The last episode, The Body in the Bag, was so depressing with regard to Booth and Brennan, I had to write something to cheer myself up and give me hope again. Enjoy.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters in this story. They are owned by Fox and Hart Hanson.
"What are we looking at, Galileo?"
"Booth," said Brennan, pushed from her reverie. She stood in front of their bar, gazing up into a remarkably clear winter sky, lost in thoughts.
"What were you looking at?" said Booth.
"Actually," she said, "I was just thinking."
"About what?" he asked.
"I was just contemplating the moon, and the stars, and all the vast far reaches beyond." Booth raised his eyebrows at her.
"A scientific inquiry?" he said.
"No," she replied. "A metaphor."
"For what?" he asked, holding the door of the bar open for her.
"Can we stay outside for a minute?" she said.
"Sure. So what is this metaphor?"
"I was thinking about how there is so much in our lives that is unpredictable, unknowable. The decisions we make, the paths we choose, thinking they'll lead us one place, can easily lead us to another. Beliefs change, feelings change." She looked at him very keenly and he knew exactly what she was talking about.
"Bones," he said quietly, "I'm sorry that you're unhappy-." She shook her head, cutting off his sentence.
"Just listen," she said, drawing a long breath. "You told me one year ago that you knew you wanted to be with me, from the first time you met me. Not just then but in thirty, or forty, or fifty years."
"Bones," said Booth, looking away and shaking his head, "let's not do this."
"Now," she continued, ignoring Booth, "you're telling me you love someone else. That you've moved on. I've realized I've been… so… angry at you."
He looked at her. "Angry at me?"
"Yes," she said. "For giving up on me. For not giving me time to come around to your side. But I thought—I know I shouldn't have—that once I got back from Maluku, and you got back from Afghanistan… that you would still feel the same."
He stared at her confused and, she thought, a little sad.
"I told you I couldn't change," she continued, "but I did. I was wrong."
"Bones," he said slowly, "I-."
"I wanted to tell you," she said, interrupting him, "That I'm not going to give up on you, like you gave up on me. It's taken me a long time to learn what I want, and now that I know, I'm not giving up.
"All due respect to Hannah," she said, "But I want to be with you. And I think you still want to be with me. I just thought you should know that."
She turned on her heal and entered the bar, leaving Booth on the sidewalk, contemplating the moon, the stars and the reaches beyond.