A/N: I don't own Bones.
This is just a little one-shot I thought of after watching Wannabe In The Weeds.
Brennan placed the bouquet of daisies on the ground, right below his name. She took a deep breath and tucked away a stray hair.
"Anthropologically speaking, you can't hear me. You're not going to respond to what I'm about to say, so part of me wonders why I'm even here in the first place. But the other part of me remembers that you told me I should talk to my Mother at her gravestone. I guess that's why I'm here, doing the same to you now." Brennan said as she took a seat next to the stone.
"I'm angry Booth. Furious, actually. That bullet...it wasn't meant for you. It wasn't meant to tear through your heart and bring your life to an end. It was meant for me." She continued.
"This situation should be switched around right now. I should be the one lying in the coffin, not you. I can't believe you would actually risk your life for me." Brennan spoke softly, although she knew in her heart that she would have done the same for him.
"Seeley, why? I begged you to stay here with me. I pleaded with you for what seemed like an eternity. I saw the light leave your warm eyes, and I felt your body go limp in my arms." Bones said as she began to weep. "It's not fair. It's just not fair.
"You weren't supposed to leave me like that. You were right, there are two types of family. And you were my most important family member. Now what am I supposed to do without you? Everything reminds me of you, and I hate it. The FBI tried to assign me a new partner, but it's just not the same. I can't do this without you." She said, the tears streaming freely down her face.
Brennan rested her head on his gravestone, and traced the letters of his name as her tears caused her body to shake violently.
"I won't leave you...ever. I promise..." She whispered, meaning every word of it.