**Disclaimer: I do not own anything with BONES or any songs in my stories. I just love Booth and Bones love story. **
Author's Note: A little holiday story. I was going to make it a one shot but the ending changed as I wrote it. I was going to put as one of my Lyrical Summaries but while writing this it just changed so it is it's own story. Hope you enjoy it. Feedback always welcome. Thanks for reading. ENJOY!
It was the holiday week between Christmas and New Year's. Booth was alone. Rebecca had taken Parker to Aspen with her latest boyfriend. The guy's name had slipped Booth's mind and at this point Booth didn't really care.
Hannah had been on assignment for the last two weeks and she wasn't expected back until the New Year.
And Bones…
What could he say about Bones? What kind of friend has he been? He was trying so hard to make it with Hannah, he left his friends out in the cold especially Bones. Booth hadn't seen Bones in a least a week, because they hadn't had a case. He wanted to call her, but he thought better of it. He didn't want her to think that SHE was second best. SHE was far from second best, she was the standard. She still is the standard. But he wasn't going to call her, just because he was lonely and feeling sorry for himself. "He brought this all on himself," he thought to himself.
He grabbed his good bottle of scotch, the same bottle of scotch that Bones drank from years earlier when she had came over and told him about being jealous of Cam, Angela and him confessing that she wanted to desire what they desired, love. Plopped on his couch and took the T.V. remote in hand. Hopefully, he could find something on T.V. to focus on instead of the pain that he was feeling. He started flipping through the channels, "It's A Wonderful Life". Hell no! CLICK. "White Christmas". No. CLICK. Some documentary on the Discovery Channel. No. CLICK. Shrek. No. CLICK. Everything reminded him of Bones. In between clicks, he took large swigs from the bottle of scotch. He turned off the T.V. Frustrated he threw the remote across the room, the room only being illuminated by a small lamp. He sat and thought about how wonderful last Christmas was. Ok, Santa getting blown up wasn't good and becoming evidence wasn't fun either. Bones undressing him may have been uncomfortable. Booth has dreamt about being undressed by her for years. And her undressing him for real was actually better than any dream than he had ever had. In his dreams though, there was kissing. He longed to taste her lips again. But at least he had his memories and his dreams. Having Christmas dinner as a "family" was one of his favorite memories.
What did he have this year? A girlfriend that he loved? Why did he have to tell Bones that he had to move on? Why did he have to prove her right about love? Why didn't he actually say those three words, I love you, to her in front of the Hoover Building?
He took larger gulp of scotch. He needed to get out of his head. The silence just made him think more. He surely didn't want to think anymore about Bones or anything else for that matter, the scotch was helping but just a little. He had to get rid of the silence.
Booth reluctantly got up off the couch. As he headed to the radio he noticed a picture of him and Bones that was taken last Christmas. He picked it up and a small sad smile came across his face. He put the picture back in its place and proceeded to the radio. He looked for a station that had Christmas songs on their full rotation, which he thought was the best idea even though he didn't feel very festive. But at least he wouldn't hear "Hot Blooded".
He went back and sat on the couch. His mind seemed to stop running a mile a minute. The loop of White Christmas, Frosty the Snowman, and other traditional Christmas songs kind of made his thoughts about Bones disappear plus almost finishing the bottle of scotch didn't hurt either.
UNTIL…
The next song played. "Same Old Lang Syne" by Dan Fogelberg.
"Met my old lover in the grocery store
The snow was falling Christmas Eve
I stole behind her in the frozen foods
And I touched her on the sleeve
She didn't recognize the face at first
But then her eyes flew open wide
She went to hug me and she spilled her purse
And we laughed until we cried
We took her groceries to the checkout stand
The food was totaled up and bagged
We stood there lost in our embarrassment
As the conversation dragged
We went to have ourselves a drink or two
But couldn't find an open bar
We bought a six-pack at the liquor store
And we drank it in her car
We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to now
And tried to reach beyond the emptiness
But neither one knew how
She said she'd married her an architect
Who kept her warm and safe and dry
She would have liked to say she loved the man
But she didn't like to lie
I said the years had been of friend to her
And that her eyes were still as blue
But in those eyes I wasn't sure if I saw
Doubt or gratitude
She said she saw me in the record stores
And I must be doing well
I said the audience was heavenly
But the traveling was hell
We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to now
And tried to reach beyond the emptiness
But neither one knew how
We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to time
Reliving in our eloquence
Another 'auld lang syne'
The beer was empty and our tongues were tired
And running out of things to say
She gave a kiss to me as I got out
And I watched her drive away
Just for a moment I was back in school
And felt that old familiar pain
And as I turned to make my way back home
The snow turned into rain."
That was it. Booth was to his breaking point. The emotions in Booth got too great. He put the bottle of scotch on the coffee table and put his head in his hands.
That's it. He sat back up straight on the couch. Grabbed his cell, and was just about to press 1 on his speed dial (Bones was still first on his speed dial, something that Hannah needed to know), when he thought he heard a knock on his door. Booth thought he was hearing things. He did have a nice buzz going. Then he heard it again.
He got up from the couch, cussing under his breath, "Who the hell could be knocking at my door at this hour?", and went to answer the door.