It's Just a Moment of Change
A/N: So after "The Devil in the Details" I started thinking seriously about Booth and his faith and where Brennan fit into it. I'm a Christian and though I am a diehard B/B fan I sometimes wonder how Booth and Brennan would work with her so blatantly disrespecting his faith. For that reason, I was led to write this little bit about Brennan trying to move forward towards acceptance of Booth's faith; can be considered as a tag to "Devil."
She found him at the church- as expected. He looked the same, shaken faith and all. He was praying when she slid into the pew next to him. His head was bowed and his hands were clasped, he was deep in concentration. She watched the muscle on his neck, taut.
His body tensed a moment before he recognized her perfume. He relaxed and continued his prayer.
She sat next to him for a long time, not speaking, only looking. She saw a room that people sought comfort in- comfort she herself did not derive from this place. She had asked Booth about it once but he had told her the place wasn't the most important part of the experience. She recalled part of the conversation:
"It makes me feel safe. Praying, going to church… reminds me of who I am."
She had chewed over his words. Months later she had realized that she understood him. Because that safety was something she had in Booth, something she felt with him. She had told Hodgins that ("No, faith is an irrational belief in something that is logically impossible. Over time, I have seen what Booth can do. It's not faith." But it was.).
Not that she worshipped Booth; she only understood the absolute trust that he had for higher authority. And he often reminded her of who she was. ("I know who are you are.")
After her realization she had tried to be open to his religion. His faith. His God. That's part of the reason she had come today. A part of her, a growing part, wanted to be able to share everything with him, everything. She wanted to share summers and T-shirts, laughter, food, days and nights, and she wanted to be able to understand his faith. That growing part told her it was essential that she understood that part of him. If she was honest it was because she wanted to share life with him, not just parts of it. But she wasn't ready to be honest with him, she barely honest with herself.
He had told her once to be sideline Dr. Brennan and just be Temperance ("You're not Dr. Brennan today, you're Temperance.") and she realized that more and more she didn't want to be Dr. Brennan with him. She wanted to be Temperance.
She continued to watch him. He was still praying, still tense. She wondered what he was praying for. The last time she had been next to him in a pew was when he had saved her and Hodgins from death after being buried alive. ("I thanked Him for saving… all of us.")
Such time had passed, so much had happened since that day. She had come so far ("Perhaps love comes first and then creates the reaction.").
Booth finished his prayer and sat up in the pew. Both were quiet, staring straight ahead of them. She inched her hand closed to his and grasped it. He squeezed his fingers.
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P.S. The title comes from the OneRepublic song All We Are.