I Choose You
My thoughts on what Brennan thought when she saw Booth talking to Clinton. Post Salt in the Wound.
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Sitting there, I see it in his motions. He is stern, but loving. He is looking out for those like him, who've screwed up. He wants them to make right their wrongs. A father. A brother. A hero. My hero.
I've had a question to ask, and I wasn't sure until now how he would take it. I want a child. I want to pass my DNA on so that I stay alive, so that my story lives on. I want some one to love, some one who is innocent and who needs me to watch over them and protect them, just like I need Booth to do the same for me, someone who really knows me and loves me anyways.
Seeing him there with this teen, this teen who needs someone to tell him what's up, someone who's been in the same position he's been in, I realize that he's the other half of me. What I wish I could be like. To connect with people. To understand them. I need Booth, he is the other half of me that connects with people, who helps me feel emotion.
Perhaps I am being crazy thinking this, but I love Booth, and when I have a child, I want him to be the father. I choose him. My hero, my protector, I would choose him…