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Chapter 5.

Next day Brennan woke up first. She tried to sit up but something held her down. She saw that Booth had placed his right arm over her waist and pinned her down. She slowly and gently got out of his grip, but he awoke from her moving and realized where his hand and arm were placed and quickly removed it with an apologetic smile.

He stretched and asked with a yawn:

"How's the ankle today?"

"It feels a bit better today I think" she answered and tried to move it a bit.

It still hurt like crazy, but there was no way she was letting him know that. She got dressed and limped outside. She tried to get the campfire going again and somehow she managed too. She decided to go to the small stream that ran nearby and get some fresh water and maybe even catch a fish. She smiled to herself while she limped over to the stream. The water poured and the sunshine made it glitter like silver.

She got back with the water but she had no luck with the fish.

"Sorry, we have nothing to eat for breakfast" she said. "I couldn't catch any fish."

"That's OK, I'm surprised you even tried with that foot of yours."

"So, what are we having for breakfast if we have no fish and we burned the rest of the rabbit last night?"

"Don't worry, I actually saved some rabbitmeat."

"Really?"

"Yeah, here you go" he said and handed her a piece of meat.

They ate under silence before putting out the fire, packing the gear and leaving. He tried to pick her up, but she limped away from him.

"No, I don't want you to carry me. I'm not that light and you can't carry me around all day."

"I don't mind" he slipped out before biting himself in the tongue.

Luckily she hadn't heard him because she had limped ahead a bit at the direction he had pointed out. They had to go over a small mountain today. After the mountain there were probably just a day or two left to civilization.

He scratched his chin a bit, his beard had grown a bit into a 2-day-shade. He needed a shave, but he didn't exactly have a razor at hand.

"Can I at least do this?" he asked when he caught up with her and pulled her arm around his neck and supported her.

She didn't protest this time, her ankle hurt like crazy, but she wasn't going to let him carry her. He was her crutch this time. It took longer than it would have, but now it is as it was and there was nothing they could do to change it.

After a while she wanted to walk on her own, and she actually had to since they had to climb the mountain. Not much climbing actually, there were a trail that you could walk pretty normally but it was upwards of course. She did the best she could but finally Booth said:
"Bones, hop up on my back, I'll carry you" and before she could start protesting he put a finger lightly on her lips to shut her up and continued "You need to get off that foot and it will be quicker too."

She hated to say it but she agreed. The ankle hurt even more now and it would be quicker if he carried her, so she got the backpack on her own back, climbed his back and let him carry her.

He carried her safely and strongly. Her arms were around his neck and her chest pressed against his back. His heart started to beat a bit faster when he sensed her breasts through their sweaters and jackets. He tried not to let it go to his head though. If she knew she would probably kick his ass, and enjoy it too he thought and shook his head slightly trying to get rid of the feelings and thoughts.

"Are you OK Booth?" she answered when she saw him shake his head.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I think I just need to drink a little."

He put her down and they rested for a while. He took a canteen, put it to his mouth and started to drink the fresh, cool water.

Fifteen minutes later they were going again, she positioned on his back and him walking the trail in a steady pace. She leaned her head down on his shoulder and yawned a bit.

"Tired?" he asked when he heard her let out a breath.

"A little" she answered.

"You wanna rest for a while, or shall we make camp?"

"Just a little rest, if it's OK?"

"Absolutely."

He stopped and let her down. They made a little bed out of branches of pinetrees and moss and put a blanket over it. Then they laid down.

Neither of them heard the rattle when they laid down. Suddenly Booth flinched and grabbed his forearm.

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I know, I know, a little cliffhanger. Naughty me. Well R&R and let's see what I can do.