Sorry for the brief hiatus. I've been busy with exams and my screenwriting course at New York University (which I just completed and it was amazing BTW. My dream of becoming a screenwriter has grown even more). But I'm back! However, this fic might be a little rusty. I gotta get back into the groove of these characters after spending all my time writing my own TV script with my own characters for NYU.
Anyways, I always thought B&B had the cutest reunion moments (their hug in 5x01 for example), so why not have them reunite again?
Booth stands outside of the baggage claim area, constantly checking his phone as minutes tick by at an agonizingly slow pace. Christine wraps her arms around his leg, nimble fingers gripping into his slacks and feet rocking in anticipation. The rush of the airport is a loud clash of rolling suitcases and loved ones reuniting. Booth strains his neck, searching for the only person that matters in this mass of thousands.
His partner. His wife. His Bones.
When Brennan had first told him nearly a month ago that she would be going on a three week book tour to promote her latest book, he almost spit out his coffee. Anytime they spent days, weeks, or months always ached. Their seven months apart with Brennan in the Maluku Islands and Booth in Afghanistan, Brennan on the run, the distance that grew between them when Booth had to reject Brennan's proposal. It is because of those moments that the duo tries to remain inseparable. But Brennan had thrown Booth for a complete curve; it would now be three weeks without waking up next to her or bickering back and forth on their car rides to work or sneaking in chaste kisses when their colleagues weren't looking.
Booth looked back at her with uneasy eyes.
"Three weeks?" He asked, pouting.
"It's not that long of a time, Booth," she replied. "I'll be back before you know it."
"I know, but—"
"Booth, my publicist says this is important. I've been avoiding fan events like these for some time because of our work and Christine. Now's the right time." She leaned forward and kissed the pout right off his mouth. "Plus, just think of how good our reunion will be."
Still slightly dazed from their kiss, he nodded. "Okay, three weeks it is."
The three weeks had flitted by with nonstop texts throughout the day and evening video chats after Booth had put Christine down for the night. The constant conversation between them had been nice, but it was nowhere near the same. Booth could only picture the way she might have giggled at some of his texts while blushing at others. 'I love you' didn't hold the same meaning through blocked letters to the way it does when she whispers it into his ear at one a.m. before sleep renders her lips immovable.
But, the three weeks have finally come to a much awaited end. Brennan is coming home.
It really isn't that long of a time—three weeks. But this is Brennan, and everything starts and stops when it comes to her. He had once led a life without her, except it has faded into a blurred memory of sniper rifles and unclear visitation rights of his son. His constant is now her. Even in moments when he thought all had been lost between them—a bullet to his chest, a tumor in his brain, her telling him no after he took a gamble and kissed her outside of the Hoover building, him bringing home Hannah—they have always prevailed.
Booth's hand fidgets with a white poster board, feeling the smooth paper between his fingers. Being the romantic he is, he and Christine had made a sign for Brennan like one straight out of a cliché romcom. In his neatest handwriting possible, he scribed 'BONES' across the poster board while Christine drew in mini skeletons.
He looks down at his phone one last time. 11:30 a.m. "Come on," he mutters. She is supposed to arrive any second, and Booth's impatience grows. He just wants the love of his life back by his side.
As if fate had heard him, he sees a flash of her brown hair moving into view. He holds up the sign, breaking into a smile as Christine lets go of his leg and rushes towards her mom. Brennan finds Christine first, letting go of her suitcase and scooping her baby girl into her arms. She presses a smattering of kisses to Christine's head before looking further ahead and seeing Booth.
She breaks into a smile that's so wide, Booth's not sure how her face doesn't hurt.
He walks over to his little family, still holding up the sign.
"What is that?" Brennan asks, her beam growing, as her eyes flit towards the poster board.
"Christine and I wanted to make sure you could find us, so we made this." Booth says with a smile.
"Do you like it, Mommy?" Christine asks, eyes wide with a need for reassurance
"I love it," Brennan replies surely, "and I love you." She presses another kiss to her daughter's forehead.
"Plus," Booth continues, "I think it's pretty romantic."
"It is," Brennan shifts Christine to her left side and leans closer.
Booth drops the sign to his feet and moves to meet his wife's lips before stopping.
Brennan's eyebrows twist. "What?"
"I don't think our little monkey needs to see this," he laughs before bringing his right hand up to cover Christine's eyes and then brushing his lips against Brennan's.
"Daddy," Christine complains as she tries to pull at his hand.
Booth ignores his daughter momentarily, pressing his mouth harder to his wife's. She happily obliges, her lips forming a smile under his. It's this that he has missed the most: the physical reminders of how much they love each other. Their relationship has always shared a connection that extends beyond the spoken word. It was before they could kiss, when their meeting eyes was enough at the time. Now, it is how her lips were seemingly made to fit his.
At the sound of another one of his daughter's protests, Booth reluctantly pulls his head back and drops down his hand. Christine wriggles her way out of Brennan's grip and slides back onto her feet, picking up their sign that Booth had dropped while Brennan grabs her suitcase. Booth holds out his hand and feels Brennan's fingers intertwine with his as Christine leads the way back to their car.
He quickly leans over and presses a chaste kiss to Brennan's lips. She looks back at him with her ever-so-mesmerizing eyes that have captivated him since the day they first met. It's the way her smile gets trapped in their shades of blue, a joy that makes all of her features seem much more vibrant.
He swears he's falling in love all over again.
"So, Bones," he says, "are you ready to go home?"
"I already am home, Booth." She smiles, squeezing his hand tighter. "Home is wherever you are."
I really will try to keep up with regular updates again.
