They peer into the darkness together...and what do they see? A brighter tomorrow? Or a future laden with demons? Booth and Brennan learn to let go after troublesome times and move on. (Set After The Season Five Finale) (Completely AU).

Story co-authored by "SheandHer" (She=Mini-Em/FormerMissAussie91 (FF/Youtube)), Her=TheLovelyBones1, BeautifullyTragic4 (FF/Youtube).

Disclaimer: We do not own the lovely characters of Bones, if we did Booth and Brennan would be married, live in a white house and picket fence and have three children. (She: Or more than three…)

This will be a multi-chapter story. Each chapter alternating between Brennan and Booth's point of view.

Brennan: Written By "She," Booth: Written By: "Her."

And without further ado, we present to you: "Moving On." Happy Reading!

"Love is stronger than death...even though it cannot prevent it from happening. No matter how hard death tries, it cannot tear people from love, it cannot dissolve the memories, erase the happiness, elminate the tears. In the end, life proves stronger..."

BRENNAN

I'm still processing the news. I should be used to it, or more used to it, I should say. But still, nothing has ever hurt me this much. Not even my mother's death or my parent's disappearance was this painful. It's him. He's dead.

For the past two days I've done nothing but cry. I haven't eaten and I haven't slept for more than 10 minutes at a time; each session of sleep providing a new scenario of his death.

"Sweetie? Are you in here?" Angela is on call today. When I couldn't even talk to Cam on the phone the other day without starting to tear up, when she had asked me if I was eating and sleeping properly and when I had tried lying, she and Angela decided on making a schedule where they take turns looking after me. I would have objected, but I can't stand being alone.

"In here." I manage to say. I'm sitting on my bed and I am staring at the wall.

She brings me some soup that I probably won't eat.

"Thinking about anything interesting?" She asks when she traces my eyes, and I look down instead.

"He's not here." I say. She knows but I say it anyway.

She pats my back and leaves me alone for a while.

I can't believe it's only been four days since I found out; they found his dog-tags, and he's probably dead. Probably. That's not very comforting. I aborted my mission in Maluku immediately. I couldn't focus. It felt like a part of me was missing. It felt like I was going to die. It doesn't feel like that short amount of time has passed though. To me, it feels like weeks. Maybe a month. I can't stand it. I hate it.

I remember the call. I was in the middle of a dig. Miss Wick kept annoying me, and I didn't think twice before accepting the call. She's good, but annoying. I accepted the phone call from the assistant.

"Hello?" I said. I expected Booth's voice. They had said it was from the military.

"Ms Brennan?" A voice had said. It was old and raspy.

"Yes?" My heart slowed down.

"I'm sorry to have to tell you that Master Sergeant Booth went missing during a routine exercise and most of his fellow soldiers were found dead. His dog-tags and parts of his uniform were found close by. I'm sorry, but we have to presume he's dead."

"What?" I couldn't breathe.

"He's probably deceased, Ms." The man on the other end said.

I stood there with the phone in my hand, my arm dropping to my side. No. The man was lying. It couldn't be. No way. Booth did not die. A world without him is unimaginable. No. It couldn't be.

"Sweetie?" Angela brings me back to the present. "Are you okay?"

"Yes." I say and look at her. "Why?"

"Because you kept repeating the word "no" over and over again."

I say nothing.

"I ran you a bath. I suggest you take one and relax."

I follow her suggestion and as I'm lying there, I think about how easy it would be to just slip under the water and never come back.

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