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Chapter 4 Her Story

Later Friday Morning

They were sitting together on the couch holding hands and drifting. They had decided that clothes were a bother they didn't need, so he had lit a fire making the room warm enough for them. They were comfortable with each other; the sexual tension was gone; all of the awkwardness they had come to feel was gone. Each felt like an open book with the other only needing to ask what was on that particular page. Booth leaned over to her and pulling her in tight into his chest said "Bones you amaze me. You always have. You went into foster care at fifteen and still managed to become the worlds leading anthropologist and best selling author. While my childhood was bad I don't think I could have accomplished all of that."

"Booth you did very well for yourself. I don't think I could have done what you have done either. When I first went into foster care I felt like a candle in a hurricane. I was alone and helpless. There were some days that were good, some not so good and some down right horrid. I remember when I was first there I had to share a room with a girl name Sunshine. I thought it was a funny name but she told me her parents had been hippies, what ever that was. Anyway we would sneak out and walk around window shopping. She really liked clothes and wanted to be a fashion designer. One day I came home from school and she was gone. I asked for reason, they told me I didn't need any. So there I was alone and helpless again."

He saw tears starting to fall but she wiped them away with the back of her hand. "Bones, you don't need to go through this. I don't need to hear it."

"Yes Booth you do, just like I need to hear your story. It makes us who we are and tells how we got to this time and place. Anyway you only stay at a foster care home for around six months because they don't want you to make any emotional connections. Some of the families were fine and I wanted to stay with them, but all too soon my six months were up. Some were awful and I couldn't wait for the six months to be over. There were time when the abuse at those homes were mental and other times it would be physical. Once there was even an attempted sexual assault."

At the mention of this she felt his muscles contract and go into his protective mode. "Don't worry Booth I said an attempted sexual assault. One of my foster fathers's came into my room one night, put his hand over my mouth and tried to get my pajama bottom off. He had it down to my knees when he loosened his hand just enough for me to scream. His wife just happened to be walking by my door, and open it quickly to see if I was ok. She saw he husband on top of me, with my pants down and hit him so hard he fell off the bed. He took one look at her and ran out of my room. He told her I had come on to him, and she believed him. The next morning she dragged me down to social services and told them I was a whore who had tempted her husband and she wanted me out of her house that day. It was ok; I went to temporary care and aged out before another home could be found."

He was concerned all of this had been said with little emotion. "Bones why aren't you mad or even upset about this? Did you file a complaint; did you give them your side of the story?"

"Yes I gave them my side of the story, they didn't believe me. No I did not file a complaint, what good would it do no one believed me. I'm not upset about it anymore because it happened so long ago, I locked it away. I need to keep it emotionless to keep my own sanity. Booth I have never trusted anyone with this part of my time in the foster system. It scared me. If my Father found out you know what he would do. I really need for you to promise me we can put this away, not ever re-visit it again." Grabbing his hands she began to frantically beg "Please promise, please, please I need you to do this, please, please…"

Pulling her into his lap so he could give her small kisses he said "I" kiss "promise" kiss "I" kiss "will" kiss "keep" kiss "this" kiss "secret" kiss "for" kiss "the" kiss "rest" kiss "of" kiss "our" kiss "lives." kiss "I" kiss "love" kiss "you" kiss "to" kiss "much" kiss "to" kiss "ever" kiss "do" kiss "any" kiss "thing" kiss "to" kiss "bring" kiss "you" kiss "pain" kiss "or" kiss "sorrow."

Kissing him she went on in a small voice "when I aged out I had learned one thing when push comes to shove you learn what you're made of. You might bend, till you break because it's all you can take. You get mad you get strong, and you stand. Every time you get up and get back in the race, one more small piece of you starts to fall into place and you stand. I learned to stand and lean on no one. Booth we have wasted so many years, but we have so many ahead of us. In the last four years I have learned I don't need to stand alone anymore, I have learned to lean on you." By the time she had finished her voice had returned to its full tones.

With his full mega watt smile he asked her "so tell me Bones, now that I am helping you stand did you use me as a pattern for Andy?"

"If I say yes do I get my gun permit?"

"No."

"Then the answer is no."

"Come here you…" his words were swallowed in their kisses. Their kisses went on for a very long time and eventually they broke the sound barrier with their combined sounds of joy.
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The inspiration for this chapter was Stand – Blair Daly and Danny Orton

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