A/N: My second Bones fic. Just a ficlet... I can never seem to write anything long. :) It's a response to a challenge in my livejournal community, shortstoryhome, which you should join!
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Sorry...
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Brennan gazed helplessly at Booth's lifeless form as she impatiently awaited the paramedics' arrival.
After ensuring that Booth was at least still breathing, she had turned her attention to putting out the scalding flames and dialing 911.
Temperance lowered herself down carefully next to Booth's head. Running her fingers gently through his hair, she inwardly blamed herself. It should be her on that floor, lying in the rubble. It wasn't his fault. He'd been trying to help her, and look where it got him.
A few tears escaped her eyes.
She examined him closely, wincing as she spotted the ugly red mark on his left cheek. That would become a nasty bruise, she was sure of it.
Despite the fact that it was apparent that he was going to be fine, Brennan couldn't help but have the ridiculous thought that he might not make it. She'd read the stories.
Shaking her head, she tried to toss that idea aside. If there was anything she knew about Seeley Booth it was his determination and his need to succeed.
She lowered her face to the side of his head and whispered, "You'll pull through, Booth. I know it." It made her feel the slightest bit better even though she knew he wouldn't hear her.
After a short moment of hesitation, she placed a soft kiss on his cheek.
Keeping his eyes closed, Booth spoke to her in a hoarse voice. "Am I imagining things, Bones, or did you just kiss me?"
Brennan gave a small smile. He was going to be just fine.
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End