"To the world you may be one person,
but to one person you may be the world."
- Bill Wilson

Disclaimer: Bones belongs to FOX, pas moi (not me).

Gosh, it's been forever since I've posted a chapter. Well, here's another sickeningly fluffy chapter, lol.

And I cannot believe I just said "gosh".

Well, enjoy! Ignore the mad ramblings of the author (eheh).

"He shouldn't have gotten away!" Temperance Brennan enunciated each point by repeatedly slamming her fist onto the table. "We could have caught him, we had all the evidence, the freaking BONES said enough as it was—and then he got away!"

Hodgins, Angela, and Zach stared and nodded in dumb agreement.

Temperance collapsed in her office chair and buried her head in her arms. "I hate days like these," she muttered.

Angela gave a look to Hodgins and Zach that clearly said "get out" and once they hastily closed the door behind them, Angela went over to Temperance, setting down her clipboard on one of the office chairs.

"Bren, sweetie, it's not your fault," Angela said, trying to ease the pain. "We can always catch him again next time."

Brennan sat up, angrily wiping the tears from her eyes. "It's just—this man killed four fifteen year old girls and he's evaded the public for eight years! It makes me so mad that we had this chance and we didn't—ugh."

Booth took this opportune moment to waltz in with two cups of coffee. "Hey Bones. It took me forever to finish up all that paperwork—what've you been up to?"

"She's been ranting for the past hour and a half to us about how we could've caught the guy but we didn't," Angela said dryly as she slipped past Booth and closed the door behind her.

Booth stared questioningly at her as he placed a cup of coffee on her desk.

"Go away, Booth," Temperance said dully, staring up at the ceiling.

"No," he said simply, settling himself in one of the office chairs and propping his feet up on her desk.

"At least take your feet off of my desk."

Booth took his feet off of her desk.

"Bones, I know probably a million people have told you this, but it's not your fault that psychopath got away. If you really want to blame somebody, blame the FBI who was chasing that guy. You were brilliant, Bones, you got all the evidence to make a strong claim against the murderer. So just relax and wait for next time, and we'll be sure to catch him for you, okay?"

Booth flashed his most charming smile, in hopes that Brennan would smile as well, or at least attempt to smack the smile off of his face, as she usually did.

The back of Temperance's desk chair was still turned to Booth, so he didn't see any change of expression on her face.

"I feel so inconsequential," Temperance said, her voice hollow. "I feel like I'm only one person in this whole world, and nothing I do matters to the world. Every time the murderer isn't caught, or something screws up, it's rarely ever my fault, even though I know it is."

Temperance spun around to face Booth. "It was my fault, and I know it. Don't try to change that."

Booth chuckled, looking Temperance right in the eye. "Well, it's a good thing that we're equally stubborn, since I know it's not your fault."

Booth stood up, and stood right in front of Temperance's desk.

"You might feel that you're only one person, and you have no impact on the world."

He leaned in, excruciatingly close, his coffee-smelling breath brushing against the skin on her cheek.

"But you have. To me, Bones, you're the world."

Temperance gasped at the sudden contact of Booth's lips on her own, but she soon kissed back with equal fervor. He tasted like vanilla, chocolate, and coffee rolled into one.

"Trust me, Bones, it's not your fault." Booth brushed one last kiss over her lips, before he winked at her, picked up his coffee and strode out of the door, as cocky as ever.

Temperance sat there, confused, as Booth's words fully sank in. "To him…I'm the world?"

Temperance soon smiled. The world was looking a whole lot brighter now.

-fin-

A/N: A marshmallow to everybody who reviews!! Haha. The bribery, oooooh. Hope you liked the chapter ;)