I do not own Bones. -OKAY GUYS ! :D , so I watched The Hole in the Heart, got to admit.. I cried.. not that much but come on.. And we ALL know something more had to have happened that night. (Yes I know it's TV not really but SERIOUSLY). It's so god damn addicting.. anyways.. :) I had to write about it and will probably write a few more. Like the Bren&Ang's conversation in the lab and more of what happened after they walked out in the final scene. Please review ! -Baii
==B&B==
Laid up in bed holding Brennan, Booth soothed her, rubbing one hand her back and forth in constant circles repeatedly over and over; whispering hushed "its okay… I know…"'s into her ear. His other hand intertwined with her fingers, as she grasped it tightly. He was angry at the pain that had being inflicted on his family, on their family. There was more than one kind of family and she was his. She would overcome this, he knew she would. She had continued to sob with mumbled, jumbled words blurring together. As she finally calmed slightly and shifted herself so she was lying beside Booth rather than on top of his and could look Booth's deep charcoal brown eyes, their foreheads just barely brushing together. "It could have been you…" She whispered. He could feel her breath from the words on him. Flashbacks of two years ago flooded back when he had been shot two years ago. Flashbacks of when Brennan had gone a full two weeks believing that he was dead, only to find out at his funeral that he in fact wasn't. They never had talked about that time; Brennan especially had attempted rashly to shut them out.
"It wasn't Bones, I'm right here with you. Here…" He takes one of her hands, as the other one was preoccupied with his already, and move it up to his neck and pressed it onto his carotid artery. "Feel my heart beating? I'm right here Bones. I'll always be here, I promise."
She took her hand from his neck and brought it down so now both of her hands were intertwined with his. "You can't promise that. You can't…"
He tightened his grip softly on her hand, looking into her swollen, sad blue eyes. "Yes I can. As long as I have control of it, as long as I walk along this universe, I will be here for you. Nothing you say can change that alright? Nothing, you hear me? Absolutely nothing."
Just like that something in her mind clicked. She put two and two together and she ran for it. "I'm ready. I can," she took in a heavy breath, "I can do this, I'm ready to lose the remains of my imperviousness. I am ready, I can do this. I cannot make any assumptions or promises that I will success or excel but I'm prepared for the loss and gain."
After a minute of silence of Booth just looking into her eyes, seemingly her soul and a smile began to arise on his expression. "You're ready?"
Brennan returned the smile, "Yes, you're not still angry are you?"
Booth let out all the air he'd been holding inside of him, "Oh Bones, Bren," the nickname from his coma dream didn't go past her, "I was never angry with you. I never have been angry with you. I may have been angry that it took such a long journey to where we got and it wasn't, or seemingly wasn't, leading anywhere. But I was never angry. Okay?" He finished and sighed greatly as she nodded. Both smiling, their nose slowly brushed beside each other's and their lips finally bet somewhere in between. After 7 years of waiting this was their moment. Not when he'd confessed to her in front of the Hoover building that past year. Not when he's fired her that very first case and they'd kissed with alcohol in their breaths. This, no pressure, definitely no alcohol, no lust or 'biological urges', just love, was their moment.