Booth/Brennan one-shot. Because if they don't get together soon I may give up hope for the world.
I own neither the characters, nor…um…anything else?
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…Questions You (Can't) Answer…
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It's two o'clock in the morning, but despite your best intentions, you aren't asleep. You've been having trouble sleeping lately, but you won't admit it to anyone—not Sweets, with all his questions, and certainly not Bones, who keeps pressing you for the answers you aren't willing to give.
Answers, hell, you aren't even ready to ask yourself the questions that you know you need to ask—the questions that are sitting so neatly lined up in your world of chaos.
You tell yourself and the world the very simple truth that you're starting to realize is a very complicated lie.
Partners. You're beginning to hate the word. Partners.
It's two o'clock in the morning, and you're still avoiding the hard questions with their uncomfortably easy answers.
Except if Hodgins, of all people, is looking at you with that knowing grin, then maybe it's time you sucked it up and figured things out.
Otherwise next time you visit Zach he's going to start asking you awkward questions like "Do you love her?" and then you're going to have to shoot yourself. And if Max asks you your intentions one more time…and if Cam smirks or Angela insinuates…well, you really will kill yourself then, and Bones will hate you if you're dead and…and…
Bones.
Temperance Brennan.
"Do you love her?" Zach will ask, because it's Zach, because he has no tact, because he never understands anything about social interactions but even he can see what's staring both of you right in the face.
It's two a.m., Booth. You're still awake, and you're not going to sleep anytime soon.
Are you just partners, Booth?
Do you love her?
You can't avoid it forever. Sooner or later you'll have to face the truth.
Finis
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AN: Sooner, please!