A/N: Soooo I'm a Twilight nut, but I've recently fallen in LOVE with 'Bones', or more accurately, Booth and Brennan. :) For those of you who subscribe to my Twilight stories, don't worry, I can love both! I do hope 'Bones' fans will embrace a new writer. I welcome reviews and any constructive criticism.

Disclaimer: We all know who owns 'Bones' and its characters. It's not me :(

"I'm going to write down a date. And guess what that time is. I want you to do the same."

"Why?"

"Why? Because when I was a kid and I wanted something really really bad I wrote it down on a piece of paper and burn it. It was like a kind off spell. It was bound that my wish would come true."

6 months later

"You've got to be kidding me. You know she can't actually see anything through there, don't you?"

Seeley Booth chuckled as he entered Hodgins' station. Jack was holding his three-month old daughter and pointing her gaze towards the microscope.
"Who cares, dude. At least she can see. I'm thankful for that every single day".

They all were. Katherine Temperance Hodgins was Jack and Angela's little miracle, but in the short few months since her birth she had everyone wrapped around her little fingers. She was too young to be enrolled in the Jeffersonian's daycare program; and Cam was more than willing to have her around the lab.

"Did you put her away?" Hodgins asked, referring to a mother who had viciously murdered and mutilated her two children to stop her ex-husband gaining custody. It had been a tough case for all of them.
"Yeah, we did. Caroline thinks she might get a deal if they find her of unsound mind, but I don't see that happening."

"Good riddance." Hodgins shifted Katherine a little higher on his hip as she reached up to play with his hair.
Booth nodded in agreement as he reached for Katherine's little feet. The infant smiled and kicked his hand away.
"I'll catch you later, man."

Booth made his way around the forensic platform and came to a stop outside the office of Dr. Temperance Brennan. Her attention was on the screen in front of her and she jumped just a little when he knocked on the open glass door.
"Booth…why did you knock? You usually just come right in."
"Eh, you looked busy."
"I'm always busy, Booth. I have a busy job." The playful glint in her eye told him she was merely joking around with him.
"Well do you have some time for dinner? We caught the bad guy, or woman, in this case, so I think that deserves a drink and some pie."

Brennan saved her work before closing the lid of her laptop. She grabbed her coat as they exited her office.
"Pie is not a nutritious food source Booth, especially not for dinner. If we go to the diner you should at least have a burger."
He slowed his pace as he detected her subtle word choice.
"If we go to the diner?"
"Well I want Chinese."

Booth had always found it difficult to say no to Brennan, which was why, an hour later, they sat in her living room with many open cartons of Chinese food. He could tell that the case they'd just wrapped up had taken its toll on Brennan as well as everyone else on the team.
"You ok?" He asked quietly, setting an empty carton down.

Temperance sighed, poking at her food with her chopsticks.
"I know we've dealt with the deaths of children before, but this…it was their mother. Sharing custody with her ex husband couldn't have been as bad as not having them anymore, could it?"

"Rationally? No, but not everyone is quite as rational as you, Bones."

Temperance nodded absentmindedly. Booth raised an eyebrow.
"Wanna tell me what's going on in that head of yours?"

"Are you still angry?"

The question came out of nowhere, a seemingly arbitrary question in any other context, but it lingered in the air between them. Booth fleetingly thought about answering in terms of the case, but Brennan's vulnerability was more than apparent when he looked into her eyes. She was silently pleading with him for an answer.

Booth sat silently for a few moments. It was a question he had asked himself a lot in the past few months.
"No. No, I'm not. I flicked the TV on the other week and she was right there, and I felt nothing. I was expecting to still feel so hostile towards her, but…" he shrugged, finally looking at Bones again.
"I don't."

Temperance nodded.
"Good. I'm glad."

Booth hesitated. He knew what he wanted to ask her, but instead dodged that particular question.
"What did you write? On the paper, I mean. What date?"

Brennan felt a small smile creep across her features.
"I didn't." Before Booth could protest to her ruining the special fire magic, she explained.
"I didn't see the value in writing down the date, I saw more sense in writing down when I felt I'd be strong enough."

"Which is when…?"

"I surmised that I would be strong enough whenever you were no longer angry. I was aware that you would need time to heal - metaphorically of course - and I knew that if you could manage that, then I would be strong enough in return."

Temperance sighed, averting her gaze from Booth.
"I'm not making any sense. You know how much I hate psychology."

"You always make sense to me." He smirked.

"So…you're no longer angry…"
"And you're strong enough to lose the last of your…" he paused.
"Imperviousness." Brennan supplied. "I think so."

Booth edged himself closer to Brennan and reached for her hand.
"I still want what I wanted."

"Booth I don't know what I want. But I do know how I feel and that makes me very nervous."

"It doesn't need to, Bones." Booth murmured, lacing his fingers through hers.
"It's just me, Temperance."

Booth moved closer still until their faces were inches apart. He could feel her gentle breathing on his cheek as she closed her eyes over. He cupped her face gently with his hand.
"Booth…"

"Do you trust me, Bones?"
"Implicitly."

"Then close your eyes."

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