Here's a lovely oneshot that came to me on my trip. It's placed somewhere in season 5, containing some minor spoilers that I read. While I don't own Bones I did borrow the characters temporarily for our enjoyment.
Your Hand in Mine
Brennan's POV
The first time his hand slipped into mine, I was a little shocked, I certainly hadn't expected it. We'd just been walking down the sidewalk on the way to the Founding Fathers for lunch and I'd been telling him that Russ's little girl, Haley, cystic fibrosis was getting bad. Our hands had brushed a couple of times because like usual we were walking close together, but I'd said something about wishing I could do more her and he'd simply slipped his hand into my.
My first instinct was to pull away but he laced his fingers with mine and squeezed, telling me that I was already providing her with the best doctors and care and that was available. I realized that I should just relax; he was holding it to comfort me.
Surprisingly I was comforted. His hand was large and all encompassing around my smaller hand. I could feel the calluses on his fingers and the inside of his palms from his gun practice and his workout routine. They weren't rough on my hands though just reminders of his work.
My hand fit so comfortably inside his my fingers in between his comfortably spaced, and resting on the back of his hand. Even when he he started to rub the back of my hand with his thumb I was just smiled.
We've been through a lot in the last year, between his brain surgery and resulting coma. There have been strains in our partnership as we've struggled to figure out where we are as partners, friends, and possibly something more. I've helped him relearn things that he's been certain he knew how to do, both on and off the job. And in the process I've learned about myself, some things that I never would have believed five years ago.
So our relationship was progressing at it's incredibly slow incredibly convoluted pace. Today we'd stepped up to hand holding. At least it's going in the right direction, and I've managed to surprise myself, I like holding Booth's hand.
Booth's POV
We've held hands on multiple occasions, but I've always put my hand into hers. The best time though was when she slid her hand into mine. We were walking in the park after I'd convinced her that she needed a break. We'd gone to the nearest park because it was probably the last nice day of the summer. I bought us both ice cream cones and we began to stroll through the park.
I was telling her a story about Parker and the girl he liked and we were laughing. She was smiling telling me a story for her childhood when she slipped her hand into mine. Her smaller softer fingers lacing with mine.
I was always surprised at the amount of strength that her hand displays every time I hold it. Such strength in those delicate fingers that hold the bones that she understands so well with such grace. Strength that you would never would have guessed was there when her fingers fly over her keyboard penning her next novel.
Those fingers always squeeze back when I give a gentle squeeze, those fingers that have been there to help me when I need them. Those are the fingers that held mine while she waited for me for come out of a coma, and the fingers that have allowed me to relearn all the things that I forgot.
Those are the fingers that have stuck around to allow me to relearn her. All the interesting things that are uniquely Bones right down to the face she makes when she says, "I don't know what that means." Those fingers have the strength to stick it out, allowing me to hold them to comfort her and hold them when I need comfort.
But right now she's holding my hand, because she's happy and she's enjoying this moment. And maybe just maybe she likes holding my hand.
Cute and fluffy as per usual. Reviews?