And part 2, because I wanted the episode to continue, but didn't want to do so all in one chapter. Chronologically, this takes place after the first chapter!

Apologize for the lame title, btw.

Again, I don't own Bones, and again, do enjoy and please do review! Nobody I know here watches Bones, and I just really have no outlet for my thoughts regarding the episodes... Ugh.
Anyway. Enjoy!


She stood at his door that night. It was past midnight, but she was sure he was still up; how could he sleep, if she couldn't?

Knocking proved to be another difficult step as she raised her hand, then let it fall again.

Was it justified to disturb this partial peace he might have reached with another visit of hers? He had finally gotten some answers; she knew the words he had spoken tonight had been lurking in the background for a while now, every once in a while bubbling up to the surface. Now they had talked about it, as far as it could be called talking, and maybe he had finally gotten some closure. Was it fair to disturb that again?

She didn't have to answer the question as the door swung open.

He stood in the doorway, wearing his pants and a wife beater; a faraway edge of her brain registered his beautifully defined muscles, but her eyes were aimed higher than that.

"I'm sorry."

She didn't know what else to say; there could be countless words, explanations of hows and whys, carefully sought agreements and disagreements. But it all summed up to those two words: I'm sorry.

He nodded.

"So am I."

Then he stepped aside, and she entered. He waited until she was inside, then carefully closed the door behind her.

They stood there indecisively for a while, he at the door and she closer to his couch, both looking at each other.

Somehow, before she was even aware of his and her action, she was in his arms, and he was hugging her fiercely, and she tried to suppress the shivers of delight that his hugs seemed to elicit lately.

"I want to," she whispered into his shoulder. "I really want to."

She felt him nod once more as they stood in their twisted embrace, and she was not surprised as she felt his shoulder wet underneath her face.

When he finally pulled back, she did not attempt to wipe away her tears; she was open, for once, completely open to him, allowing him to see everything, every tiny sliver of emotion, every thought and doubt she'd had.

"We should probably talk about this," he said hoarsely. She agreed. But they did not move, they continued standing there, his hands resting on her shoulders.

"We should."

And then, in a moment of hope – or desperation – she impulsively leaned forward and kissed his cheek, catching the rough stubble that had accumulated during the day.

She closed her eyes as she tasted him once more, savouring the moment, before she, too, pulled back and headed for the couch.

But he took her arm and spun her around, making her face him once more.

"Hey."

And this time, she didn't punch him, she didn't do anything when he approached her, and when he, a breath away from her lips, asked for her silent permission, she granted it.

The feeling was there, the tingles and emotions. But there was no desperation, just silent feelings.

Love.

Soul meets soul on lover's lips...