Not exactly a few days but romance is not my strong suit so this one's a little choppy. Please read and review. I don't own Bones.

A Couple's Thing

She was out on her usual jog and came up to the park where she and Booth enjoyed many chats and debates. They had not spoken since their fight on Valentine's day. Well, she had not spoken to Booth; Booth had tried on multiple occasions to contact her but she was not responsive to his attempts. Angela tried to get her to open up but she had mandated that she would not talk about it. She jogged, then slowed to a stop. She realized this was coming very close to the spot where she and Booth went for coffee and breakfast. Shaking her head, she continued.

"Bones?" Booth said, he was sitting on the park bench.

"Booth," she said, surprised. 'Stupid!' she thought. This was Booth's favorite spot in the park, right beside the fountain, near the coffee cart and bench. Why did she think they would not meet?

"Want a coffee?" he asked.

"I don't have any money on me," she said stiffly.

"Let me pay," Booth ordered a small coffee with two sugars and cream, her usual. She looked at him when he offered her the paper cup and said, "Sticking to the old fashioned methods of how to treat a woman, I see."

"Hey, I never said you weren't paying me back," he grinned cheekily.

"I'll give you the money tomorrow," she said.

"There's no rush," Booth said and paused before continuing, "Want to sit down?"

"I should continue," she said.

"They filled the fountain," Booth said.

"When?" she asked. The water was sitting there, stagnant. According to Booth, water would shoot out of spigots placed on various figures on the intricate fountain. Booth must have metaphorically read her mind and said, "They're waiting for the weather to warm up before they turn it on. Don't want the pipes and tubing to freeze."

"Makes good sense."

"Listen, Bones."

"I know what you are going to stay and I don't want to hear it."

"Bones I didn't know I was offending you."

"Keep it in mine for future reference."

"Being a smart ass doesn't suit you Bones."

"I am very smart. But my ass has nothing to do with it."

"It's a phrase Bones."

"Don't act condescending Booth, it doesn't suit you."

"Argh. Bones can we talk like civilized people."

"I can, can you?"

"Yes. About Valentine's day."

"I still stand on my views on love."

"I figured you would but can I ask you something?"

"What?"

"Do you trust me?"

A long moment went by. "Yes."

"Do you have faith in me?"

A shorter moment went by. "Yes."

"Do you believe that I would never harm you on purpose?"

Another moment. "Yes."

"Do you know that I care for you?"

Immediately. "Yes. Of course I do. Why are you asking me such trivial questions?"

"Because I want to know where I stand with you."

"You're not standing with me, you're sitting on the bench. Was that another metaphor?"

"Yes. Bones I would like you to know that I trust you, I have faith in you, I would never harm you on purpose, and I care for you. That's what couples do."

"We are still a couple?"

"Only if you want us to be?"

She thought it over. She found pros to beat the cons of continuing this relationship and that brought her a sense of happiness. She looked at him, straight in his eyes and said, "I would enjoy that very much."

"So would I." They shared a smile and she sat down next to him. He leaned against her and was delighted when she leaned back. They drained their cups of coffee and Booth, ever the old-fashioned gentleman, helped her off the bench. "You know, must couples have a thing."

"Sex? We just made up. I am not having sexual relations with you."

"No, no, no, no. I mean like a thing they do together."

"We run and have coffee."

"Yes we do," Booth said, amused.

"Want to run some more?"

"Sure." With that they were off. They ran together, like they did before. Any animosity was dropped as their feet pounded the cement sidewalks. Yes they did not solve their fights and arguments like a typical couple but they did not mind. This was the way they did their couple things and they were content with it. No need to change what was not broken and they fixed the parts that were just fine. Running made them feel better; it was their thing.