Jess and I have made a pact (well, we've said it, not really a pact) that we won't read any new fanfics because they are all about the finale – WHICH I HAVEN'T SEEN. It is so very torturous, so I am letting my annoyance out by writing.
Also, I put reference to the episode 'Death of the Queen Bee' in this, but just pretend the 100th episode didn't happen. Hope you enjoy :)
Every reunion Booth had been to in his life, had ended in vastly different ways.
When he was seventeen, he'd tagged along to this big family reunion of his girlfriend at the time. Her aunt and her kids hadn't seen them for ten years or something ridiculous like that; in his opinion, it should have continued. After his girlfriend's mum and her aunt argued over who's fault it was that they hadn't seen each other in so long, the aunt started pushing her sister and soon the two of them fell in the pool. My girlfriend tried to help them at that stage but slipped on a slippery tile and broke her arm in two places. After that, she didn't want to see Booth anymore. He always believed it was because of her embarrassment.
When he met up with Jared again, months after having not seen each other because of a fight, Booth had thought Jared would be furious. Booth had kind of lured Jared to come and meet him at the pub, saying there was something really serious they needed to talk about; there wasn't really anything at all. Jared seemed surprisingly calm when he walked through the door, a bell jingling quietly in the midst of the noise. Booth stood up, a welcoming smile on his face, only to have it knocked off him by Jared's fist. Jared had smiled briefly after that and then sat at the bar, ordering a scotch.
When Brennan had left to go to a dig for six weeks after he'd woken up from his coma; confused, disorientated, in love; he'd waited patiently, wishing the day when she'd get back would hurry up and be there. He'd decided on surprise and it worked. Her eyes had lit up almost instantly and a large smile grew across her features and she noticed his presence. She'd wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close to her; of which he'd had no objection. It had seemed to go smoothly from then on.
When he accompanied Brennan to her high school reunion, it had been torture. He'd had to pretend to be her husband, her lover. He'd had to put on a brave face when she unconsciously tempted herself to him. He'd had to hide the fact that holding her in his arms felt like a dream, but he knew it wasn't because in his dreams, he wasn't aching painfully trying to hide his feelings from her. Afraid that if she found out, she'd run instinctively.
Every reunion was different; and he truly didn't know what he'd expected of this one.
He hadn't expected the warm, loving welcome from her that should have been coming from him.
He hadn't expected her to be sitting in that lonesome corridor, startling him greatly when her hand grasped his wrist.
He hadn't expected her to kiss him like that; God, he hadn't expected her to kiss him at all.
But he was totally okay with it.
He was totally okay that after that amazing reunion they had shared, that she happily settled to just holding his hand in hers as he drove her to meet the waiting Squints at the Jeffersionian.
Brennan must've been feeling especially affectionate. She'd allowed Cam to hug her, Hodgins as well. Angela hadn't given her a choice, grasping her tightly as a few silent tears ran down her cheeks.
"Oh, Bren! I'm so happy you're back!" Angela squealed, "I knew you couldn't have killed him."
Brennan nodded, "me too, Ange. Thankyou all of you."
Angela squealed once more and caught Brennan in a hug once more, Brennan's fingers still entwined with Booth's.
"Okay, I know we're all excited to have Dr Brennan back," Cam said, annoyed once again at having to be the boss, "but we have work to do, Dr Hodgins, Angela."
Hodgins had listened to Cam, unlike Angela, who he'd had to take both of her hands and bring her with him to let go of Brennan.
"So, Bones, is it good to be back?" Booth asked, as she unconsciously led the both of them to her office.
"Yes, it is. I can't thank you enough, Booth."
"Don't thank me; I didn't really do much. It was the Squints," Booth admitted.
Brennan sighed, sitting down on her couch, Booth joining her moments later. She looked at him and he sensed sorrow in her eyes, "that's part of the point I am about to make."
Booth's eyebrows furrowed slightly, his head tilting a little, "what point?"
"Booth," she said sadly, "we need to talk."
I know, I know. I really can't help the cliff hangers; they are just too tempting. Don't hate me; things will turn out eventually (like they will in the actual show, hopefully). Please review and let me know your thoughts.
Em xXxXxxx