Episode 100 of Bones drove me to write this. I nearly cried at the end. She ran and he didn't stop her. This was the result. The title kinda sucks though.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bones. If I did, I still wouldn't be the directors.

Spoilers: Episode 100 (aired 4/8/2010)

I'm sorry if its OOC but it's the first Bone's story I've written and posted (although my mind is swimming with other ideas)


Brennan:

She ran. It seemed like that was her greatest talent, running, running from everything and everyone. Running from her feelings, herself, and the man who had just tried to commit himself to her.

"I am not your father." His words haunted in her mind. Before she found him, found him to be a murderer and alive, those words had cut deep and sunk it. He wasn't her father. Her father had left her. She left him. But then, then he came back.

Down the street, in the dark with only the flickering glow from a few windows and lamplights she ran. It was well past midnight. She had to forget. Had to forget how the kiss they'd shared sent her stomach tumbling and her mind fluttering.

"We don't work together anymore. That means we can have sex." Out of breath, she pressed her back to a tree, hands on her knees and drew in large, gulping breaths of air. How could she have said that? Sure, she had been drunk and attracted to this FBI agent who seemed to think he was right and the evidence would just bend to his will. How wrong he was.

"I've been wanting to do that for years. That was so hot, you are so great." Had she really liked when he said that? The man had touched her with his dirty, murdering hands. Men who touched her were evil. Men who had touched her had destroyed her. They'd used her then cast her aside. She'd been an item, not a human. She couldn't let that happen again.

She took off running again. It was funny how her mind seemed to be moving backward in time from when she'd slapped him, hated him, wanted nothing more than to knock him to the floor and wipe that smug look of his face. The thoughts flooded her mind. He'd saved her from criminals, he'd given her back her family, he'd given her a new family, but he didn't save her from the one thing that held more over her than the rest combined. Herself.

Booth Pov:

I gambled and I lost. She pushed me away, holed herself up behind the walls I slowly broke through. For a moment I touched her, for a moment I held her, for a moment I believed it would work. I failed, I lost, and I made her cry.

I hate it when she cries…

3d Person

He'd dropped her back at her apartment around 9pm, bid her goodnight, and left. He was afraid. He was afraid he would kiss her again. His heart pounded in his chest, his hands shook with the pain that had only just begun setting in. She had said no. She had said she didn't know how.

His knuckles were white from clutching the steering wheel. He loved her. How could be move on from that? He'd found the one person who made him complete. His soul mate. Ha. Bones didn't believe in souls. She didn't believe in fate either.

"Do you believe in fate?"

"Absolutely not." How could two people so different, be so in love with each other. He loved her, he knew it; he'd known it. 'I love you' never made it past his lips. He feared she would run. She ran anyways and he didn't chase her.

"Now listen, remember. It's all in there." His finger pointed to Booth's heart. "Everything you need to know, just do what it tells you."

"I tried Pops, I tried."

Brennan:

She was crying now as she ran. It was irrational, it was foolish, it was stupid, but all the same she cried. She hated him, she hated herself, she hated everyone and everyone that made it so hard for her to trust people.

She though of Booth and all the abuse he had suffered, first as a child, and then as a prisoner of war. Her heart ached for him. He was a good man, a better man than most and the only one who had really stopped and saw her. Most men saw her body or her looks, or her fame. They didn't see her. But Booth did.

Work. She needed to work. She'd gotten past her nightmares, her demons. She could get past this too. All she had to do was work and put all her feelings into the cold dark vault in her mind and lock them away forever.

"He's big and strong

"He's big and strong. But he's gonna need someone. Everyone needs someone. Don't be scared."
"Scared of what? I'm not scared of anything."
"It all goes by so fast You don't want any regrets."
"I don't understand."
"Yes, you do."

Hank had been right. She did understand, but she didn't want to. Every guy she'd ever trusted had hurt her or left her. Trust. Little girls were suppose to be able to trust the adults taking care of her, granted she was 15 and hardly a little girl, but they had stolen her innocence.

She'd never been uniformed. She knew what sex was, it honestly wasn't that hard to figure out. People she didn't understand. These people were supposed to take care of her. Instead, they starved her, they beat her, they raped her, and left her broken, alone, and cold. Had she have been younger, she might have turned psychopathic.

Even now, nearly 20 years later, the nightmares plagued her mind.

The steady beat of her feet against the pavement never faltered. The Jeffersonian, her refuge, came into view. It was the closet thing she'd ever had to a home, a real home and a real family. It was her sanctuary. Booth had taken that from her as well.

The building was deserted except for the guards. She walked past them without so much as a second glance and into her office.

After a quick wash in the decontamination shower and a change of cloths, she felt slightly better. The memories still nipped and poked at her mind despite her attempts to force them away. Flopping down on the couch, she groaned. It even smelled like him here from the hours spent doing paperwork. Inhaling deeply, she fell into her dream world.

Booth:

Exhaustion set in. He'd driven for hours, circling around DC searching for the answer that couldn't be found in the pages of a book or written in the sky. She wouldn't fight for them. He hadn't fought. His thoughts drifted again to his grandfather and Parker.

"Because we work together." It was their answer to everyone who asked why they weren't together. 'Because we work together.' 'It's unprofessional.' 'There's a damn line he drew.'

'Because we're afraid.' That was the reason that lingered in his subconscious. They were afraid.

"That's a stupid reason." He froze. His son saw the connection between them even when they denied it. Maybe it wasn't too late. Tomorrow he would fight for them. If he didn't, who would?

A/N: This might stay a one shot or I might choose to expand, it all depends on you people.

Personally, I liked the ending of this episode. Brennan is scared she can't give Booth what he deserved. If they just got together it would be OOC… just my opinion.

Ok, did anyone else laugh when you saw Hodgins? He looked so funny and I don't know why. XD He was such a jerk too. "Why don't you take that femur and…"

"Hodgins!"

And Zach… I miss Zach.

And Cam… so that's what they meant in 2.1 when Cam said they'd met. Cam was supposed to die when Epps poisoned her. Random tidbit of information like Mr. Nigel Murry would say.

Angela. I'm not sure I agree with them having only known each other for a month. Brennan went to Northwestern and there are better art schools so I can see Ange not going there, but still.

Booth. O.O she got him wearing the ties.

-DHUnleashed

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