This came into my head last night as I was trying desperately trying to get to sleep. It will only be a two-chapter thing, maybe an epilogue to follow, hope you like it. Please review.

I don't own Bones, never have, never will.

Just To Be With You

1

Strapped into a quivering soup can laughingly called a plane, bouncing his way on the pummeling air through tiny gaps of cloud and breaks in the snow-sheathed mountains, Seeley Booth had an epiphany.

He wasn't ready to die.

It was a hell of a thing to even comprehend that his fate was held in the hands of a balding 60 year old man, in a canary yellow parka and whose face was nearly concealed by his hat and the mass of grey hairs that peppered his cheeks, it was another to be in that situation.

This stranger had seemed fine back in DC, charming and witty - the FBI trusted him with their finest so Booth had willingly strapped himself into the tin-can plane and had his hand shaken so many times there was a high possibility he had lost all feeling in it, but he was unsure under the heavy cladding of his gloves.

"Just call me Jerk." He had said and Booth had offered a tight lipped smile. What kind of person wanted to be addressed as Jerk? From then on the initial unease had settled and it was bouncing around in his belly as the plane dipped hard. His bosses back at the FBI headquarters trusted this guy with Booths life as he headed out to find Brennan on her vacation of digging up unidentified bones, he just hoped they trusted him enough. She had sent him an e-mail only four days prior to his death ride, telling him she was having a great time but there were hardly any people (the population being 500) and even less activity and although she enjoyed the solitude, 3 weeks of it had become somewhat of a drag. Booth decided he was going out to join her, see what went on in the anthropologist's mind and try to knock some sense into her from their last encounter, he shook his head, their last encounter had been...different. When he had told them he was taking one week off to go and see Bones he had filed it under 'personal issues' and accepted the leading officers recommendation to fly alongside Jerk with a who-gives-a-shit shrug. He regretted that now.

A hearty laugh jumped Booth's senses and he let his gaze wander towards the pilot. The rosy cheeks of the man and the robust stomach that was wedged under the thick black belt had the ex-sniper thinking only one thing, Santa is that you?

"The landing could be a little bumpy here, soldier. Hope you didn't eat too much." Booth simply stared out of the window, the view was postcard perfect, and yet just a little overwhelming. They dipped another six or so feet - maybe less but with his life in the balance he was allowed to over-exaggerate - and his stomach did a U-Turn only to go back on itself and find solace somewhere near his feet. That nausea which had joined his nerves during his epiphany doubled on Jerk's words and he realised that death wasn't the thing that scared him, it was the method. Plummeting into the side of a fucking huge mountain, or an ice-covered lake, wasn't the way he intended to go.

"How much longer?" Booth bit back the bile that was rising and the plane bucked and shuddered under his feet, gripping onto the side of his chair he gave up all hope and closed his eyes. He was never flying again.

"Not much." Jerk gave him a friendly pat on the leg, "Look at that sky today though buddy. It's nothing short of god-dammed beautiful." Booth pried his eyelids open, squinting slightly and looked at the sky. It was bright blue and short, puffy clouds highlighted the intensity of it. He smiled for the first time in under an hour. He was here for something more beautiful though, more awe-inspiring that the winter colours of the Canadian skies and the snow covered mountains, he was here for Temperance Brennan.

"Hell, it's amazing." He breathed. A loud clunk on the underside of the plane had Booth snapping his head to Jerk in alarm, "What's that?" Jerk glanced at him and gave him a smile which didn't help his nerves much.

"Landing gear, buddy, we're finally bringing my baby down to land. Like I said it's going to be a little bumpy"

"And it's been such an easy journey." He sighed bitterly before looking out of the window again, "Wait. What? We're landing? Where?" Booth saw nothing but the glimmering shine of the ice covered lake and the snowy mounds that stood beside it.

"On the lake. Frozen solid this time of year so don't worry yourself." How the hell did he say that so calm? Booth narrowed his eyes.

"But -"

"Going in on skis"

"Skis?" His already narrow eyes closed even further before snapping open again.

"City folk. Not one have a backbone between them" Jerk nodded and smiled at his own statement as Booth continued to stare at him like he was the most unstable man in America.

The plane bumped, skidded, slid and Booth's stomach did the same. It finally glided to a standstill and Booth flew off his seatbelt, relishing the feeling he was no longer under the hands of a crazy man called Jerk.

"I can see why you love your job." Booth managed, he didn't mean it of course but he was grateful for the safe landing and the fact he would live to see another day. Jerk slapped Booth on the arm and let out another infamous laugh of his.

"Hell, your right there soldier."

Bored of being called 'buddy', 'soldier', 'captain' and 'city boy' Booth clambered out of the red plane and let his feet hit the floor beneath him, he decided against kissing the ground and paid more attention to making sure his feet didn't fail him on the slippy ice and he didn't end up breaking his leg. Or his neck. He paid close attention to his footing and muttered a word of thanks as Jerk informed him he would carry his luggage. Steadying himself he saw a figure on the banking near the fence, wrapped in a brown parka and breathing short impatient puffs into the air. He walked over to it and stuck out his hand, speaking with dignity and authority.

"Seeley Booth."

"Damn it Booth I know who you are." Brennan looked up at him, she was obviously annoyed and even more cold. "I told you not to come. I thought we agreed we would have some time apart and I was only moaning to you over an e-mail because I had no luck on the bones." Resisting the urge to pull her close and warm them both up he flashed her a smile and put a hand on her padded arm,

"I had to come and see if you were okay, Bones, I don't want you miserable."

"Oh come on" Irritated by the cold weather and the fact a man in a yellow parka was grinning stupidly at them she grabbed his hand with surprising force and pulled him with her to her log cabin. Booth followed smiling at the feel of her hand and the sight of her pretty face, if a little red and annoyed. Inside was surprising warm and had a lot more space than he had thought it would. The walls had a Chinese feel to them, symbols and dragons decorated the living area and the roaring fire gave the red a hot glow. He could see three doors at the bottom of the cabin, one was open and he could see nasty yellow paper and a laptop perched on a double bed. That, he figured, was Brennans room.

Letting go of his hand she walked to the kitchen area, shrugged off her coat and laid them on the wooden table. All the while staring at Booth. She was glad to see him, of course she was, but the fact he had sent her a e-mail saying 'See you in two days' and nothing else had her mind reeling. Their last encounter had been one memorable occasion and from then they had agreed spending some time apart would be best for both of them. He too was taking off his coat and making himself comfortable on the long couch that lined the back wall.

"Nice place you have here, does it always look this good?" She ignored his comment and put some water onto boil. She needed something more than a cup of tea but it wasn't even 5 O'clock.

"Booth, I've missed a full day of work to come and meet you today. Not only have we progressed further into the females body but one of the team has unearthed another skeleton, it could be a whole damn family of ancient people and instead I'm here." She put two cups down and made the coffee, just how he liked it.

"Sorry I'm not as interesting as six hundred year old bodies then." He muttered, watching as she worked. "I missed you okay? Everyone has. You've been gone for three weeks and we haven't even been able to talk about -"

"Hot damn you have a swanky place here miss" Jerk's voice filled the cabin as he set down Booth's bags. Brennan looked at him and smiled politely and he dipped his hat towards her in friendly gesture. "It's mighty warm too I dare say. What is a pretty little thing like you doing here anyway, ma'am? It's freezing outside" Booth rolled his eyes, he was already sick of the mans southern accent and it was a sure thing he was in Brennan's bad books now for even thinking of calling her a pretty little thing. That was just the way he was though.

"Excavating a site of a family of bones about a mile up the road. I have a team there now."

"Pretty and smart. You've bagged yourself a right catch there, buddy." Jerk winked at him and left without saying so much as a goodbye. Booth didn't want to reply to those words and looked at Brennan who was placing steaming cups of caffeine on the dark wood of the coffee table.

"Bones -"

"Look, yes I'm glad you're here and I won't be afraid to I've missed you too. All of you. But I came out here to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city if only for a few weeks. Granted I've been here 5 days longer than planned but I was coming home this Saturday so you needn't have come Booth."

"But I've been wanting to talk about what happened. The night you left, it's been driving me crazy not being able to see you. I've taken a week off and flown up here with a crazy-assed pilot, who by the way God only knows how he is still alive, and I want to talk. I need to talk." Her clear eyes bore into his and he finally broke contact with her to pick up the yellow 'Sylvester and Tweety' cup and blew on it, the steam drifting across the top of the cup.

"It was only sex Booth"

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