A/N: Just a little one-shot I came up with listening to the song Rain by Patty Griffin while watching 1x17 of Bones (The Skull in the Desert) :)
Disclaimer: Well... I wish I did but sadly, I don't own Bones. That belongs to HH and the wonderful people at Fox (I assume they're wonderful- never met any of them though...)
We both knew it would end up like this. I looked over at Booth, and Booth looked over at me. I could feel blood trickling down my face, and he had a large gash above his eye. Our eyes were locked together, though we knew it wasn't enough.
Moving as one, we lifted our hands, and interlaced our fingers together. I could feel the pain pulsing through my body, and when our hands came together I could feel his, too. Yet we managed to rest our heads against one another's.
"I love you, Bones," I heard Booth whisper. Somehow, even though our bodies were bloodied and broken, our lips found each other. It wasn't a kiss of lust or wanting, It was a kiss of passion, of sorrow, and regret.
Passion for what we'd always had between us, that spark, that symbol of the love that we'd shared, our forever kind of love. Sorrow for the other's pain and suffering in past, present, and whatever future we were fated to have.. And regret. Regret for all of the lost moments we could've prevented, and the love we had tried and failed to deny for so long.
"I love you too, Booth" I replied. I wasn't disappointed to know that, even now, we were still Booth and Bones. That's who we were, that's who we'd shared our life and our love with. It was Booth whom I would die with, and it was Booth who would die with me. Not Seeley, not Temperance, just Booth and Bones. That was our natural order of things. Nothing more was ever needed, just us, like always.
My eyes slid shut, and I heard Booth let out a whimper. I moaned in an effort to let him know that I was still with him. He squeezed my hand. And I squeezed his.
"I can hear the sirens, Bones.." He whispered. I opened my eyes, and I saw the sadness in his. We both knew the ambulance would be to late..
"There's no one else I'd rather die with…" I said, a tear slipping down my cheek, and Booth nodded, kissing me again, and we both reassured each other that our love was still the forever-kind, knowing that it would be the last time we'd ever get to be reassured.
My eyes closed for a last time as I squeezed Booth's hand. And he squeezed back, before he, too, slipped into darkness.
This was our eventually.
No more words were spoken,
For nothing needed to be said,
Our road to each other led to nowhere,
Just a dusk full of pain and dread.
And even with knowing how we came to an end,
I believe that I would do it all again,
Because this was my eventually,
And it was with my best friend.