Hello! Uhhhm, this is my take on what could happen if Hannah came back and said yes to Booth's proposal. I've been toying with this idea for a while now and I don't really plan on making it too long. I mean, I'd write it all right now but I simply don't have the time. Oh, and, as promised, there WILL be BoothxBones awesomeness, so you just gotta bear with me for the BoothxHannah stuff right now k? Kcoolbro. So yeah, hope someone enjoys it x3

Disclaimer: I do not own Bones or Taylor Swift's Speak Now. Shit man, if I did, I'd be a fucking millionaire. Or, at least, I'd have a shit load more than I do now xP

PS This is my first Bones fic, don't hate!

Booth rested his elbows the bar's counter, one hand clasped around his glass and his other supporting his heavy head. He ducked his head and sighed. He reflected on how he'd been slumming at the bar more often, usually by himself, downing various drinks.

It's been a few months since Hannah turned him down and Booth hasn't quite been able to bounce back yet.

Bones has been trying to help him cope since then. But with Bones, being Bones, that meant that she never quite said the right thing. Bones was trying her best with her sympathetic side. When it came to the topic, she was always trying to use her natural logic and reasoning with her recent discoveries of feelings and love. Booth could tell that she really was trying her hardest not to let her more blunt opinions slip out. He knew that she knew he was hurting really bad, and Booth was actually quite proud of Bones' efforts in trying to become more compassionate.

Though, as much as he didn't really want to admit it, Booth kind of missed the harsher, colder side of Bones. He wished that sometimes she didn't bite her tongue back when she wanted to say he was being stupid over the entire thing, which Booth assumed was Bones' honest opinion about the situation. Booth wished that she reasoned with him and said that, perhaps, his decision was foolish and made too quickly. He wished that she reasoned that, perhaps, maybe Hannah wasn't "the one" for him. He wanted his friend – scratch that, best friend – to keep his emotions and feelings at bay with her intellect and fierceness. He wanted her to be mad with him. And although Booth knew he was sure to snap at her and get outrageously angry at his close colleague at one point, he wondered if it would actually help him in the long run. Booth always thought about whether arguing familiarly with Bones could actually help him cope with his rejection from Hannah. He momentarily wondered if the anger that was fueling inside him could easily be put into use by fighting with her. He wanted to get angry and to scream and shout, and, at one stupid and scary point, he didn't care if it was at Bones. But Booth knew that meant he would be using her and that she probably may never want to speak to him again. And he absolutely did not want to lose his relationship with her because of something he was stupid enough to do. At one point, Booth actually wanted to punch himself for even thinking about the stupid possibility.

Booth took another sip of his drink, loudly smacked his glass down and sighed again. He stared through the glass' translucent material, through the miniscule bubbles that were popping at the surface, and furrowed his brows slightly.

Besides, it wasn't like screaming at Bones would help him get over Hannah any easier. It wasn't like the opinions Bones bit back were going to help his healing process quicken and hurt less. He truly did love Hannah. And Booth wasn't the type to get over things that quickly. He didn't get over his son's mother that easily, and – although Booth was so not willing to admit it – he was actually still trying to get over Bones. This meant that Hannah was no different in any sense. Booth still believed in true love, despite what Bones tried to convince him otherwise, and despite how much he failed when it came to love and lasting romantic relationships. Call him a flake but Booth truly did believe that, somewhere out there, was someone there for him. But believing in that didn't quite help his situation with Hannah.

"Oh wow," the bartender called out suddenly, his voice sounding very appreciative. The tone in his voice interested Booth enough for him to stop thinking for a moment and turned his attention to the situation at the moment. "Now there's a sight for sore eyes," the bartender continued, clearly sounding like he was admiring whatever he saw.

Booth stared up at the bartender, who gaze was fixed at the front door. Soon, the bartender looked back down at the glass he was cleaning and blushed (Booth figured that whoever was at the door met his gaze). Booth looked over his shoulder to the front door, turned back to his drink, then immediately did a double take. He stared at the beautiful blonde woman at the front door as he turned around on his stool, leaving his drink behind.

She was in a light jacket, jeans, black leather boots, and a frilly scarf that she began to unravel from her neck. Her gorgeous blonde hair flowed down either side of her face and was topped off with a dark maroon beret, which, after removing her scarf, she pulled off her head. But none of these things seemed to register to the usually observant FBI agent. Instead, he was focused on other things about her. His eyes lingered over her mysterious gray ones, which seemed apprehensive as she searched the bar, not yet able to meet his gaze; he briefly stared at her plump, pink lips, which were pursed and still looked way too kissable; he ignored the jitters in his stomach as he recognized her adorable nose, the same one he used to kiss before he said goodnight.

"Hannah?" Booth called out hesitantly, and then her eyes finally met his.

Booth gulped. No way this was happening. He was drunk. This had to be some sort of wonderful, crazy, drunk hallucination. Or maybe he was dreaming. He had to be dreaming. Yes, Booth was dreaming right now. He dropped dead, drunk on the bar from one too many drinks tonight and was dreaming… right?

The woman smiled shyly. "Hiya Seeley," she replied. Booth held back a gasp and clenched his jaw; he knew that voice well. After all, he spent many glorious months hearing it scream his name from excellent sex.

No way.

The agent blinked for a moment, stunned.

"What, Seeley? You're not even gonna give me a hug?" Hannah teased, opening her arms as she walked over to his stool.

Booth was vaguely aware of his body reflexively standing up and opening his arms. Even as he hugged his ex-… girlfriend? Lover? Fiancé? (Booth still didn't know what to call Hannah after their break up)… he wasn't quite sure that this was his life right now. Finally, something snapped in him as Hannah's arms wrapped around his neck and Booth realized he had to get with the program.

"Oh my god!" Booth finally said, his arms snaking around Hannah's waist. "Wh-what, Hannah! Why are you here?" he sputtered.

Hannah went stiff in his arms and gently pulled away. She gave Booth a tight smile and stared into his eyes for a moment. Booth wasn't quite ready for the amount of emotion that soared through him as he looked back into Hannah's eyes. Hannah's mouth twitched and Booth remembered this as her signal saying that she was a little overwhelmed. Booth motioned over to the seat next to him and Hannah relaxed into the stool as he slipped into his seat once more.

The bartender called out from behind the counter, "Havin' anything hon?"

Hannah gave Booth a closed mouthed and more relaxed smile as she answered the bartender without turning to look back at him, "No. Not yet anyway." Booth was vaguely aware of the bartender nodding and going back to arranging the mugs and glasses; he was too busy watching Hannah peel off her jacket and folding aside with her other accessories on the bar counter to notice.

After a moment or two, Hannah shot Booth an amused look and leaned against the bar counter, using her elbow as support. It was then that he realized that he'd been staring at her, jaw slightly dropped. Booth blinked hard and shut his mouth.

"So, uh, how-how're things with you?" Booth finally stuttered, still completely flustered with Hannah's presence.

Hannah gave Booth a tight smile before answering, "Good." Booth didn't like this short answer, so he nodded for her to continue and Hannah took a breath. "God," she finally said, exasperated. "I-I don't even know where to start!" she admitted honestly, looking down with a sheepish smile and resting her head against her hand.

"You can start with why the hell you're here then, since I know for a fact I saw you reporting back in Afghan less than 2 weeks ago," Booth replied with a nervous laugh.

Booth didn't like how the mood seemed to shift from surprising with a natural comfort to anxious and generally awkward from Hannah's confession. He needed to lift that atmosphere off of them, even if it was just for a while, so he gave Hannah another smile, this one a little more confident and sweeter than his recent laugh. Besides, what he said was true. Booth had seen her – completely by accident of course (Booth learned that watching his ex report on TV wasn't helping him bounce back) – on TV, reporting from Afghan about another roadside bomb. He needed to know why she was here because Booth still knew he knew Hannah well enough to know that she wasn't just going to leave a job that she loved unexpectedly for just anything.

Well, Hannah did leave for Booth before, when they were together. But… no. She wouldn't leave for him again. Not after the awkward and bad break up they had.

Booth's attempt at relieving the mood worked and he forgot about his recent thoughts. Hannah chuckled quietly and Booth relaxed as she began again. "Well," she said quietly, turning away from him for a moment. "I just… I need to talk to you," she finally answered, meeting his gaze.

Booth gave her a nervous smile, beginning to get uneasy again, as he looked into her eyes. "Well, we're talking right now," he responded carefully.

"That we are," she agreed with a lazy grin that used to, and apparently still did, drive Booth crazy. Hannah turned to the bartender, who was at the other end of the counter, for a moment. "You know what? I think I'll have a Bud. Light, please," she ordered. Booth turned to the bartender and saw him give her a quick nod before getting her drink ready.

At the beginning of this night, the FBI agent expected that he was going to drink to drown his feelings and get a cab home alone. But now, he was here with alcohol and with Hannah. He knew that things were going to get interesting, as they always did, whenever he was with her.

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Booth felt the warm sunlight peeking through his curtains against his face quietly grunted. He heard a hushed giggle behind him and felt warm, soft arms weave themselves around his bare stomach. He felt someone shift behind him and press their body against his back.

"Hey," he heard a girl whisper, "Good morning."

Booth muffled a groan into his pillow. He was incredibly groggy and was pretty sure he's having a hangover right now but he was beginning to understand his surroundings. Right now, he was naked, someone's arms were around him and that same person was softly whispering to him as they nuzzled against his back.

Then he remembered meeting Hannah last night and everything clicked.

Booth abruptly turned around, surprising the other person in his bed. He kissed her then, and began to try and recall the events that happened the night before.

As Booth began to kiss down her neck, Hannah chuckled. "Looks like someone's glad to see me," she commented as she readjusted her arms to hold Booth even tighter.

"Of course I'm glad to see you," Booth murmured against the skin of her shoulder. He still wasn't sure how or why they ended up on his bed, but Booth didn't care much about it other than the fact that it did. By now, he figured that he had sex with Hannah earlier and this made Booth bite lightly on Hannah's collarbone. He felt a boner coming on his is southern area.

Hannah brought her left hand to Booth's face and pulled it towards hers. Then, she began to kiss him softly. As Booth moved his lips familiarly against hers, he realized something cold pressed against his face and her hand. He reluctantly pulled away from the kiss and cupped his hand over the hand Hannah had on his face. In his palm, he could feel something with edges and hard graze against him. Shocked, Booth pulled her hand from his face and looked at her fingers. In Hannah's ring finger was a ring. A big, clear, perfectly cut diamond securely placed onto a silver band. Booth gulped, it was the same ring he originally had for Hannah when he first proposed to her. And now it was on her finger…

Booth looked at Hannah, his expression begging her for an answer. Hannah smiled slightly. "I gotta say, Seeley, it's perfect," she declared as she pulled her hand towards her face to inspect it. Her smile turned into a teasing one then and Booth shot her a look. She giggled and finally answered, "You don't remember, do you? Well, after a few…" Booth heard he quietly mutter the word "dozen" under breath before beginning to continue speaking properly, "drinks, you said you had to be engaged to me properly. And that you wanted a ring to prove it. I said it didn't matter, but you insisted! So, we got a taxi and he drove us back to the river where you proposed to me – against my wishes! – and you jumped in, drunk!"

Booth could feel the shame creeping up his face and he could feel the heat easily spreading across his cheeks. He had a faint memory and jumping into cold, hard water, searching for a small, black box but always coming up with a stupid rock. He wanted to hide his face, but he wasn't really in an easy position to do so.

"Honestly, I was amazed you found the box at all! It was so dark and we were so drunk and…" Hannah trailed off, shaking her head. "The point is, I knew you didn't have the money to buy another ring, so when I offered to pay for it this time, you refused and decided to get the original one. And, well, here it is!" she finished, proudly holding up the ring in front of his face.

Booth flushed. What he, apparently, did was crazy enough, but the fact that he only had a very faint recollection of it did not help his embarrassment. Then, something occurred to him. Hannah said, "engaged to me properly." Engaged. He was engaged to Hannah?

The agent blinked and asked, "Wait, we're-we're engaged?"

Hannah mocked an offended look and said, "Seeley, I'm hurt. You don't remember proposing to me again?"

Booth picked his brain for any memory of the passing night as Hannah wove her arms around him once more. He clearly remembered Hannah coming into the bar and chatting with her. He remembered Hannah talking to him seriously, about how she just couldn't forget the year they had together and how she couldn't let go of him that easily. He remembered the warm happy feelings he had when she said she was sure she never felt that way for anyone else before. He remembered her clearly saying, "I-I want to do this right, Seeley, for you." Then he remembered feeling crazy jitters in his stomach when she said, "I-I wanna marry you." He remembered stumbling onto his knee and slightly slurring out, "Hannah Burleyyy, will you marry meee?" He began to recall having a few – yes, it was a dozen – drinks with her in celebration when she excitedly said yes. He was recollecting a memory of kissing her passionately in the bar, in which they received hoots and hollers from the patrons who were there. After that, things went groggy since the effects of the alcohol suddenly took over his senses, impairing Booth from anymore memories.

He looked at Hannah in fascination because, here she was, with a ring on her finger, to prove that, yes, agent Seeley Booth was engaged to the wonderful Hannah Burley.

Booth didn't reply to Hannah's earlier question and instead kissed her passionately on the mouth. He curled his fingers into her hair and pressed himself closer to her. After Hannah's arms untangled themselves from Booth, her hands started to roam his torso. By now, Booth realized that Hannah's sexy body was naked too, and he wanted to take advantage of this. Booth kicked his leg up and began to straddle her, trying not to let his weight completely crush the blonde. Booth was already hard, and he was about to slip his erection into Hannah, but Hannah pulled her lips away from his and gently pushed his body of hers by a small inch, panting.

Before Booth got a chance to ask why she pulled away, Hannah brought a quick finger to his lips. She smiled sweetly and whispered, "Not yet." Booth wanted to question her again but she beat Booth to his chance at speaking by continuing, "No. Last night was good, hell, it was fucking awesome. God, Booth, you went crazy!" Booth blushed madly as she laughed, not quite able to remember what happened other than they had sex (and, apparently, really good sex), but she ignored him. Hannah shook her head momentarily before she got to her point, "The point is, it's enough to hold me over until later tonight, okay? You have work today and I've got to explain to my boss what's going on." She smiled apologetically and Booth reluctantly nodded.

"You-you'll be here later, right?" Booth asked hesitantly, tumbling off of Hannah's body and rested by her side. He looked to her intently.

Hannah nodded and relief washed over the agent. "Yes, I'll be here Seeley." She smiled and gave him a quick peck on the lips before raising her left hand to show off her ring once more. "Engaged, remember? I'm not leaving you anymore."

Booth couldn't think of another time he was happier in his life.

Ah, finally! IT'S DONE! :D I shall continue soon, hopefully, if anyone actually likes this x3 If you do, I'll warn you now: I'm jumping into Hannah and Bones' confrontation. But yeah, I'm not even 30% sure I'm right with how the ring looks like and where Booth engaged to Hannah because I find it irrelevant towards my love for BoothxBones xD Anyways, I hope this was good, I hope I stayed as canon as possible, and I'm really sorry for not quite remembering how Booth proposed to Hannah! Review and faves equal virtual cupcakes so DO IT! ;D

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