TITLE: Realizations RATING: K Spoilers: The Dwarf in The Dirt.

Summary: Booth POV, post-ep. You know what I'm talking about.

Disclaimer: I own a scarf with little bones printed. And a hoodie. And a bag. And two pair of black socks woth little skulls. That's all.

Author's Note: I apologize for my english, which I know it's far from perfect. The reality is that I'm an italian girl and is not my native language. I hope the story makes sense for you and I hope I haven't messed up the grammar.

So. They're sitting at Gordon Gordon's table, in Gordon Gordon's restaurant, eating...well, trying to eat his weirdly shaped food. He's just admitted out loud that he loves her; he didn't say THAT to her, of course, but still admitting to someone else his fellings has been...cathartic. When the good doctor...er, chef, said her name accompanied with THAT words his heart made a giant twirl in his chest. His heart recognizes her. When someone says her name out of the blue, or simply when he sees her, his heart reacts. Always. How does he know that he loves her? Just. Like. That. Then he thinks that hearts cannot twirl, or jump, or make any real movement by the way. They beat, pumping blood to the body, keeping it alive. His heart beats for her. She keeps him alive. She was the one who kept him alive during the coma, he's sure about it. He woke up because she said he was going to be fine, he woke up because there was no way Seeley Booth was going to leave things like that, hanging. He woke up because his keart knew that she needed him.

Now he's looking at her, and she's making another bad joke, but the only thing he can think about is how her eyes are impossibly blue, how much he loves her smile, how much he loves every little bit of her. Even when she's all 'science-y' and annoyes the hell out of him. Even when she's being stubborn and doesn't listen to what he says. He loves everything abouth her, and things have been like that way before the coma. to hell with Sweets and all his psycho-babbling.

He knows he loves her. He thinks about sitting on a bench on his birthday a while ago, a party for him going on inside the Founding Fathers, his brother doing what he does best, being an ass, and her sitting down next to him with a piece of cake, washing all the pain away. He thinks about ice-skating on a friday night, his head pulsing because of the concussion but his heart pulsing even more because she's with him, holding his hand, letting him see the most vulnerable part of her. He thinks that she's the only one who really knows him; she knows the man he used to be, the man he is now, and he's almost sure that she also knows the man he wants to become. Gordon Gordon is right; he wants to build his family around her; his world though, is already built around her. That's how he knows he loves her.

He can see things more clearly now. He realizes that he cannot think of waking up and not see her through the day. He realizes that even if he's in his worst mood her smile is enough to light up his day. He realizes that if he only thinks about the possibility of having her in his arms, just for once, his heart is already bursting with joy and his stomach is clenching.

He looks at her across the table, and he thinks that he's the only one who knows her, too. He knows the things she likes, the things she dislikes, he knows that she has a sense of justice that is even more profound than his. He knows that she has more respect for life than anyone else and he knows that when she really cares for someone, she doesn't express it with words, but with facts. She's a fact girl.

He also know that she's comfortable with evidence. She needs proof to aknowledge things. He's ready to give her all the evidence she needs. His heart will be his proof.

Game on.

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So, whaddya think?

R&R!!!!