Home…..
Of all the words in the English language, this is perhaps the most precious to both Brennan and Booth.
It's what they each lacked for a part of their growing up; in very different ways, yet with comparably painful results.
It's what Booth feared with his father, regained with his Pops, yearned for with Rebecca, and strove to recreate with, and provide for Parker.
It's what Brennan, trapped in the foster system's impersonal uncaring indifference, perceived as unattainable ever again and therefore rejected as an ephemeral illusion.
After years of unbreakable friendship, spent skirting the issues of personal connections, when prodded by a clueless Sweets, Booth finally thrust; and Brennan parried, fleeing in her desperate need for space.
They each sacrificed their feelings to shield….. to protect…. to guard the other's heart,
And then…after Hannah…..and Hacker…
Threatened by Epps and Broadsky and Pelant,
It's what they sought to provide for each other,
when they'd finally stepped over and eradicated that line
dropping the pretense that they're just work partners
to acknowledge themselves as 'breaking the laws of physics as one' companions
It's what Booth helped Brennan recapture when her father returned,
And what Brennan helped Booth recall when his father died.
What their Mighty Hut became for them,
And what Booth boldly fought to defend
and what its destruction could not erase.
It's what Brennan rebuilt for her Booth when she finally won his release.
It's what they have claimed, and will share for these 30 or 40 or 50 years;
Sheltering Parker and Christine and their progeny.
The product of love born from unwavering loyalty;
The product of family born from enduring friendship and unshakable faith in each another….
A home
Which for each is the other;
Two parts of one whole.