This one was inspired by a late night twitter conversation w/ 2 lovely Bones fic writing friends, Sunsetdreamer and RositaLG. After you read this, look up their work. They are both amazing writers. If you'd like to participate in some of these late night conversations, look me up on twitter. The little at symbol doesn't work here, but I'm at some1tookmename (It's just a little different than my name here. Ironically, someone on twitter took my name!)

Also, in this one I broke one of my own fic writing pet peeves: there is A LOT of script from the show in this entry. Normally I don't like that. If I saw it on TV, I don't need to rehash it word for word in the story. But for this one, I felt like it was needed to set the scene. I hope it works for you. Enjoy!

Harbingers in the Fountain- Booth saves Brennan from the doctor

She was trying to catch her breath when he crouched down next to her.

"Bones! You all right? You okay?"

"Yeah. I'm alright. I'm okay." She was reeling. That had been too close.

"Bones! Your arm! Look!"

"Oh god." She knew better but her brain went into automatic pilot and she grasped the handle to pull the weapon out.

"No! Don't pull it out! Don't touch that!"

She yanked it out of her arm, tossing it down beside her as Booth immediately covered the wound, one arm around her, holding her injured arm with both hands.

"Bones! Easy. I gotcha. I gotcha. It's going to be all right, alright? Alright." He was babbling, trying to keep his head on straight and his panic under control.

"Thank you" she whispered, grabbing his wrist and clutching it tightly.

He held her close, rested his chin on her head. "Easy. The ambulance is on it's way, okay?"

"Okay. You have to keep the pressure on the wound." It hurt so much.

"Okay, I got it. I got it. Just relax. Just trust me, alright?" She nodded, closing her eyes. "I'll take care of you. Ssshhh. Breathe. I'll take care of you." She curled further into him then, so he kept spouting comfort. "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. I got you." Without thinking, the words coasting out of his mouth on a crest of thankfulness and reassurance, he kissed her head and said "I got you, Baby."

She heard him. She heard him clearly and she just didn't care. Right there, in his embrace, she just couldn't care about how he felt or how she felt or what was crossing any lines. She just didn't care.

Her metaphorical heart had taken a hit much worse than her arm. She'd nearly lost him. The brain tumor and then the coma. And when he woke up he believed in a life she'd dare to dream for them. A life that wasn't real and never would be. Never could be.

But in that moment, that moment where she was hurt but safe and in his arms and he kissed her head and called her "Baby?" She would pretend. She would indulge, just this once. For this brief instant she would believe he would always be there, that he would always save her and that he wasn't confused. That he loved her…the way she was starting to understand that she loved him.

She knew they'd never talk about it. There was so much they never talked about.

She heard the ambulance wailing closer and she knew her moment was almost over.

He was still whispering. "I'd never let anything happen to you. You know that, right? I'm always here. I'm here, okay? I got you. You're going to be fine. I'm not going anywhere. You're safe. I promise. You're safe."

So she held on a little bit tighter, turned in a little bit closer, buried her face a little further into his chest until the paramedics arrived.

And the moment was gone.

~End~

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