Bones is my favourite show, but I have never written a fanfic because the characters are so strong and I am afraid that I won't be able to do them justice. This is my first attempt. Please R & R, suggestions appreciated. Thanks ~ Rook. I do not own Bones, but I do own a set of bones. ;)
Over the years Booth and Angela have helped me to grow stronger. I am no longer as impervious as I once was. I look back on my life and I wonder what it would be like now if I had been stronger in the past. Would Booth and I be married, have kids? I always thought that love did not exist; it was just a reaction of chemicals, like serotonin, in response to physical attraction. I have come to realize that it is much more than that. It is something that scares me because I am not able to quantify it. I believe that love is not a physical entity, that it is not something that you can- as Booth would say- squint at under the microscope. What I do not understand is how so many people can trust and believe in love's so-called "power" if we cannot measure, test or observe it.
I trust Booth- I trust him with my life. Maybe I need to start trusting him with my heart. Is this a difficult thing to do? In trusting him with my life, I trust him with my body. My heart is part of my body, so technically I already trust him with it. This is how I solve most of the problems in my life- through logical analysis. The world is full of irrational and illogical people. I am not one of them.
Many months ago, I wrote down a date and I burned it. That day is quickly approaching. I do not believe in magic, but Booth has taught me to be more open minded. I find myself anticipating this day, wishing it would come sooner. Booth is not angry anymore, or at least not as angry as he once was. I am just waiting for the day to arrive and I think that Booth is too.
Today we solved a case pretty quickly. We learned it was not a murder, it was a suicide. Two young lovers had taken their lives, one shortly after the other. Booth refers to the victims as Romeo and Juliet. I admit there are some correlations.
Today is the day I have been waiting for. It is the day that I burned. I invite Booth to have dinner at my apartment and we talk about the case. I admit to him that not understanding love makes me scared of it. He tells me that the fear is what makes it so exciting. I tell him that I am ready to take that risk. I ask him if he is still angry and he says no.
Booth takes my hands into his own and starts to lean in closer. I feel goose bumps on my skin although I am not cold. I can feel his warm breath on my face. I lean in the rest of the way and press my lips to his. The kiss is everything I expected and more. When we make love, I can keep up with him easily, but I am afraid I will not be able to keep up emotionally. Booth is a very passionate person, but I am just learning. I can just hope to stay strong and leave my imperviousness in the past.
