Her Little Ray of Sunshine

Summary: BB. AU (I think). In the blink of an eye, she's become her everything. All the darkness disappeared, and loving has never been easier.

A/n: OOC BRENNAN (but not too much), first of all. The summary will make sense very soon, I promise. This will be a little angsty at the beginning, but HEA (because I just can't stand a sad ending). There will probably be spoilers about the whole show, so be careful if you just started watching.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones, of course. If I did, Vincent and Sweets would be OBVIOUSLY ALIVE.

Prologue (of sorts).

When she met Booth's eyes for the first time in much too long, she finally understood what it meant to feel that time had stopped completely.

When he hugged her, and his warm arms came around her frame, she felt as if everything that had been a mess before fell right back into place.

She was overjoyed to finally be able to talk to him again, to be able to look into his eyes and just listen to him.

She was completely ready to tell him everything; to ask her to forgive her for being afraid, to say she was the one who wanted to love him for thirty, or forty, or fifty years (as irrational as that sounded to her); to give them a chance because she wasn't afraid anymore.

When he asked her if she met someone, Brennan's heart fluttered in her chest as she answered him, thinking that this turn he'd given to their conversation was perfect for what she wanted to confess.

For some reason, though, she asked him if he had met someone, too. And he did.

When he showed her the picture of a blond, smiling woman, a knot started to form in Brennan's stomach. She naively asked him how they met, trying desperately to believe that it was just Booth telling her about a war-zone, adrenaline-induced insignificant fling.

The knot loosened a little when Booth told her that he and Hannah met because he had to arrest her, and Brennan, without thinking, reminded him that he'd also arrested her once. And the uncomfortable feeling in her belly almost went away completely when he told her the journalist was still in Iraq.

But, before she could even realize what she was doing, the question was out of her mouth. "Is it serious between you?"

"Serious as a heart attack," he answered.

And then the knot in her stomach was back in full force, and her eyes were stinging dangerously. "Heart attacks are very serious," she managed to say, thankful that her voice hadn't cracked.

"Yes, they are. Very serious," he confirmed.

And at that moment, for the third time in her whole life, Temperance Brennan felt the world crumbling down around her.

She shouldn't be surprised. He said that he had to move on, and even if it devastated her, she understood. She believed it was for the best, given that she wouldn't be able to make him as happy as he deserved to be. He needed someone who wasn't cold and unfeeling, unable to understand emotions, social clues, and most of his jokes. Someone good, with a big and open heart, just like his.

She tried to just smile, jumping up and telling him she wanted to see everyone, acting as if everything wasn't falling apart. She fought back the sobs rising in her throat. She wouldn't cry in front of him. She would congratulate him and say she was glad he found someone for him because that's what he deserved. All she wanted was for him to be happy, no matter how much it ended up hurting her.

Later that night, as she closed her door, finally alone in the comfort of her apartment, Temperance broke. She cried for every single minute of those seven months spent fantasizing about a life with Seeley Booth loving her. She cried for every time she went as far as to think about how their children would look like; for every time she caught herself trying to remember what that old wedding dress in that picture, the one she'd cut out of a magazine in her childhood, looked like exactly.

She cried for believing that she was enough for him; that he loved her; that he wanted her to be the one to make him happy for thirty, or forty, or fifty years. She cried for thinking that every time he talked about loving someone, he was talking about her, that all the guy hugs and zipped dresses and long stares and figurines and bullets and bombs were more than just him being a good partner. And a good friend. Because, she reminded herself, that was all he was, all he would ever be. Her best friend. And it was enough, because as long as he was in her life, she was going to be okay.

As she showered, the hot water mixed with the tears that fell heavily out of her eyes, while she chastised herself for not being rational enough to see that it wasn't love, that what Booth did in the steps of the Hoover that night was just acting like another male with unfulfilled biological urges. She was a fool to have believed, even for a second, on the irrational, psychological, side of a mere chemical reaction.

So, when she settled in her comfortable bed for the first time in seven months, dry and dressed, and without any more tears to shed, Temperance Brennan started to rebuild all those walls Booth had slowly and patiently taken down. She would make them stronger, higher, and she was never going to allow someone to take them down again.

But, oh, how wrong she was…

Hi, I'm Ana! This is the first fic I've written (and published) about Bones.

So, I'm just an Argentinian girl who knows only what the internet, a 10 day trip to New York and D.C., and the media had told (and tell) me about the USA. Sorry in advance for any types of inaccuracies (language or USA living-related). Every correction and suggestion is welcome!

This story is about heartbroken S6 Brennan being healed by a little someone. B&B will get together, but Booth has a lot of growing up to do first.

I wrote an OOC Brennan (but only for a little while) because I love drama. So, don't judge that part too much, please :)

Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it!