Author's Note: Thank you all for the amazing reviews! I am mesmerized by the amount of attention these little stories are getting. For those of you who have left prompts, I promise they will be written this week. I loved all your ideas!
Wanted to point out that these stories are not related and they are not in any order. In other words, just because Booth and Brennan reunite here doesn't mean that it's over. Tomorrow's story may be set back at the beginning of their separation. I'm just writing these as the ideas come to me and not planning out any type of timeline.
Thanks again for reading and yes, the angst fairy is visiting again. My apologizes to Brennan, she really has been suffering in these little tales.
Their reunion started with a look. A realization that they were finally standing face to face again. Next came a dazed walk as they unconsciously moved toward one another as if being pulled by an invisible rope.
Then there was an embrace. An embrace that was desperate and fierce, his hands digging into her sides, her fingers clawing at his shoulders. Their tears dripping onto each other's backs.
But then it was over. She had started to apologize and he had told her to stop.
He didn't want to talk about it.
She knew he was angry. She had never seen him this angry.
With one quick peck on her check he was gone. He said he needed space. Time. He was too angry to talk right now.
That's when she had broken down. Had collapsed to her knees in the middle of The Jeffersonian. Because the only thing she needed was for him to understand. Because the last thing she wanted to hear was that he was too angry to speak to her, too angry to hold her and offer her the comfort she had been craving for four months. Because she felt betrayed by the brief moments spent back in his arms.
It was Cam that knelt down beside of her, and cocooned her in the warmth and comfort of her embrace. Trying to assure her that it would be okay. He'd be back. It was all just too much for him to handle. His emotions too difficult for him to understand. She promised that he really did know why she left. He knew that it had been the only way.
They sat on the floor for what felt like hours, Brennan's sobs echoing throughout the empty lab. Cam's whispered reassurances not being heard by anyone, not even their intended audience.
Booth watched, unseen, from the shadows. Thankful that his friend could be there for his partner when he couldn't. He watched them and his anger began to fade. But just as he started to approach them he realized that he just couldn't let go of it yet.
No, she hadn't trusted him. She had taken his daughter. She had stolen their summer. He just wasn't ready to forgive her.
And so instead of running back to her and lifting her off of the floor, instead of making it all better, he simply turned and walked away.
