Author's Note: I know I know. I have to say the first that this chapter is not the last one. In the beggining this story was going to be an oneshot but is becoming bigger and bigger. Losts of Angst and despair so I hope you like it! I send millions of kisses to everyone who reviewed and read this story. I love you all.

Author's Special Note: This goes to syd15 who is officialy my BETA and has been helping with this chapter when I got stucked in it. Thanks so much Gema!!!!!

I DO NOT OWN BONES

Her blood stopped running into her veins while Booth´s knees hit the ground. Her mind told her to jump but her body was frozen overwhelmed by feelings.

A soft groan of pain escaped from his lips and as a ray of light she jumped from the edge of his bed and felt on her knees in front of him. Her legs hurt but what was worse than that was the expression of his face. Eyes closed by pain and opened mouth trying to catch air that seemed never arrived to his lungs.

"Booth!!! Booth!!! Does your left arm hurt??!! Booth!!!!" her voice sounded all over the room. She was yelling at him but he didn´t seem to be listening to her at all.

She pressed her hands on his shoulders and shook him trying to catch his attention but he only could open his eyes.

"Booth please. I need an answer before calling an ambulance" she lifted his face with her hands "please Booth. Tell me something. Nod if you understand me" he nod softly when he listened to her but it just meant that he heard her. He looked at her and saw a new tear running through her cheek.

He felt how all those emotions that wrapped his heart started vanishing and with his hands over her knees look into her eyes to find them full with tears now. She knew instinctively that he felt better and covering his hands with hers moved towards slowly until she rested her forehead on his. Her eyes were closed but tears kept falling from them.

"Booth" she said quietly catching her breathe "are you better?"

He had his eyes opened and never stopped looking into her waiting for them to open and share a glance. She didn´t do it so he spoke.

"Much better. I acted strange but something pulled me to do it. I´m sorry if I scared you"

"You horrified me" she said letting a soft sob escape from her lips "You scared me to death and I still am"

"Come here" he said standing up and lifting her up in his arms. She put her arms around his neck until she felt how he rested her softly over his bed.

When he lied her on bed he rested beside her. She was tightly wrapped to his neck and didn´t want to let him go. While in bed he curled his legs with hers and stroke her forehead softly with his nose. She was still sobbing in his arms and her shoulders shook violently. He looked at her trying to understand why she acted that way. Why she cared so much about him. He really cared about her but this was a bad moment for him to think about his feelings for her when just moments ago he tried to take off his own life. If his life didn´t worth living it why was he still with her in his room? Why he didn´t force her to go away from him and let him alone? Why was he holding her in his motel room bed while she was crying for him? Why for him? Why did he do that to her?

Her shoulders stopped their shakes slowly and her sobs disappeared some time later. The softness of his caressing and the slow rhythm of his breathing finally calmed her down. She felt how his fingers were drawing invisible pictures on her back while her hands started stroking the back of his neck.

"Temperance" he said trying not to think in her actions and concentrating in what he wanted to tell her "Temperance please stop."

She opened her eyes and looked directly at him. His eyes had a plea mixed with something she never saw in his eyes before, lust. Automatically she stopped moving her hands and he thanked her with a soft smile, the first one she saw in days.

"I have something to tell you and... I can´t think while you´re stroking me" he said almost grinning. "What you´ve seen since you came here shouldn´t had happened"

"What do you mean?"

"It means " he took a deep breathe before "that you shouldn´t have seen it. You shouldn´t have felt all this sadness because of me. It could have been better not to know".

He couldn´t keep looking into her eyes and looked away, nowhere in particular. She could have stormed out, yelled at him, argued until the end of time about what he had just said to her but everything he took in response was the sweet touch of her lips over his. Just a second and then he felt how she got up and started walking towards the door.

Was she really going to leave him in that situation? Was she really take the blame and guilt of his death over her shoulders? Every step she made was harder and harder but nothing similar as the feeling of loosing his contact. If she was really going to walk away she needed to take a last glance and then she´ll disappear through the door and won´t look back. Holding the doorframe she turned around slowly trying to control her overwhelming feelings and saw him resting over his right elbow looking at her.

Tears run through his cheeks and he didn´t even move when he saw her turn again and open the door. She was leaving, she was doing what he asked her to do. But not now. Not now that she had made him feel good with their intimacy again. Not now that he already had tasted her lips on his. Not when he realised that the only one kiss from her was going to be the kiss of goodbye. He knew that what he wanted to do hours ago should have been done because right now, feeling how his body got up from bed automatically and walked towards her, that idea was erased by the needing of having her by his side again.

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