A/N: Alright so here's the last chapter. I'm sorry that I'm terrible at updating. My finals are finally over. So here I am, writing to congratulate myself. I want to thank everyone who reviewed and added my story. This was my first fanfic that I've published, and I was kind of nervous.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year all!!!

Here you go!

The next morning, as the sunshine filtered across the bed, she sat against the headboard with a seriously tuckered out FBI Agent cuddled to her chest. She mindlessly brushed her hand through his sleep-tousled hair. True to his word, Booth had shown her that when two people love each other, breaking the laws of physics is what happens when you make love. She didn't know what she had been expecting, or if she'd ever been expecting it to happen. But, when it did, she'd never felt anything more right in her life than to be making that miracle with Booth.

She looked back down at him and smiled. She enjoyed this, just watching him sleep. It made her feel happy. That thought surprised her. She honestly had never pictured herself finding someone who made her feel like she needed to depend on somebody other than herself. Her whole life she'd been alone. Well, since she was 15. But this was the first time, she felt right, that finally depending on someone was what she needed to do.

She gazed down at him and felt this newly identified feeling, love, flood through her body. It felt funny, to be able to tell what it was finally. She'd felt this for a while now. Actually, after about a year of being partners, she'd felt this warmth that seemed to radiate throughout her body whenever he entered her office, or when he knocked on her door with take-out. When they were at the diner, and he would lean close to her face to explain something, her pulse had always quickened and she could feel a flush creeping up her cheeks. Usually she had to almost physically restrain herself from reaching out and brushing her fingers across his lips and cheeks.

She was startled from her revelry when Booth snorted in his sleep. She smiled, she couldn't help it. He was so amazing. She didn't understand when this had really happened, when he'd crept passed her defenses and firmly entrenched himself within her heart. Of course, entrenched figuratively. No one could really fit into any human's heart. But the way that Booth always knew when she was hungry, or when she wanted to leave her office but felt she couldn't and would just show up spouting something about it being a nice day and what not, the way that he seemed to notice all the small stuff, made her feel comfortable. For some reason, when running had always been her first course of action before, running didn't seem like a viable option anymore. Not only that, she didn't want to. She wanted this.

"Please stop thinking so loudly. You're going to give me a headache." He looked up into her eyes and smiled.

"And how did you know that I was thinking?"

"First of all, I know you. Remember? Daffodils and Daisies? Second of all, I could almost hear your forehead crinkling together into that cute little 'contemplating face' you have."

"Cute? Are you supposed to call grown women cute?" She feigned annoyance with his juvenile terminology. But, she could tell he saw right through it.

"Oh you love it." He stretched his head up and planted a kiss right on her lips. Then he cuddled down on to her chest again.

"I could get used to this," he said as he shifted his head until he found the spot where his head fit perfectly into her shoulder.

"What?"

"Waking up with you. No matter what the day holds, it would always start good because I'd wake up and see your face." He drew circles on her belly with his pointer finger.

"You know what?" She crooked her finger under his chin and pulled up until he looked directly into her eyes. "I really could too. I was just thinking about how, I've never felt like I should depend on someone other than myself. Now, honestly, I can't picture my life without you in it."

"Why Temperance Brennan, was that a marriage proposal?" He smiled at her.

"Hmmm, I don't know." She said thoughtfully. Did she ever really want to get married? Would she ever want that? And isn't that what Booth wanted? Wouldn't he want more children and a house in the suburbs? She didn't think that she could ever do that. She looked up at him and saw a look of shock on his face.

"What?" She asked.

"I was just kidding. We don't ever have to get married Tempe. As long as I have you, I'll be happy. I know you don't want a house with tons of kids playing around in the backyard. Honestly, I don't think I ever really wanted that. It's a nice thought. But, not with my job. I'm happy just being with you. Actually, I'm more that happy. I'm ecstatic." He paused and sat up a little straighter. "All I'll ever need is you." He stroked the back of his hand down her cheek.

She had noticed that he'd called her Tempe. As long as she'd known him, he'd called her Bones or Temperance (but only Temperance when he really meant something). But, it sounded nice coming from him.

"You called me Tempe," she stated.

"Huh? Oh, I guess I did." He furrowed his brow. "Hmm, I've never called you that before. I wonder why I did then."

"I like it when you say it. You can still call me Bones. As annoying as it is, I have come to like it. But Tempe feels right when you say it."

"Well, maybe all this time, we've been waiting for you to become Tempe to me, instead of just Bones."

"I don't know what the means." He smiled as the phrase passed her lips. They couldn't have a conversation without her saying it. He loved having to explain things to her like that. She always had to explain her science things to him, it was nice to have something that she asked his advice on.

"Well, look at it this way. You never called me Seeley until yesterday. As a matter of fact, the first time I heard you call me Seeley was in your sleep. So, maybe all this time we've been waiting for me to become Seeley to you instead of just Booth." He smiled at the confusion in her eyes.

"I still don't know what that means."

"I'm Booth at work. You're Bones. All this time we've been dancing around what we both really wanted. The sexual tension was palpable. If we were just Booth and Bones, we were just partners. But, if you started calling me Seeley and I started calling you Tempe, we would've made our relationship seem much more intimate than our professionalism would allow. Do you understand now?"

She thought about it. It did make some sort of sense. By him calling her Bones or Temperance, and not Tempe, the nickname she had most people call her, it was like a reassurance that they were still just partners, that the line hadn't been crossed. But, if he had called her Tempe, maybe the line would've begun to skew. (Not in her mind though. She was very adept at compartmentalizing trivial things like that.) But she could see that him calling her Tempe now, was just his way of showing that they had taken that step, that the line was firmly fixed behind them.

"I think I do. What you're saying, is that by me calling you Seeley and you calling me Tempe, we're showing what we really mean to each other. That now, we're Booth and Bones at work, but at home we're Seeley and Tempe."

"That's exactly what I'm saying. At work, we'll still be our professional selves. But at home, you'll be Tempe, and I'll make you giggle with my devastatingly charming wit, and you'll stun me with your brilliant insights into anything scientific. Not that we don't do that at work, but at home, it'll be different, you know?"

"No, I don't understand." She looked at him with slight confusion tingeing her beautiful features. He loved the way confusion played on her face. Her brow wrinkled in consternation as she tried to wrap her immense intelligence around his words.

"At work, when I make you giggle or when you explain something science-y to me…"

"Science-y is not a word Seeley."

"Yes, I know that Tempe. Just, let me finish what I'm saying, then correct my grammar all you want."

"Okay, I can agree to those terms." She gave him a look that said 'please, continue.' But he could tell that she was going to catalogue everything he said from now on, and correct him later on it. He knew that he was going to seriously regret giving her that option for the rest of his life.

"Well, now that we have that settled. What I was saying is that when we do that stuff at work, it's work related. It's always about dead bodies, or the case, or something Sweets said. But at home, when we're talking about, I can kiss you until you forget what you're saying, or you can make fun of the way I snore or something. Do you get it now?"

"Yes, you're saying we'll have more intimate conversations at home. I understand. We'll almost be separate people at work. Booth and Bones are partners and friends at work. They understand that professionalism is something that their occupations require. But, at home Seeley and Tempe are friends, lovers, and partners. There isn't a line in between them. They can kiss or talk or yell or sleep or what have you however much they want to. I do understand now."

"I have a question. What exactly are we now?"

"Well, I believe that we have established, several times in the past few minutes, that we're both Booth and Bones, and Seeley and Tempe."

"No, I got that part. Are we like, dating now? Are you my girlfriend? And before you even start with the whole antiquated blahdy blahdy blah, I just want to know, are we in a relationship?"

"I believe, Seeley, that you are in fact my boyfriend." She watched as his amazing charm smile burst across his face like spring after a long winter. She could see the love and adoration radiating from his eyes, and it took her a second to, as Angela described it so aptly, catch up to her own reality, and realize that it was all for her. She burst into her own huge smile when she grasped that that was exactly what her eyes were saying to him.

He leaned in and claimed her lips with his, pushing her back onto the pillows. And just before all logical and reasoned thought fled her over-stimulated brain, she realized that her whole life had been building up to this moment. Every decision she'd made led her to Seeley Booth. Never once in her life had she had to become Tempe to anyone. She'd always introduced herself to new people as Temperance, or Tempe for short. But, for three long years, she'd been Dr. Brennan and Bones to Booth. Until now. They had started off with an animosity towards one another that had gradually blossomed into one of the deepest emotional connections that she had ever experienced in her life. As Booth slowly worked his way down her neck and across her collar bone, one last thought occurred to her. It felt good to become Tempe.

A/N2: Thank you again to everyone who read and reviewed my fic. It felt good to finish this. I'd been putting it off for a while now, because I didn't quite know how to end it. Tell me what you think!!! TB22