Doubts can find their way into ones heart when that person regrets what she's done. The only question that lies is: Is he the one?
Temperance was now alone in her apartment, the silence greeting her with open arms. After dinner Booth had driven her home and that was the end of it. They had bid their farewells and would see each other in the morning. Brennan wasn't sure she would see him in the morning though. Could she? Could she face him in the morning? Doubts and unspoken fears creeped into her heart and clouded her mind.
"Love is ephemeral, right?" She spoke her doubts aloud, so they echoed back to her. "Did I make the right decision? Was I right to protect him from me? Can I change?" the last question floored her.
Temperance needed answers. Who could she go to? Not Booth. That was out of the question. Angela? Temperance looked at the clock. No, way too late, besides I don't know if I can face her right now. She was about to give up and console herself with a bottle of bourbon and a book, when another name popped into her head. Should I? Yes. Temperance shuffled throughone of her drawers and pulled out a sheet of paper in a pen, scribbling down a note she thought with his protective male tendencies, he might come to look for me. But after tonight?
B&B4eva
Temperance killed the ignition and looked up at the doorway of the church. She wasn't sure she could face him; all she would be able to see is Booth. Taking a deep breath, she controlled her emotions. hates me for what I did? Brennan shook her head. I shouldn't think so irrationally. Walking at a more brisk pace, she neared the form sitting in the pew. She could tell he was praying and felt it best to wait. Tears pricked her eyes. I can't do this. No I can't, I don't want to see the look of pain in his eyes too. Despite her thoughts she pressed forward. Finally she was standing right next to him, he uttered her name, and tears fell down her face like rain.
He tugged her down and comforted her for what seemed like hours, until she fell asleep.
B&B4eva
Temperance woke up from her dream to find that she was asleep in her own bed. Did last night really happen? She shifted her hands and realized she was clutching something. A piece of paper. The hymn. Her eyes widened, opening up the now disheveled scrap of paper she read it over. She dissected every word, hoping for some secret meaning. Her brain going a mile a minute she realized what she had. She had the answer she all along. She was in love with Booth and that stupid line could cross a river for all she cared. She needed to tell him, looking at the clock Brennan saw that it was only six. It was too early, she would have to wait.
Suddenly, she heard a clatter of pans followed by low cursing. Alarmed, she took up the baseball bat she kept under her bed and creeped into her kitchen. To her surprise, Booth was on the floor sweeping up what appeared to be scrambled eggs. Setting the bat against the wall Brennan got to I level with Booth. He looked up and saw her in front of him. His face broke out into a sheepish grin.
"Sorry 'bout that Bones, I was trying to make you breakfast bu-"
His words were cut off by her lips touching his. Pulling back after a couple of seconds they touched foreheads, in unison they said,
"I have to tell you something."
So our tale ends here with a bit of cheer and love forever after, he girl got the guy and the guy the girl and now their days are filled with laughter.