AN: I think this song is a perfect compromise to the marriage/no marriage debate. The song is by Rosemary Clooney and it's sweet and endearing. And now, finally, we get to the real reason why Sully's a loser.
Chapter 28 Be My Life's Companion
Want no silver threads among the gold.
Want no silver threads among the gold.
"I don't know what that means." Temperance insisted, frustrated at the song's introductory lyrics.
"It means I don't want any substitutes for the best. Gold's the best."
Want no silver threads; want some action instead.
Want no silver threads among the gold.
"Oh." The anthropologist furrowed her brow, intent on understanding his song choice.
"You're gold."
"Oh." Her surprise was unhidden and gave him a thrill of excitement to see the red creeping up her cheeks. If there was one thing he would never tire of it was telling Temperance she was beautiful.
Be my life's companion, and you'll never grow old.
I'll love you so much that you'll never grow old.
When there's joy in living, you just never grow old.
You've got to stay young, 'cause you'll never grow old.
They managed to refrain from talking, just taking in the song and the beautiful scenery as the Mustang expertly handed the curves of the rural roads.
People who are lonely are old at 33.
Don't let it happen to you; don't let it happen to me.
"Marriage or not, Temperance, I want to be your companion for as long as you'll have me." He was completely serious now, resisting the urge to watch her for a sign of understanding or fear.
Be my life's companion, and you'll never grow old.
You'll never grow old, no, you'll never grow old.
Love and youth and happiness are yours to have and hold.
Be my life's companion, and you'll never grow old.
Dozens of thoughts swirrelled wildly in Temperance's mind. She'd never had someone love her as Booth did, promise to care for her like Booth had. She was used to men wanting to change who she was or what she did, how she acted or dressed or spoke. But never had a man, or anyone for that matter, simply accepted her, loved her without conditions.
I know a man who's lonely, and he's old at 33.
No one wants to be old at 33.
Your disposition sours like a lemon on a tree.
Don't let it happen to you, and don't let it happen to me.
"I don't want to be like Sully." His head whipped toward her painfully, shocked at the words she spoke.
"I don't know what that means," he answered quickly, stealing her favorite line.
"Sully is gone, off somewhere, who knows where, alone. All because he wanted me to himself."
"Bones, you're losing me here. Do you want Sully?" His chest tightened as he waited for her answer, fearing her confession.
"No. He was nothing more than recreation, Booth." The agent relaxed slightly. "What I mean is Sully left, without me that is, he's alone because he wanted to change me. He couldn't have a relationship with me in D.C. with me, just as I am right now. It was as if he could only love me on a boat away from everyone and everything that made me who I am."
"He's a fool, Bones."
"I don't want to do that to you. I know you're nothing like him but I don't want to push you to be something you're not either. Don't let me, Booth. No matter what."
Be my life's companion, and you'll never grow old.
Yes, I'll love you so much that you'll never grow old.
Love and youth and happiness are yours to have and hold.
Be my life's companion, be my life's companion, and you'll never grow
old.
"I won't Bones."
"I'm pretty stubborn."
"I know."
"That's not going to change."
"Wouldn't want it to." They shared a smile and mutually agreed to turn off the music and enjoy each other's company and the scenic drive before them.
The miles kept on rollin' and soon, too soon, the car was approaching the outskirts of the District. As Temperance headed toward the Jeffersonian, intent of giving Angela a piece of her mind, Booth inquired about the car.
"Where do we need to drop off the car? Or will the rental car place pick it up from here?" Temperance flushed, forgetting momentarily that she had neglected to tell him about the arrangements concerning the Mustang. Pulling into his parking slot at the Jeffersonian, next to her own sports car, she confessed.
"It's not exactly returnable, Booth."
"What? Why not?"
"Well, I bought it."
"What!"
"Well, I couldn't find the right car to rent for the drive and everything was either too big or too small-"
"you're too picky, Goldilocks." Temperance continued, undistracted by his comment.
"-and I found this car which reminded me of going to LA with you. But I felt bad that you wouldn't get to drive it with a broken arm so… I bought it." She shrugged, embarassed. "Now you can drive it when you get better."
Before the anthroplogist could read his features, silently dissecting his response to the news, Booth was leaning toward her, breaking all the rules on personal space and held her face gently with his good hand.
"You're amazing." He didn't give her a moment to respond before his lips were on hers.
END Chapter
AN: Okay, I'm adding another chapter so I may not post more today, depends what I can get done. A HUGE thanks to KatieBeth for helping me decide the song for the additional chapter. Also, I'm thinking up a new story but might just tack it onto the end of this one. If so, the rest of the story will involve some songs and lyrics but not to the extend of the first 30 chapters. And finally, please review! I love reading them and knowing what you think.
