Word of the wise: Listen to 'Total Eclipe Of The Heart' while you read this, because I was as I was typing this. :3 Oh, and in this, Brennan isn't pregnant, 'kay?
It was hard to think that he was in Afganastan.
Again.
Last time, he was going to train soldiers.
This time, he's on the front lines.
That alone scared the living hell out of Temperance Brennan.
He had told her over Thai and beer that he was going back.
She had ask why, trying not to fall in a teary mess.
"Because, Bones," He had said.
"I..." He seemed to be having trouble with this.
"Why?" She had asked again.
He had sighed.
"I can't stay here, Bones."
She shook her head in confusion.
"What?" She had whispered.
"I can't stay here if you can't be mine, Bones.
My heart can't take it.
It can't take just being friends anymore.
And I have to tell it that will never happen,
which is killing me."
Then he did something she'll never forget.
He took her face in his hands,
and he kissed her.
Good and long, passion clearly evedent.
Then,
he left.
And she cried,
and cried,
and cried.
BbBbBb
She buried herself in work.
Work,
Work,
Work,
for a year.
Then she heard it.
The phone.
She answered, thinking it to be Booth, who tried his best to call her,
every week.
"Brennan."
"Docter Brennan,"
Not Booth.
"I'm sorry for you to have to hear it this way,"
Her brain stopped functioning.
"Who is this?"
She had interupted.
"The commanding Seargent General of the unit currently in Afganastan."
"Booth's unit?"
"Yes ma'am, now, if you'll alow me to finish..."
He had told her.
But the only things she heard was,
'Jumped', 'Bullet', 'Saved', 'Younger soldier' , 'Heroic', and
'Dead'.
He hung up,
and she cried,
and cried,
and cried.
Boo de boop! :P Done. Woo. Typed it in ten minutes. New record. Tee-Hee! xD
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