Final chapter guys...it ends happy :)))

Brennan tried to get herself comfortable, in the very uncomfortable seating arrangements that just so happened to be the Economy class of the only flight left that would take her straight to Beijing, China, and straight away from Booth in the means of a one-way ticket to escape.

She was sandwiched next to a sullen looking teenage girl, her pretty blue eyes rimmed heavily with black eyeliner, her ears occupied by the tell tale Ipod earbuds, her face stuck in a permanent glare. She reminded Brennan of herself at 16. Across the isle an old women was snoring loudly. Brennan envied her. She probably didn't have any problems. No issues.

Luckily, claustrophobia was not one of her problems. All she needed to do was swallow a couple of the potent pink pills in the back of her bag, and it would be a one way dream ride to China. She scoffed at herself quietly. More like nightmares.

Last night she had tossed and turn in the midst of shallow sleep filled to the brim with him. She couldn't get him out of her mind. It just hurt so damn much. She didn't want it to hurt. She wanted to pretend that when he had thrown her away, it hadn't broken her heart in two.

She promised herself that she would never again let someone get this chance. To throw her again, but she had let him in foolishly, and it had happened just like it always did.

Reaching for a magazine in front of her, she flipped through it absentmindedly, not really looking at the pages. She had really thought it was going to work. When he looked at her and told her that all he wanted was to be with her, she believed him. When he promised that he would keep her safe always, she trusted him. Most of all, when he told her that he loved her, he had lied.

Instantly rage filled her, and she felt the urge to pull herself out of the cramped seat, and run as far as she could until her lungs gasped for air. The thing that made her the angriest was that she still wanted him to catch her when she collapsed. She wasn't supposed to still want him, that wasn't part of the plan. She was going to China to forget him. When she got back, Booth would only be a distant memory. One that would probably haunt her forever of what could have been.

Brennan pulled her legs up onto the seat, hugging her knees to her chest, the unnatural coolness of the plane making her shiver. She just wished they would take off already so she could stop thinking of running off the plane to find Booth. That wasn't helping her forget him.

As if god had heard her, or at least the captain of the plane, a voice crackled over the loud speakers, making her jump slightly in her seat.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I regret to inform you that we're having some technical difficulties that need to be addressed immediately. Our take-off is going to be delayed about 45 minutes, but I assure you the crew is doing everything to get this plane up sooner rather then later. I'm sorry for the inconvenience and if there is anything I can do for you, address one of our lovely stewardesses. Thank you."

As the voice crackled away as quickly as it had come, Brennan swore under her breath, obviously loudly enough that that the girl sitting next to her looked up in curiosity. They were grounded. That wasn't good.

Brennan tightened her seatbelt; as if she was trying to make sure she wouldn't run off the plane. Another 45 minutes of arguing with herself if this was the right thing, when the only thing she could think of was Booth.

Booth strode quicker through the Jeffersonian Institute faster then he ever had ignoring Hodgins' and Zach's greetings, and then the glares that followed. He would apologize later, but right now he had more important things concerning a certain anthropologist who would probably never speak to him again.

Not that he blamed her.

He deserved it. He didn't know what he'd been thinking, and after a hard night's deliberation he had decided that someone had either spiked his coffee, or he was seriously insane. Had he really intentionally dumped Brennan? Women of his dreams. Scientist like no other. The obnoxious smart-ass who he secretly adored.

He had done just the thing that she had feared. Things had gotten harder and he had just decided that instead of trying to work it out with her, he'd acted like she wasn't worth the trouble. But she was.

For the first time in his life, Booth had been scared of their relationship. Of the magnitude of it. And he could tell that she was scared too, or else she wouldn't have tried to distance herself from him these past few weeks. He'd given up, when he should have talked to her about it, reassured her that he wasn't going anywhere.

Booth finally reached her office after what seemed like a journey across the Medico-Legal Lab, and entered to find in disappointment, Angela sitting at Brennan's desk, her shiny black hair thrown up hazardly with chopsticks, as she clicked away on the computer that was usually occupied my his partner.

He frowned. "Angela?"

She looked up at him, her eyebrows raised, and he could tell she'd already seen Brennan. He probably wasn't very popular right now.

"What did you do to her?"

He shook his head, his hands on his hips, frustrated that Brennan wasn't there. "Where's Bones Angela?"

Angela shook her head right back at Booth, a precarious smile dancing across her lips. She stood up, sitting on the desk across from Booth, as he tapped his foot impatiently.

"Uh uh Booth, you're not getting anything about Brennan until you tell me what happened between the two of you."

"Listen Angela, this is really important, I need to see her."

Angela smiled, tapping her dark purple lacquered fingernails on the desk. Booth now understood why Brennan complained about it so fiercely when he tapped. It was annoying.

"Of course you do. But you aren't going to find her."

Booth groaned, she wasn't making this easy for him. He half wanted to look under the desk to make sure Brennan wasn't hiding from him.

"Come on Angela, we got in an argument, that's all."

She kept her eyes on him like only Angela could. "Nope, you dumped her. But you're not going to find her, because she's not here."

Booth looked away from her, hating the way it sounded. "What do you mean she's not here? She didn't come to work."

Angela shook her head. "Nope, she came to see me this morning. Told me everything. She's probably half way to China by now."

Booth whipped his head around at Angela, who looked satisfied at his response. "What!? China?"

"I don't know what got into you Booth, but you really hurt her. She's on her way to some dig in China for 2 months."

The pit that had been in the bottom of Booth's stomach that had been steadily growing since last night, collapsed. China for 2 months. That wasn't good.

Booth took Angela's shoulder, and made her look directly into his eyes. "What airline is she on Angela?"

Angela shook out of Booth's grip. "I don't know if I should tell you that Booth," She smirked. "And the whole intimidation thing isn't working."

Angela could see the determined steeliness in his eyes. "Angela, I need to know. I have to make things right."

Angela rolled her eyes, sighing. "Air China. Flight 461."

Booth nodded, and turned to exit the office, but Angela's voice stopped him. "Don't screw this up Booth."

He nodded. Sometimes Angela's wisdom surprised him. "I'll try not to."

Booth tore through the security booth like a man on the run. It hadn't easy to get past the ticketing gates. The stupid little snidely man behind the counter had told him without a ticket he couldn't even allow him into the airport. When he hadn't budged, Booth had pulled out his badge, and had been even closer to pulling out his gun and sliding it across the counter, when luckily, Kyle, the ticket man had let him through.

The rest of the airport had been easy. Or easy to get through, to navigate, not so much. Her plane was due to be leaving at 9:30. But it was now 10 o'clock, and by the Departures/Arrivals board, she was luckily delayed. Fate was really on his side today.

He had to get to her. It was a matter of now or never.

People surrounded him, their smiling faces distracting him, and their annoying roll on luggage making it hard for him to run. He wished the airport was deserted, that way it would be easier to find her.

He was afraid he was too late.

Brennan tucked her legs underneath her, trying to get comfortable. She was starting to rethink this whole, flying-to-China idea.

Not because of Booth. Because this seat is hell. Right?

She didn't want to think about him. Not anymore. But she couldn't help it.

She tried to concentrate on the boring airplane safety movie that they were playing on the screens above. It was so irrational to show the movie. Anyone who had already flown had already seen it, and things like a water "landing" were stupid. Logically, it was impossible to "land" in the water. Brennan knew that if they crashed into the middle of the Pacific Ocean somewhere, she would be very dead. But flying had quite a low mortality rate, so she felt safe.

It was safer then staying in DC. With him so unbearably close.

Glancing down at her watch, she saw that well over 45 minutes had passed by. She'd be lucky if they got off the ground by night fall.

Just as she was about to slip her tiny white ear buds into her ears, she heard yelling at the front of the airplane. Taking off the earphones, she frowned curiously.

"Sir! I told you that you cannot enter the air plane without a ticket, so for the last time will you precede back up the gate to the ticketing counter!"

She heard the voice and her heart skipped a beat. It was impossible that he was here.

"Listen I will not go back to the god damned ticketing counter! I need to see someone on this plane, and if you do not let me on, I will ground this plane so it doesn't ever get to China."

"Sir, I think it's impossible for you to---,"

She heard the annoyance in his voice. Brennan wished there was somewhere to hide.

"Really? The FBI isn't allowed to ground airplanes anymore?"

She heard the flight attendant stutter as Booth flipped out his badge. "I'm sorry sir, I didn't know…go...go right ahead."

"Thank you." She could hear the smirk in his voice that he had successfully gotten onto the airplane.

She knew she'd look stupid if she slid down in her seat, but it didn't stop her from sinking lower as she saw his face approaching down the aisle. Maybe if she remained inconspicuous he would just leave.

Who am I kidding? He came here for me.

By the way he was checking each of the seat numbers, she knew that he'd some how gotten her seat. Damn the FBI and its connections.

He was so close. 5 feet maybe. She averted her eyes, but not quick enough before their eyes locked intensely.

"Bones."

She looked at him, standing in the aisle of the airplane. Part of her wanted to just forgive him for everything, but the other ruling logical, un-romantic part was still angry and hurt as hell.

Standing up to face him, she glared, trying to make as much space between them in the cramped aisle. She could feel the other passengers staring at them.

She crossed her arms over her chest defensively.

"Booth what the hell are you doing here? Did you come to break up with me again, because honestly I think once was enough. Really I got the point."

He would have tried to step closer to her, but there was no room, so instead he just looked at her, trying to read her. It was hard because he could tell she was trying as hard as she could to shut him out.

"I'm here for you. I have to talk to you."

She rolled her eyes. "Spare me Booth. You just can't have me on your conscience."

She definitely wasn't going to make this easy for him, not that he expected her to.

"That's not true. What I did was wrong Temperance. I wasn't thinking clearly."

She was about to speak when he stopped her. "No, I need to say this. I was scared about us. I wasn't sure we were going to work in the first place, and when we did I didn't know what to do. My whole life I haven't met someone like you. Someone who throws themselves into everything so whole-heartedly. When you pulled away, saying you needed space, I freaked out Bones. I thought that I was loosing you, and ending seemed it seemed to be the best solution, but it was stupid. It made it seem like I didn't want you. Like I didn't think you were worth it. But you are. I don't expect you to forgive me, I just wanted you to know that…"

Booth trailed off, realizing how silent it was in the plane. He could see in his peripheral vision, the passengers that had turned to listen, but all he as focused on was her. Her eyes seemed cloudy enough that he couldn't read them.

She looked up at him, blinking back tears. "I thought you left. I hated you for that."

He noticed the past tense, watching her carefully. "And now?"

She could hear the hopefulness in his voice, and she looked up at him, wiping away the tears furiously.

"I don't want to run away anymore."

He hooked his hand around the back of her neck, pulling her to him carefully, crashing their lips together heatedly. She kissed him back, letting their tongues mingle together.

Pulling back, he leaned his forehead against her's, whispering softly.

"Don't. I want you with me. Forever."

She nodded, and kissed him again, this time wrapping her arms around his neck, as he pulled her close, temporarily forgetting where they were.

As they kissed, they heard clapping, and immediately they broke apart when they realized that half the airplane was watching them, clapping happily. Booth saw a couple of teenage girls weeping in the back, and he laughed as he entwined his hand with hers behind their backs. He felt like he was in a movie.

She leaned up, whispering in his ear. "Forever's a long time."

He placed a kiss lightly on her jaw, before kissing her lips softly.

"You have no idea Babe."

Smiling, she leaned into him, letting him wrap his arms around her, as he hugged her tightly, not wanting to let go. She wished they could stand here forever, just like this. Him keeping her safe. She knew that wherever they went, or whatever happened, she'd have no place to run, but to him.

Forever.

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