Story Title: The Definition of Family
Disclaimer: I don't own Bones. But if I did…mind is now wondering to a naked Booth.
This story takes place after The Boneless Bride in the River. A little something I felt compelled to write. Reviews are always appreciated!
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"What are you doing here?"
"Saying good-bye to Sully. See." He barely raises his had to give a condescending wave as Sully sails away into the distance. His smug charm smile spread across his face like he won a bet and I am the prize.
He thinks I don't notice the cynicism dripping from his voice or the lame attempt at saying good-bye to his friend. But I do notice and it's his fault. This infuriating man is teaching me to study the living just like I would the dead. I may not be the gut-type person that personifies Seeley Booth but I am learning to observe my surroundings.
I remember the night I told him about Sully's offer to take me away. I could hear the disappointment in his voice and the pain in his eyes when he told me I should go. Booth has always wanted the best for me and to see me happy. He saw it as a chance to ease the pain of my familial abandonment. What he doesn't realize or maybe he does; is that his presence in my life does ease my abandonment issues and that makes me happy. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to have him ask me to stay. Not because of Angela's insane reasons but because we are partners that need to continue our work and further our friendship.
Deep down perhaps in my gut, I know that my reason for staying had nothing to do with my avoidance to commitment. I believe I stayed because I need my work and my family; they define who I am and without either one I don't exist. I need to know I exist...
We give life to bones. We mend families. We put criminals away. We give my life a sense of purpose. We are a family. Booth and I have a good thing and I really should be nicer to him.