AN: I'm not sure about this…if you could, tell me your (honest) thoughts so I can decide if a rewrite is in order.
Summary: One-Shot. Drabble-y. Brennan's thoughts in Ep. 209 –Aliens in a Spaceship—about Booth finding them.
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…Faith…
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I don't believe in God, or miracles, or luck, or anything that can't be rationalized and proven and explained.
Except, slowly suffocating in a car, I still believe that Booth will find us. Find me.
Because why? Because I know he won't stop looking? Because he's found and saved me before? Because he is always there when I need him and want him to make me feel better, or don't want him around but still need him? Because he still tells me to stay back and tries to keep me safe even though he knows I can take care of myself?
But these only prove that he'll look. Not that he'll find. He has some of the most brilliant minds in the country on his side, but we are one small needle in a very large haystack.
I can't find it within myself to pray, even now, but I believe Booth will come.
Is this faith? Hodgins says it is, but I don't know. I don't know faith. I can prove it or rationalize it. It doesn't make sense. Booth would help me know, help me understand if he were here, but he's not, and rationally….rationally…
I would call it desperation, but it's not. I'd call it hope, but it's more than that.
He's going to find us, we just have to give him time. He won't give up, ever, because he has faith—too much faith. I wonder if some of it his faith in me.
Rational or not, I have faith that Booth will find me.
And then he can help me understand what faith means.