This fic, sadly, has no epic background. I was looking at my friends staircase and 'Harry Potter' (she has one of those closets under the staircase and it looks ready to have Harry Potter take up residence :D) closet at 4:30AM when the idea came. But I'm proud of this one, try to enjoy :)
Oh, and brownie points for you if you get my Odyssey reference.
Temperance Brennan fluttered away from sleep and into the palm of reality in the dead silence of 4:30AM. She first became aware of her partner's house all around her. The darkness of it, particularly the bed dipped in lacy moonlight cut into neat rows by the blinds. Her first instinct was to move her uncovered body closer to her companion's, like doing so would make this night last forever. The night Seeley proved he loves her.
But Temperance resisted the urge and unwound herself from him to dress herself. It was a slow and quiet process. She buttoned her jeans last and tip-toed into the kitchen, glancing guiltily at Booth, filled with the fear of waking him.
She stole a glance at the coffee maker, its red eyes glaring; a reminder that time isn't patient or susceptible to pleading. 4:44AM seemed to have been branded in red there.
Clumsy thumbs fiddled with the lock as she stepped outside. She was a little surprised as cold concrete met her bare feet, but she kept walking, lithe like a lynx.
At last, Temperance halted as she reached the pond in the center of the development. Moonlight seemed to sprinkle diamonds on the black surface and Temperance smiled at the wonder.
"Hey," Temperance recognized the hoarse voice behind her, suffering only a fleeting second of panic before warmth flooded from the heart to the phalanges. "Bones, it's so early." She could detect the smile on his lips.
And it made her smile, too, "Same, Booth." They shared a dry laugh and he wrapped his arms around her slowly, as he used her shoulder as a chin rest.
"I love nights like this, the one's that are so different I can't describe them. They're just so peaceful." He whispered.
Temperance gave her head a tiny shake. Really wishing that sunrise would not butcher this innocent, amazing night. "You make nights like these like…" The words struggled on her lips, because her mouth had nearly forgotten how to form such faithful words. "…You make nights like these just like magic."
Booth, if possible, wormed his way closer to Temperance's body. "I'm glad."
And they watched dawn, with her rose-red fingers, bloody the black sky until the night was dead.
If you've ever been up at 4:30AM with something then know how I feel and review. (My friend would like to mention that is you love David Boreanaz at all, then you need to prove it by reviewing this story). XD