This is very short but I hope to post again tomorrow. For all of you who are waiting for the next chapter in When the Ball Dropped….I'm sorry but it will be a little while…I just can't finish it right now, not after the hundredth episode. I will post a new chapter for it as soon as I can handle doing so.
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His dreams had become more vivid and less like dreams. He couldn't quite shake them off as easily as he had before and when he awoke each morning it was with dread as those dreams melted away. They didn't melt from his memory though. He had a feeling he would remember each dream for the rest of his life, but they melted away into reality none the less. Each night for the past six months Booth had dreamt of her. Not just of her but of them. Their family, their lives together and their baby. Each night as he dreamt he was filled with happiness and love. He would dream of himself building a fire in the fire place while Temperance sat in a rocking chair with their baby cradled in her arms. She would sing sweet slow lullabies to the baby and he would walk over and kiss Temperance and their sleeping daughter on their foreheads. Each night for the past six months he would enter this alternate world where Temperance and him were a family so enthralled in their happy little lives that nothing else would enter. Each night he would love those sweet and innocent scenes even more. However, for the last three weeks those dreams, ever so wonderful while he slept, ripped his heart to pieces all over again when he woke. It felt as if he relived her rejection of him each morning. But he would take it. He had to take it. He didn't think he would be able to make it through life without those dreams. Those dreams were the only way he could be with her the way he wanted to be. The only way he could be her husband, the father of her baby, and her lover. But last night, oh, last night was different. So different in fact that Booth decided it was best not to go to work today. This dream didn't end with the heart wrenching sorrow that he had felt for the last three weeks when he realized that it was only a dream. This dream ended with Booth waking up with a smile on his face and problem in his boxers. This problem in his boxers didn't want to leave. It stayed even after reciting the saints and taking his cold shower. After dressing fully and eating, he still hadn't calmed enough to leave the house. This problem was just too noticeable and it was beginning to hurt.
Booth called the Deputy Director of the FBI and told him that since they did not have a case presently, he would be taking the rest of the week off unless something else turned up. After all it was Thursday, what harm would taking two days off do? Certainly not as much harm as being caught out in public like this! He couldn't risk having another dream like the one he had last night. He just couldn't. Booth could handle the sweet, innocent dreams of him and Bones as a family, in fact it made life easier to think of them as such so that he wouldn't have to deal with the reality of the fact that it will never happen between them; However, he could not deal with the type of dream that he had last night. He knew that after that dream he would not be able to control himself around his partner and his control was something he wouldn't allow himself to lose with her.
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