A little light fantasy. I hope you like it.
I don't own Bones.
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My love for Bones is well guarded. I can open the door; but, to do that, I must use a glass key. It's fragile and I can only use it once to open the door. Once I turn the key, it will fracture and I can't use it again.
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The door was closed. He tried to open it and it wouldn't budge. He tried to pick the lock; but, it just wouldn't open. He kicked it with his foot and it didn't move. It stood before him, a solid wall of wood. There was a key hole and he had the key that would open the door; but he knew that if he used it, he could only use it once. The key was made of glass. It was strong enough to turn the tumblers and unlock the door; but, the key would fracture as soon it was turned and forever after it would be useless.
Booth stood with the key in his hand. He stared at it. He was afraid to use it. What if what he wanted so badly wasn't on the other side. What if he used the key and his one chance at happiness was lost with the turn of the key.
Praying, Booth inserted the key in the key hole. Holding his breath, he slowly turned the key. He could hear the lock open and he could hear the key crack. Slowly turning the knob, Booth opened the door.
What would he find? Would what he wanted most in this life be there? Should he have waited? Could he have waited?
Walking into the room, Booth looked around. At first the room appeared to be unoccupied. Sadly, he knew that what he wanted more than anything else in this world wasn't there. The thing he feared the most had happened. He had used his key and he could never use it again.
Walking across the room, Booth's legs felt like lead. His heart was pounding. He throat threatened to close. Making his way to the bed, he sat down on the edge of it and leaned down, looking at the floor. He had gambled. He had gambled and he had lost.
Looking at his right hand, Booth saw the broken key in the palm of his hand. The perfect key was perfect no more. Once he left this room, he would never be able to open the door again. He would forever be on the wrong side.
Staring at the key, Booth felt someone sit down on the bed next to him. Ever hopeful, Booth looked up and turned his head. She was smiling at him. Laughing at his expression, she leaned over and took the broken key from his hand. Looking at it, she smiled and threw it towards the open doorway. After the key passed through the doorway, the door slowly closed. He was on the right side of the door, with her.
Smiling, she put her left arm around his waist and leaned her head on his shoulder. Realizing that the key had given him what he wanted, Booth leaned his head against her head and sighed.
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Hearing Booth sigh in his sleep, Brennan rolled over and looked at Booth. The look of joy and contentment on his face was so lovely. His dream was a happy one and this made Brennan happy. The nightmares Booth had been having since Vincent had died had been truly horrible and Brennan had thought they would never end. Now she had hope that Booth had found what he was looking for and that his dreams would as happy as they were at this moment.
She loved him and wanted him to be happy, always.
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What do you think? It's a little something that popped into my head and wouldn't leave. I decided to share it.