she feels—well, that's special. I've been there, done that. And that's the time I feel the most needed, you know? Not when we're hunting down killers or examining a crime scene. I know that she can do that stuff by herself. She's that kind of person. But it's times like this, even when she's trying her hardest not to show what she's feeling—when inside she's hurt, confused, upset—that I'm needed.

The cries around you,
You don't hear at all
'Cause you know I'm here
To take that call
So you just lie there when
You should be standing tall
But I…I'm just standing in the way.

I think I'm there too much. I might be trying too hard. But she's my partner—and so help me God, I love her. Maybe I'm protecting her too much from the outside world…maybe she needs to face it alone. However much she needs that though, I could never leave her. She thinks she's ready for what's out there. She thinks she's seen it all. She doesn't realize that it's more than bones, it's more than dead people. It's not all "everything I need to know in life I learned in grad school". She has to learn how to make connections with people, and I'm just standing in the way of that.

Believe me,
I don't wanna go
And it'll grieve me
'Cause I love you so
But I…

I'm standing in the way.

Someday I'm going to have to let her go, to let her learn how to get along with people as well as what they're made of.

I hope that day never comes.

So, uh, there's my sad excuse for a oneshot/pov/songfic/fanfic thing.

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