A/N: Inspired by Dana Glover's song, Thinking Over. Third in a series, coming after Out of Place and White, respectively.However, you don't need to read those first to understand this story.To those who find this jumping from story to story thing even though they're connected a hassle, I do it this way because:
A. They can be standalones, and I'd like people to be able to read them as such.
B. I never knew Out of Place would have a sequel, nor that there would be another after White. Why mark a story as incomplete and just get people's hopes up?
C. They're written for seperate prompts.
and...
D. I'm out to get you. :) I'm kidding. I'm truly sorry you find it annoying, but it's the way I work. I like it better this way.
Okay, I'm done now.
Disclaimer: Oh, the fun I'd have if they were mine...
Prompt: Discover, for livejournal community 100(underscore)situations.
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She lay in bed, her back flat against David's chest. In the dark, she could tell he was asleep, his deep breaths pulsating through her body. Brennan, however, was very much awake.
She just wasn't sure.
Of course, she'd said yes. They'd made the wedding plans, everything was ready.
She was getting married tomorrow, for Christ's sake.
Cold feet.
That must be it.
Or at least that's what she told herself.
She told herself that it had to be normal to feel like this, like she wasn't ready and that this wasn't right.
Just nerves.
It had to be nerves.
And the more she lied to herself, the more she hated this place she'd ended up in, this hole she'd dug herself into.
Though the conversation was months ago, Booth's words rang clearly in her head as if they'd spoken simply hours before.
Do you love him?
Did she? Did she really?
She'd said yes. That was the logical answer, after all.
And Dr. Temperance Brennan was a logical person.
They were engaged. Of course she loved him.
Right?
What was love, anyway? How could she know if she loved him if she didn't even know what love was?
She wasn't quite sure.
But he cared for her, and she cared for him.
She knew that, at least.
He'd proposed, and she'd accepted.
And she hadn't really realized where it all led until just now.
Could she do this? Was David the one? That cliché every girl dreams about from the age of two when they see Cinderella for the first time?
Do you love him?
She couldn't help but think over that question.
Because truthfully, she didn't know the answer.
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End