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Day 38: Home
I definitely don't own Bones.
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What is a home? Is it the wood and dry wall that make up the walls or the roof and the basement? Is it the things you keep in the home, the furniture and the appliances or is it the little touches like picture frames and sports memorabilia or maybe ancient weapons and weird statues of ancient gods?
He used to think it was those things. When you're raised in a house of hate you dream of a house of your own where you can make a new life for yourself. It's a place you can escape the pain and rage and where you can find love and kindness.
He waited a long time to find his house. He knew he needed someone to share that house with so he'd waited until he'd found the one he was looking for. He'd waited so long that he'd almost given up looking but in the end he had the one he wanted, the one he needed and he'd had his house.
She'd called it 'The Mighty Hut'. It had belonged to criminals and when he and Brennan had bought it they'd made it their own. It was a symbol of who they were. His Bones is brilliant and she saw that owning such a house proved that good did triumph over evil. IT proved that what they did mattered.
They were happy in their house and Booth was sure that they would live there forever. It was their home until it wasn't anymore.
They came for him. They tried to kill him and the only way he could stop them was to destroy his house, his home their home. The rage he'd hoped to escape found him and tried to destroy him in his haven. He had fought back and his home, their home was no more.
She'd found them a new house and it wasn't 'The Mighty Hut'. It wasn't his home their home. Some of his things had survived the destruction of their home and she'd rescued what she could and for that he was grateful. She'd tried to give him a new home to replace the old one but it wasn't the same. Nothing was the same.
Staring around him, looking at the new house, he didn't know what to say. She was nervous and he knew that and that's when he realized that a home is not brick and mortar, it isn't the things we collect and treasure. His home was standing right in front of him. She was his home. She made him feel safe and loved. He could live anywhere and it wouldn't matter because she was what helped him to live the life he'd always wanted to live.
He realized that she is what he had always wanted and needed . . . his Bones. His love for Temperance Brennan was the haven he needed in life. She was his home. Without her there would never be a home for him. All the paths he had taken in his search for his home led to the heart of the woman standing a little anxiously before him. His love . . . his life.
A smile appearing on his face, Booth stared warmly at Brennan, "It's great. It's amazing, Bones."
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