Wow, a new chapter in a day! I must really like you guys, and I must be really elated from passing my French exam. By the way, I've decided to give this story a sound track, so that's going to be interesting and a bit song-ficish. This chapter is going to be fluffier than a kitten wrapped in a bunny rabbit.
Brennan decided to stay in the lab that night. She had some work to do anyway, and there was no point in going home. She fell asleep at her computer, drooling over the keyboard.
She's in an empty house and there's a man pointing a gun at her. She just keeps thinking 'Booth'll come. He always comes.' But he doesn't, she's staring down the barrel of the gun and with a bang it hits her in the chest and she falls to the floor. Her eyes are closed and she's bleeding heavily. The man's laughing. She's looking at her own body, dead on the floor. Booth comes in and falls down at her body. "Bones, no!" He's crying and cradling her corpse ands she's yelling to him. "I'm here! I'm alive!" But he can't hear her; he just keeps crying "Bones! Bones…"
"…Bones!"
"What?" Brennan peeled her cheek off the keyboard and blinked in the bright light.
"You fell asleep at your computer, Bones. What's wrong, you haven't stayed at work all night for ages. Is everything all right?"
"Yes, I just didn't feel like going home."
Booth sat down in the same spot on the sofa Angela had sat on earlier. "Why not."
"Well, I had some work to do and I just didn't seem practical."
Booth sighed. "Bones, you can't just got go home. You need to sleep. And have you even eaten yet?"
"No, I forgot. I'm really sorry, but I had an argument with Angela earlier."
"About what?"
"Well," Should I tell him? "About you"
Booth furrowed his eyebrows. "What about me?"
"She thinks that you think I'm mad at you for kissing me but I said that it's not rational and then I threw things at her." Brennan said it all in one breath.
"Slow down, Bones! You can breath between words. Wait, so you're not mad at me?"
"Why would I be?"
She was so sweet and naïve sometimes. "Because, well never mind." he gazed into her soft brow eyes and got lost like he often did.
"What's wrong?" He snapped back to reality.
"Nothing's wrong, I was just thinking again." He smiled. Why am I doing this, am I trying to fool her, or fool myself? He got up. "Actually no, I'm not alright. I'm sorry Bones, but I don't know who I'm trying to kid anymore." And he swooped down on her in her computer chair and kissed her, but instead of pushing away like he expected, she kissed back with a force to rival his own. She wrapped her arms around his neck again and he lifted her up off the chair until they where both standing there, oblivious to anyone else in the world.
They broke apart and thought the kiss had stopped, Brennan's head kept spinning. "Wow" was all she could say.
"Please don't tell me that didn't mean nothing, because if you do, I won't believe you."
"That was definitely something." She shook her head to clear it. Wow, was that what I was missing? If I had known I was missing that, I would never have said those stupid things in the first place. She kissed him again, softly this time, and the world spun again.
They broke apart, but kept their heads close together, noses touching. Then Booth spoke. "Would you freak out if I told you I love you?" he whispered, his voice gentle and caring.
Brennan didn't need to think. "No" She whispered back.
"Then I love you" he kissed her lips quickly.
"I love you too." She mirrored the action, but then pulled away. "Which is why I have to go." She grabbed her coat and hurried towards the door.
"Wait." He grabbed her wrist, desperation in his voice. She turned round to look at him, she was crying silently. "Why?"
"Because you deserve someone better than me. You deserve someone funny and beautiful and…" She faded away.
He pulled her closer. She could have easily broken his wrist by now, but she hadn't, that had to be worth something. "If you think I deserve someone beautiful, then why are you leaving?" He smiled at her and she smiled half-heartedly back, but still pulled at her arm for him to let go. He held on tight; he had made a decision when he kissed her to never let go.
"I mean that you deserve someone whole, not damaged like I am."
Why did she have to be so difficult? "I want you." He pulled him into a hug and cried into his chest. He breathed in the sent of her hair and kissed her head.
"Let me go." She cried softly, trying feebly to pull away.
"I promised myself I wouldn't."
"But you'll break that promise, I know. Everyone I love always leaves me."
So that's the reason she won't let me get too close. "I promise, I will never ever leave you. I love you and I don't want to let you go." He felt closer to her than he had ever been, with her pouring her heart out to him, finally saying what she thought. I'm finally breaking through her barriers.
"Well you're going to have to." Insecurity welled up inside him. Did she still not believe him? "You're holding me too tight, I can't really breathe." He laughed and let go.
They kissed gently and the she asked "Booth, can you take me home now?"
"Sure." And he grabbed her soft, slender hand. They walked away, her head on his shoulder. There was no need to talk; the touch said everything they needed to.
Back at Brennan's apartment, they sat on the sofa, cuddled up together. The radio played quietly as they sat and worked- well, Brennan worked, bless her, the little workaholic. Booth just watched her and stroked her hair. The radio was playing a soft song and Booth felt Temperance rock slowly to the beat against his chest. The song ended and a presenter's voice came out of the radio, slightly muffled. Temperance looked up from her writing and smiled at Booth, shifting slightly to get closer to him.
He had wanted to stay, even if they didn't talk. They seemed to say so much without speaking at the moment. A song came out of the radio again. Booth smiled with its impeccable timing.
I've
been thinkin 'bout
All the times you told me…
"Listen, Bones" He jogged her and she put her head up and laughed quietly. "Come," He stood up and grabbed her hand.
She laughed again. "What, Booth?" She put down her laptop and he pulled her into him. They started slowly dancing on the spot. "No, Booth. Come on!" She protested lamely, but not really pulling away.
… If
you keep comin back for more
Then I'll keep on tryin'
Keep
on tryin'…
He whispered the lyrics to her, they where so close that their noses almost touched. Her cheeks were tinged with pink and she stared right into his eyes.
…And I
feel so satisfied when
I can see you smile
I want to confide
in…
"You don't know how much these words really mean." Whispered Booth.
…I'll come shinin', through…
"I do Seely, I really do." And their mouths locked together again and the song continued, them still revolving on the spot.
…Keep
on tryin', I'm
Tired of cryin'
I got to find a way
To
get on home to you
The final chords played and they broke apart once more. Temperance's stomach growled. "You still haven't eaten yet." Murmured Booth.
"It doesn't matter, my body can sustain long periods of starvation." The pink tinged turned a glowing red and she pulled away from him. "I have work to do." She went to pick up her laptop, but Booth was to quick for her.
"No you don't." He said, snatching it away from her hands. "You sit right there and I'm going to make you some food."
"Booth, you don't have to protect me. I'm a perfectly capable young woman, who doesn't need a male to look after her."
Booth sighed and put his hands on her slender shoulders. "I'm not doing it because I want to protect you, I'm doing it because I love you." And he kissed her. She melted into his arms and he pushed her onto the sofa before dashing over to the kitchen.
"That's not fair!" She whined like a little toddler. "I wasn't ready, you took advantage of me!"
Booth put on a cheeky grin. "All's fair in love and war, Bones."
She threw something at him. Luckily, it wasn't a heavy paperweight, but just a piece of screwed up paper. He dodged and grinned again. "No need to turn violent." She made a face at him.
He ducked down to the cupboards, stared inside, frowned and turned to the fridge. She didn't seem to have much, mainly cans and vegetarian ready meals. It worried him, was she eating properly at home? He found some flour, eggs and milk and resigned to making pancakes.
"Hey, Bones!" he called. "How do you feel about pancakes?" No answer. "Bones?" He walked over to the sofa and say her lying there, curled up and breathing softly. It melted his heart to see her like this. Gently, Booth picked up her sleeping form. Her head lolled to one side and her hair spilled over his arms. He would make pancakes for breakfast.
He deposited her in her bed, softly pulling the covers over her, like he did if Parker fell asleep in front of the TV. She sighed and clutched onto the covers, but did not wake.
He walked back into the living room and noticed the radio was still on, playing a song from some British band. He smiled, the it seemed they always knew the right thing for what he was thinking. He thought about how true the lyrics were.
…How can it be that we can
say so much without
without words…
It felt so true, he felt like he new everything about her. And how the simple touch of her hand could tell him that she loved him so much better than any words could ever do it.
…I've got to be near you,
Every night, every day,
I couldn't be happy, any other way…
Didn't he crave to be close to her, loving the time they spent together? Things were different with her.
…It must be love, love, love…
It must.
R&R