Sooo people asked for more and here you have the second (and most likely last) chapter. I chose another five for fighting song- maybe. I'm not sure how I like this one...i have mixed feelings on it. so if you like let me know! if not...let me know, and why so i can improve! love ya all lots!

Annnnd I don't own bones. no money being made from this (still a poor college kid) and no infringment intended.

You were right

You came over me

What'd never been before

You slid under my door and now I find

A Reason to admit I've been too lazy

She awoke slowly groaning as her stiff joints creaked in protest to her movement. Slowly cracking her neck she scrambled to remember what had led to her fitful sleep, the last thing she could remember was being in Booth's Tahoe after their last case and….Booth. Her eyes glistened with tears as she looked down at the throw tangled in her limbs and shook her head slowly. When was she going to let him in on exactly how much she had come to depend on him, how far she had let him into her private world?

But in this light

In this atmosphere

I'm starting to believe

The other side of me but who's to know

Honey... surely one of us is crazy

She suddenly grinned and pulled her knees to her chest, curling her arms around them and resting her chin in the crevice where her knees met. Booth had come into her life despite her brick walls and obstacles and he made her be freer. He made her happy and reminded her of a simpler life, a life before her parents had left her alone in the world and before she had known the true feeling of pain. She fought violently against this change; it went against all her years of building her defense mechanisms. She couldn't tell what scared her more- that this intrusion of her personal barriers had happened or that she kind of liked it.

Maybe I... I'm not so easily stung

Maybe I... I got some love for someone

Maybe I... I'm not the story for you

Maybe I... I'll be the do you ought to do

Was she as tough as she liked to think? She was damaged and scarred both emotionally and physically, that much she was painfully aware of; but did that mean she was incapable of love? She talked the good talk, how irrational and impossible love was but the truth was; the more she found herself head over heels the more violently she denied it, it was her thing. She may not be what had been categorized as his 'type' but she was hoping that the old saying she learned from Angela 'opposites attract' might hold true for once in her life. Because if she and Booth were anything…it was opposites.

So now I stand

I never stood before

What's better left unsaid is done, buried and dead and you're alive

Girl I think you might just stay the night

Booth suddenly felt stupid. Standing at the door to his partner's apartment, only hours after he had left her asleep in her bed, he felt nervous and tense. He had been to her apartment a thousand times before, even been blown up by one of her kitchen appliances but he couldn't shake the feeling that this was different somehow, in some way. He had come here under the pretense of breakfast, hoping to lure her away from the solitary lifestyle she insisted on for a morning, make her see. As he knocked on the door he realized suddenly why he felt so strange and anxious, despite all the different reasons he told himself this time was different. All those things he swore he would never burden her with had become too much to bear and he found himself struggling to keep it together without her knowing. He was hoping it would be enough for her…for them.

Maybe I... I'm not so easily stung

Maybe I... I got some love for someone

Maybe I... I'll write a story for you

Maybe I... I'll be the do you ought to do

As the door swung open he knew he was done for. He couldn't let one more day pass with her under the illusion of their 'just partners' or whatever bullshit they had cooked up. No this was real and he would paint her a picture, write her a short story to illustrate it if he had to. Anything to show her that he was worth the chance, worth the risk. He began his explanation haltingly, stuttering and slurring some words together in his obvious nervousness. Shaking the nerves aside he melted back into the smooth talking, totally in love man he was as he got more passionate about his cause. If he had thought explaining this to her was the hardest thing he would ever do he was wrong because the wait for her response? Even harder.

I'm not trying to take it easy

I'm not trying to help you see

I'm not trying to take us over

I'm just trying to believe

Her words were deafening in the way they caused him pleasure and despair at the same time, how was that even possible? She had been remarkably receptive to his notion and even hinted that she might someday return the feeling but her fear of losing herself had kicked in and she had refused to acknowledge it for anything more than a shadow of what it was. His heart sank and his smile was forced as he nodded and turned to leave. When she called out to him that she wasn't trying to sabotage what they had, she just needed time to recognize what exactly that was. She needed time to believe. And the grin he wore as he spun to face her was anything but forced. She needed reasons to believe what he had to offer was real and he was ready to spend every moment till his dying breath proving exactly that. Some might call him crazy and maybe he was, but there was no woman he would rather be crazy over than this one. He took another look into her eyes and pulled her into a passionate embrace, his arms pulling her closer and molding their bodies together. He drew a ragged breath before capturing her lips in his own and showing her that there is no time like the present for exploring new options and she showed him that she was more open to the 'love' concept then she let on. As they stood there, their passionate actions speaking what words could not they both knew that it would work out. They could do this.

Maybe I... I'll be your heaven above

Maybe I... I'll write a story for two

Maybe I... I'll be the do that you do