This is a story I loved to write. About a relationship of Bones and Booth where they face four hard times in their lifes and through much struggling they manage to survive.

Enjoy it.

Timeline: In the future. B/B solid relationship

Disclaimer: I want to own Booth... But unfortunatly he belongs to the writers and Fox.

The First Time Hurt…

The house was quiet for a while, after what seemed like a storm have come through and wipe away the room. The two occupants stood face to face, neither one saying a word, faces flushed with anger and eyes burning in pain.

They had been partners for almost five years, and looking back into the past they surely had a rough start, but nothing they couldn't manage. Both had bend to one another and found a comfortable space to work together which lead to an unmistakable friendship, the kind one only finds once in a lifetime.

It was loyalty, love and friendship, all feelings they knew so well, feelings that physically mixed together in the golden Claddagh ring he offered her a long time ago and she now carried proudly in her finger.

Five years later they found themselves in a love relationship, their feelings developed so quickly that when they woke up to them, it was too late. They were already in love with each other and the next rational step was to make it true. One year of relationship had come to this, to the point where they stood face to face, silent figures facing each other.

It did not start as a healthy argument, like the many ones they had before, something was horribly wrong about this one. It felt more powerful and freed a higher rush of endorphins and all sorts of chemicals that made them blind to the simple function of thinking rationally.

They exchanged sharp pointed words, the ones that cut deeply into ones flesh leaving a deep scar in the heart for the many years to come. She knew exactly what to say, without mercy, her words came flying off her mouth like a pouring fountain of hate, her eyes were wide open and fearless, he had no way to escape the infamous accusations.

In fact, he understood why she was out of her mind with his actions; he had been pushing it far too long. Being over protective, over caring, over everything. 'I had to fuck things up, didn't I?'. He thought.

Gods, he had made a jealous scene in front of all her doctor colleagues, leaving her embarrassed beyond belief wanting to hide from the world and never come back.

He felt bad right now, he really did.

"I hate you! Get out…" The words were calm coming from her lips, only above a whisper.

He couldn't see her eyes; they were focused on the floor because she knew that if he would be able to see them, he would read her depths and see that she didn't really meant it.

"Bones… I…" He wanted so badly to explain, that it had only been an irrational act, that he was sorry and it wouldn't happen again, but she didn't give any change for apologies.

"Get out already!" Screaming, she flew to the door opening it wide to match her imperative words.

He didn't have a choice, either got out that open door or stay and get her even furious with him, and he surely didn't want to see that.

Slowly walking towards the door, head down memorizing the words. He reached the exit where she stood averting her gaze from his while he tried to get a last look. He hadn't got any, she was far too mad to even look him straight in the eyes.

Resignation filled him and without another look back he crossed the barrier to the outside world leaving her apartment, heading towards his and the worse night in a year. The door closed with a harsh sound on his back and he knew it was over.

It hurt. It hurt so deep into the limits of his soul, the one soul he had offered to her along with his heart. All of this seemed like a dream, or worse, a horrifying nightmare that was prone to never end.

His apartment was clean, everything in its own place. He chuckled at the surroundings, how could it be so tidy when his heart was torn in a thousand pieces like shattered glass?

Moving his body with much effort he found his way to the bedroom, letting his heavy weight come down into the bed, he found himself holding his head in between his hands and crying. Strong tears fell from his eyes burning a path in his face towards his palms. He already missed her, her voice and the gentle care that burn in her eyes every time she looked at him.

'Could it be all gone? Is this the ending?' And with this thought he let the tiredness of the day wash him into a dreamless sleep.

A hurried knock on the door woke him with a start. It felt like only five minutes ago he had fallen asleep but looking into the clock four hours had been gone. It was now deep into the dark, not even the moon to brighten this sad night.

He wondered who could possibly be interrupting his devastating humorless night at this time. Recollecting all his strength his body made way through the dark corridor reaching for the door. With a manly growl his hand made contact with the door knob and opened it with a little too much force than intended.

Almost at the same time he had opened the door, she came flying into him throwing her arms around his head and burring her face in the crock of his neck, the one spot that would always be her safe harbor.

The woman who had been apocalyptically angry at him was now safely clung into him, hugging him tight in her embrace never wanting to let go, and the only thing he could do now was embrace her slender form with all the caring he could give.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…" He whispered into her ear as tears threatened to roll down his eyes again.

She lifted her head and for the first time that night he saw her face. Her eyes were of a glacial blue no more; in fact they were now bright pools of regret and love. They were red and puffy, her cheeks warm pink from crying but the tender smile she wore broke above the sad picture. She never looked more beautiful before. Her long fingers rested over his lips, silencing the soft mantra he had been singing, her eyes searching for comfort into his.

"It's all right now… we're together again." And there it was, he smiled again, that one bright smile that melt all over her chest and made her insides turn liquid, and she smiled back. He titled his head, their noses softly brushing, and their lips meet halfway, eyes closing into the feeling.

It was a loving motion full of passion and desire while their lips moved against one another savoring the wonders of being back together.

I really, sincerily, deeply hope you readers liked this story. I had a hard time writing it, trying to find some plausible argument for them to fight over, but I love the result deeply. I just think she wouldn't apologise that fast in reality though... but I have to economize the words because of logistic problems LOL.

Please, tell me what you think of this, make me happy again!! And keep looking for the next three chapters.

Monisse