A/N: Voila, part 2. The reviews are in the double digits now, and in instances like this I'm easily pleased. Oh, and jaliberty68, it looks like you're getting your question answered... (and this was written at the same time as part one, so you must have ESP or something...)

I hope it doesn't disappoint.

It's not considered invasion of privacy if the evidence is in plain sight. Therefore, the open notebook on Temperance Brennan's desk was fair game for wandering eyes.

It had not been a careless action. Something, some internal force had driven her to leave it out, just to see what would happen. After all, believing in Fate does nothing for a person. Fate needs a push, an initial disturbance that sets the wave in motion. Belief is sensing when the time has come for that push, and then trusting it.

She wasn't sure she'd remember the invitation, or somewhat lack thereof. She wasn't sure she'd remember the moment before, filled with emotional paradox and uncertainty. She wasn't even sure she'd remember what sparked the flame that drew them together. But those were all insignificant in the end.

The terror lay in the possibility that she would forget the depth of the moment. The feeling of being loved beyond all logical reason. The knowledge that even on the darkest of days to come, she would never have to be alone again.

But even if she were to forget, he would always be there to remind her. No proposals or vows were needed to make "'til death do us part" universally understood. In sickness or in health, the unspoken consensus was that they would always have each other.

Temperance's fiction could never compare to this reality. Such intense emotion had been unfathomable, even in her wildest dreams, until now. No one can accurately imagine what they've never experienced, and she had never felt so safe and utterly complete.

Now she has a chance at a fresh start, a blank page, all because of him.

Simply magical.

I hope you enjoyed it!

Fun fact from the author: In case you didn't notice, in writing this, I attempted to completely avoid expositional statements ("she left the notebook out", "he read the notebook", etc), instead conveying the events using different wording. Yes, I'm aware that "the event" itself is not outlined in stone. That's where your imagination comes in.

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