A/N: Yes I know I haven't updated and I'm a terrible person…hopefully not. All I can say is ugh prom is next week…so yeah. I have the next few chapters written so here's some of it.
Booth was stunned his son made him feel utterly horrible. Bones came into the living room and picked up her science journal she'd discarded earlier to finish reading it. His next move wasn't exactly his smartest. Yelling at her was something he should have thought twice about.
"Are you even going to go talk to him!!" He was angry now most definitely.
"I already did." She said sounding exhausted as possible. ", But he shouldn't have spoken like that to you. Even though I know why he did it was still uncalled for."
The whole time she had spoken she'd never once met her eyes. She stood from the couch and seemed intent on exiting this tense conversation as fast as she could. He anger had lessened one bit. He was still yelling.
"Can't you even look at me!?" she just looked up and sighed.
"I'm going to bed. If you plan on yelling at me anymore I suggest you sleep on the couch." She was turned and walking away now.
"By the way I'm taking a trip to Dallas tomorrow afternoon I'm leaving. I wasn't going to, but I think it's best if I do. If Tristan's temper is still high tomorrow morning I'll take him with me. I'll be back Sunday night."
No! no, no he thought. I'm losing her. She wants to 'think' about leaving me. So, he choked out the only reply he couls muster.
"What time's your flight?"
"4, but don't worry Angela's taking me." He isn't even arguing it.
"I love you."
"Yeah Seeley, I know."
The boys were in bed now. Booth was outside the closed door to the bedroom he shared with her. He finally got the courage and walked in. Before he noticed she was in front of him and taking his hand. So he asked, "are we going to discuss Tristan's behavior calmly?"
"no." she sighed and stepped away. "Maybe tomorrow. I don't want to talk about that roght now."
"Bones, come here, please."
She turned and he was closer than she had expected. "Stay here." He said.
"I need to know what you're thinking. It's killing me to not know. I just…please don't go tomorrow."
"I don't know if I can anymore. I'm tired of fighting even if they are over stupid things. The boys they hear us and they wonder what's wrong. It hurts me though and you have no idea how much. We fight, you walk out the door who am I to know if you're going to come back? I can't deal with that anymore." She pushed him against the wall weakly. "and I just hate it so much!" she moved to push him again and that's when he noticed the tears in her eyes.
He caught her hands, and against her protests wrapped his arms around her. "shh Bones, I love you. I'm so sorry. I promise it'll be okay. Just let me hold you." She didn't want to fight so she let him. They didn't discuss Dallas, or Tristan anymore that night they just went to bed. He held onto her that night as if she might slip away. A few hours later she turned in his arms to face him, and he grumbled his protest of being woken.
"Booth?"
"hmm?"
She turned his sleepy face to look at her. "I love you, too." Satisfied he kissed her gently and they slept through the rest of that night.