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Booth was tired. The week had taken its toll, and as he rolled out of bed on that Sunday morning for church, he felt as if he hadn't slept in days, despite the fact that he'd just had the most sleep he'd had in weeks.
With bleary eyes he dressed in his Sunday best and grabbed himself a light breakfast from his kitchen, and headed for his car. There was a morning request show on, and he debated changing the frequency and listening to something else, but he didn't. Later, he would be glad he didn't.
He was just pulling into the car park near his church when the song came on.
"Okay everybody, this is the last song of our show today, and it was requested by none other than Dr Temperance Brennan, author of the Kathy Reichs novels. This one goes out to the real life Andrew Ryan, her close friend and FBI partner, Special Agent Seeley Booth"
Tried to break love to a science
in an act of pure defiance
I broke her heart
as I pulled apart her theories
as I watched her growing weary
I pulled her apart
having heavy conversations
about the furthest constellations of our souls
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and we're just trying to find some meaning
in the things that we believe in
but we got some ways to go
of all of the things that she's ever said
she goes and says something that just knocks me dead
You won't find faith or hope down a telescope
you won't find heart and soul in the stars
you can break everything down to chemicals
but you can't explain a love like ours
Woohhhh
it's the way we feel, yeah this is real
Woohhhh
it's the way we feel yeah this is real
I tried pushing evolution
as the obvious conclusion of the start
but it was for my own amusement
saying love was an illusion of a hopeless heart
of all of the things she's ever said
she goes and says something that just knocks me dead.
You won't find faith or hope down a telescope
you won't find heart and soul in the stars
you can break everything down to chemicals
but you can't explain a love like ours
Woohhhh
it's the way we feel, yeah this is real
Woohhhh
it's the way we feel yeah this is real
Of all of the things she's ever said
she goes and says something that just knocks me dead.
You won't find faith or hope down a telescope
you won't find heart and soul in the stars
you can break everything down to chemicals
but you can't explain a love like ours
Woohhhh
it's the way we feel, yeah this is real
Woohhhh
it's the way we feel yeah this is real
Booth sat in a stunned silence, not sure what to do. There was a timid rap on his window. He looked up to see Bones standing there, one hand resting on her curved stomach, their child. He gestured to the passenger seat and she climbed in gladly, shutting the door with an audible click.
"Why Bones? Why?" he asked, unsure of what else to say.
"Last time I told you I loved you to your face, you rejected me. I didn't want to be hurt like that again." She looked at her hands. "I do love you Booth. And when I heard that song, well, logically, it described our relationship very well. There is no real explanation for what I feel for you, I realise that now. Love is something that I may never understand, but I'm willing to try. For you Booth. For you."
He was speechless, like he was when she told him she was pregnant with his child. He reached for her hands, holding them tightly in his grip. She smiled.
"I'm even willing to give church a try; I think that anthropologically, it will be a very interesting experience that will add to my knowledge of world religious..."
He silenced her with a gentle kiss.
"I love you too, Temperance Brennan."