It's not what it's meant to be
All of the longing and the distance in between
Oh I want you
Living inside a dream
Is there an ending
Cause I can barely breathe
Oh I want you
Here with me
Someday
The story comes true
And while I wait
I'm reaching out to you
Satellites
Moving under the stars tonight
Pulling closer into the light
Two lovers so far
Away
Close your eyes
And imagine I'm in your sight
Sending wishes and taking flight
Lovers will find
A way
Do you feel like you're in control
There is a limit to what gravity can hold
Do you want me
How do you ever choose
Between the present and the future you can't prove
Do you want me
Here with you
Somehow
The story comes true
And while I wait
I'm reaching out to you
Satellites Matthew Perryman Jones
Beyond the circumstances Brodsky case brought Temperance some kind of peace. Her inner turmoil seemed to slow down. She needed Booth to be in her realm – she understood it now. It didn't mean that she was week, dependent woman. She valued more than ever the ancient concept of love. Greeks had four words for love: eros, philia, storge and agape. Each definition seemed to be accurate in their case. Eros means passionate love, sensual desire, longing. However, Plato made his own definition, in which physical attraction was just a starting point for the contemplation and admiration of beauty within a person one felt attracted. That feeling could lead to admiration of beauty as universal concept. Philia is generally known as term to define friendship. Aristotle explained it as dispassionate virtuous love, which included loyalty to family, friends, and community and requires virtue. Storge, which means affection, wasn't commonly used in ancient Greek and it expressed natural affection between family members. Agape means unconditional love, as she could remember in ancient Greek the word describe affection, high regard for someone or even being content. The Christian used the term as sacrificial love. Temperance wasn't happy with its use in theology but it was necessary addition, because it gave deeper meaning of unconditional love. The feelings between them were never easy to describe. She liked the idea that those concepts might give her an explanation and was eager to try this theory. At the beginning there was irrefutable physical attraction. Slowly they seemed to pass that point and saw each other inner beauty. They became friends, which were ready to give their own life for each other. They grew to be a family. She understood now that she lost the opportunity to add a new dimension to their relationship, so she wanted to protect their bond in any other aspect. When they met after seven months she was so joyful, she had missed him, she hugged him first and then she lost that feeling with two little questions. She didn't plan to tell anything special, but certainly didn't expect he would have a girlfriend as serious as heart attack. So she tried to be the best friend, however most of the time Booth wasn't interested in anything she did or said, that wasn't connected to a case they were currently working. Temperance didn't know also how to interact with Booth, social skills weren't her area of expertise it was Booth's. However after that night and shooting, there was some kind of unspoken agreement between them to find modus vivendi as close as possible to their old routine and it worked. It would take time but there was hope for them. They solved the case and went to have traditional drinks. They were as always discussing how, who and why. Temperance got also some kind of declaration that he wasn't going anywhere. If she were Booth, she would just say Baby we are back.
She should have added or maybe we weren't, maybe we were just half way or nearly at the end of hope. It took: one night of heavy drinking for Sweets and Booth and one rejected marriage proposal to shake her new found equilibrium. She was watching him for more than half an hour before she entered Funding Fathers. There was a broken man at the bar. She tried to be supportive, but obviously she did it wrong. She got an ultimatum just partners or nothing. Where was the man who told her he wasn't going anywhere? Instead there was an angry one, angry with her, so angry that he considered abandoning her. There was no choice take it or leave it, not for her. The Latin expression in vino veritas was correct to define his words. He told her she was one of the women he loved. It didn't matter the exact words wasn't used to describe their relation or the whole Booth's I'm done speech implied this love was in the past. She cared for him enough to stay and swallow her own pain. There were no words needed. She took a shot, then another and another. On their way out she whispered Here is your evidence Booth I'm here. He probably didn't hear her; nevertheless he wasn't able to figure out what she was trying to tell.
After few days she came to the Hoover with some paper work. It was late and it was dark outside. Most of the agents finished their work, but some were still in their offices. She got a text from Booth; he had a meeting and asked her to wait for him. She smiled bitterly when she was answering. Those few days were exhausting, because of the amount of paper work and obligatory meetings for the Jeffersonian staff and board regarding budget cuts. It seems that she was stuck waiting for everything these days. She was waiting for her intern's first drafts of dissertations, the shipment of very interesting 17th century mummy from Italy, Russ, who was supposed to call about his visit, a new case and of course Booth to overcome his breakup with Hannah. She put manila folders on his desk and turned off the main light and sat in his chair. She needed a break. She didn't sleep well couple of nights because of those strange dreams, which came back after the short pause and coffee didn't work anymore. She closed her eyes just for few minutes. The silence was soothing; she slowly drifted in state between sleep and consciousness. Unfortunately, she heard loud laugh, which brought her back to awareness.
-No, I'm not kidding, he broke up with this reporter, you know the Blondie. I heard Sweets talking with him. Now it all makes sense to me, Booth yelling, that she was no suicidal and then running like mad man couple weeks ago.
-No way, the cold fish tried something like that seriously, think for one a second, she's unable to feel, she doesn't care for anything but her remains. Have you ever been at a crime scene when she's there? The only thing she pays attention is a skeleton, she ignores everybody with little exception of course for Seely. He acts like her privet driver, bodyguard and translator, but she never gives him credit for anything. Although he saved her life so many times that no one can count. She's like poisoned flower, I must say beautiful, but if you touch deadly dangerous.
-That's what you get when your own family abandoned you and your father is a murderer. By the way, the infamous daddy is in on the suspect list again. Though I know what I heard. Poor Seely, he's stuck again with her out of pity. She is like form other planet, even he thinks so, because he said she didn't find her missing link with humanity while she was away. Her life is miserable, beyond the work there is nothing, she can be famous and rich but no one wants her. Can you imagine?
Temperance was frozen. These women were talking about her and laughing. They knew nothing about her and still made those assumptions. It was like high school again. She wasn't famous Dr. Brennan, bestselling author, just freak foster girl, sitting in the corner, forgotten by her family, trying so hard to be strong on her own. She knew that Booth didn't think about her as a charity case. He was her friend. However, maybe he had been in the past, but now he might not be anymore. He was angry, might even hate her, so it was possible. Her train of thoughts was now in express mode. That offer - just partners, he said that he loved what they were doing, so it was about the job, not her. He was prepared to dissolve their partnership. Did he want to be free from her? It was possible that nobody wanted her, even as a work partner? Did it mean that she would die loveless and alone? Did Booth really think she needs to find her missing link to humanity? Breathe Temperance, just breath no need to panic, you heard it before, nothing new. There is no need to torture yourself about it. I'm Dr. Temperance Brennan…
-Shut up you two! I don't know who gave you permission to talk about me and my partner. You do know nothing absolutely nothing about me and Bones! Don't you dare gossiping around about things you have no idea. Get out!
Booth's uproar made Temperance return from her reverie. She wanted to get out of Hoover as quickly as possible. It seemed her body was beyond control; her breathing was erratic and hands shaking. She stood up quickly, too quickly. The last thing she needed now was fainting. She couldn't stand anymore, so she slowly leveled her body to the floor. She was behind Booth's desk, crumpled into small ball, desperately trying to gain control.
-Bones?
