Part I:
Brennan's POV
I couldn't believe it. It had been seven months. Seven months free of maggots, peeling flesh, and murder. But it had also been seven months without Booth, his smile, that fierce protecting nature that made everyone fall in love with him.
That was all over now; I was back in DC and on my way to meet Booth. I had gotten home three days ago, after I had received a call saying that Cam was in trouble. Booth had a little harder time. He had to get clearance to leave, find a transport, and then make it safely back to the states.
The TV, which Booth had finally hassled me into buying, was playing the news as I grabbed my purse and started to walk to the door.
"Breaking News. A transport scheduled to return home this week was found. The names of the soldiers have not yet been released, but we do know that there were no survivors." The reporter announced and then moved on to something trivial.
Booth. I could see the last time we saw each other. Booth. I felt the warmth of his hand. Booth. I could feel his lips on mine after that meeting with Sweets. Booth. My mind was spiraling. Surely he wasn't involved. He had to have been on a different transport. He had to be.
I ran out of my apartment as fast as my feet could carry me. Traffic was bad outside. It would take way to long to reach the Mall in a cab, so I started running again. My destination wasn't anywhere close, but I didn't care. All I could think of was Booth. He had to be okay.
My high school reunion. Us dancing together under those stars. Me telling him not to be hero, not to be him. I sped up. All of the things he had done to protect me. And now. Now he was the one possibly in danger, dead even, and I could do nothing. I could feel the tears flowing down my face; I knew I must have looked crazy to other people on the street, but I didn't care. Nothing mattered. The whole world could implode around me. Hell, maybe it already had. But I just couldn't feel anything. Booth was the only important thing in the world.
I reached the Mall after what seemed like eternity, but Booth wasn't there. Maybe he's just running late? That had to be it. Why had I been so stupid? Why had I left? Why had I let him leave? Why did I push him away?
I spun around. And around. And around again, but Booth wasn't anywhere. I started to collapse, but then I felt strong arms wrap around me.
"You okay, Bones?" Booth said and I looked up at him. He was perfect, an angel among men. "Bones? Are you okay? Brennan!" His voice had grown in volume until he was now shouting at me.
"Booth, I've never been better," then I let myself go. I sank deeper into his arms and just cried.