This idea won't leave me, so I thought that I should write it down and share it with you guys. I love this song, and sometimes it reminds me of Bones.

Duh.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bones, Paramore, The Only Exception (song) or anything that might come up. But I love them all.


Brennan was in tears, waiting for Booth to arrive. "Just come," she had told him. It was after seeing her mother's video, the one she had left for her. She couldn't help but cry, it wasn't her fault.

Booth entered silently, the apartment's door was unlocked. He didn't frighten her as he sat down next to her, placing his hand on her back, to comfort her. Neither of them spoke, though the silence was occasionally broken by Brennan's tears. Until she calmed down, and stood up, wiping away the last of them.

Booth waited, wondering if she had just called him there because she needed someone to comfort her. But then she spoke.

"I um… I didn't call you here just to comfort me."

Booth pushed away that thought.

"Then why-? I understand if you needed a friend."

"You see, that –" she paused. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about."

Booth still didn't understand. She wasn't ready yet, so she started from the beginning.

"When I was younger, I saw my father cry, and curse at the wind." Booth was silent, so she continued. "He broke his own heart," she said, voice trembling. "Me, my brother, my mother… we watched him try to reassemble it. Figuratively speaking," she explained herself. Normally Booth would tease her for being such a poet, but he knew when to keep quiet. He was here to listen, to be a shoulder to cry on.

"My mother swore that she would never let herself forget. But then, a week later, they left us. Forever. They never loved us, how could they?"

"Bones-"

"Booth, stop. That's what I believed. So that was the day that I promised that I would never speak of love if it does not exist. Which it didn't… But, Booth –" she stopped. He didn't know what to expect, but it wasn't this. "You are the only exception." Whispered. Deep breath. "You are the only exception." Louder. Loud enough to hear.

He was still and silent, but then he realized that she was waiting for a response. She shifted her weight, waiting.

"OK…" his head was whirring. This was a moment he had been waiting three years for, since they had said goodbye after their first case. Sure, he had hated her, but the feeling had never left him. He had never forgotten. And when he needed her again, he didn't think twice.

He stood up slowly. He felt like he was trying not to scare her, but that was what was going on. It was a big step for her, admitting an emotion that she didn't believe in. He'd have to take this slow if he didn't want to lose this.

"Bones." He started to smile as he made his way hugged her, rocking gently. "OK. Here it goes. Maybe I know, somewhere, deep in my soul, that love never lasts." ¨He could feel that Brennan was slightly hurt. "But that's what you taught me. Maybe you got to me." He tried to laugh, and wiped away one of her tears; he was close enough to. "And you also taught me that we – human beings – have got to find other ways to make it alone, and keep a straight face." His face was straight now. He gulped and wiped away a strand of her hair, which was covering her eyes. She smiled timidly at him.

"Booth, this is more difficult for me than for you. I've always lived like this, keeping a comfortable distance. Because up until now I've sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness. Because none of it was worth the risk, the risk of hurting, like I did all those years ago." Booth knew that she was referring to her parents leaving, but for him it meant her slapping him hard, and leaving, for all he knew, forever. But she had come back. Her mother hadn't. Her father had, a convict. And he'd arrest him if he got the chance. He suddenly felt terrible. "But you're the only exception, Booth, I've realized that now."

She stared at him, hard, and the tears were gone. It was the Temperance he knew.

Falling slowly towards each other, breathing fast, their lips joined. Brennan put one hand to his cheek and the other on his shoulder. He placed one hand on her hip and the other to her cheek. But though it had started soft, it soon became fierce, and Brennan grabbed at his shirt, and started to undo it. But Booth stopped her, for a second.

"Booth... I've got a tight grip on reality," she laughed ironically, "but I can't let go of what's in front of me here." Serious. "I know that you might leave in the morning when you wake up. Please leave me with proof that this isn't a dream."

She was pleading. He couldn't refuse.

Kissing once more, they reached for buttons and zippers.