The Lyrics in the Soul Chapter 10: Never Be The Same Again, a bones fanfic

A / N – Sorry, sorry sorry. I know it's been a while. So this chapter is extra long and fluffy to compensate.

The song is Never Be The Same Again by Mel C (sporty spice) with a rap interlude by Lisa 'Left Eye' Lopez. I was going to take that section of the song out until I read the lyrics and realized how fabulous they are.

Thanks to Moonlight Gardenias. Your feedback is great. And to everyone who made suggestions about Booths gift, thank you. I now have loads of amazing ideas.

Disclaimer – All I want for Christmas is Seeley Booth but it ain't gonna happen cause he most defiantly belongs to somebody else.

Enjoy

"Popcorn?"

"Can they serve it plain? It's much healthier like that."

"But then it tastes of nothing!" Booth turned back to the counter. "Can you do that?"

Temperance Brennan smiled as Booth looked expectantly towards the bored teenager currently placing their drink order - soda for him, water for her – down next to the till. She recalled his ever increasing need to make sure she got everything she wanted.

"No."

"Oh," His brow furrowed. "Umm..."

"We'll have salted." Brennan instructed.

Booth handed over the cash as Brennan grasped the popcorn in one hand and her drink in the other. Pocketing his change, Booth snatched up his soda and placed his free hand against her lower back. While intimate to others, to her it was comfortably familiar. As Booth guided her to their seats she stopped abruptly.

"Can we sit up there?"

"Back row?" He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Really?"

"I once had a bad experience with a child kicking the seats behind me."

"What movie did you come to that a child would see?"

"I don't recall. I was about eight at the time."

Booth rolled his eyes and grinned. "Please tell me you have been to the movies since you where eight."

"Of course. I watched March of the Penguins a few years ago"

"You're kidding, right? Cause it was more of a documentary." The distaste in his voice was apparent.

"It was an exceptionally good film. Very informative."

"Well I hope you like this one" Booth had selected a romantic comedy. A 'chick flick'. He figured she would question the logic of a horror, and they already lived enough drama themselves to enjoy an action movie.

"I'm sure it will be great. What is it about?"

"Watch and see."

I call you up whenever things go wrong.
You're always there. You are my shoulder to cry on.
I can't believe it took me quite so long.
To take the forbidden step.
Is this something that I might regret?

Temperance shifted in her seat. The theater was warm. Or was that just her? Glancing around the darkened room she made out approximately thirty other people at this showing. Her mind was buzzing as she replayed his earlier kiss from the bar. It had certainly distracted from the compromising situation they had found themselves in. She reached down for a handful of popcorn and found his hand obstructing her way.

"Sorry" he whispered, his hot breath inches from her ear as he slid his hand away, stroking the top of her own, gently with his thumb, as he did so. Her heart skipped a beat.

Distracted, she struggled to keep up with the plot and as the movie progressed they each intermittently stole hidden glances at the other. Until the love scene. A montage of positions and exposed flesh, set to a particularly romantic track left them both transfixed on the screen. The concept of engaging the others attention while these images flashed in front of them was too much. Years of pent up desire were slowly burning up inside and nether wanted to let go too soon.

An unusual sensation on her shoulder made her aware that at some point Booth had placed his arm across the back of her chair and was now playfully twisting the top of her sweater between his fingers. She leaned into Booth to afford him a little more room.

Come on, come on
Nothing ventured nothing gained.
You are the one
A lonely heart that can't be tamed.
Come on, come on
I'm hoping that you feel the same.
This is something that I can't forget.

His arm slipped down to rest on her shoulders. Brennan surprised herself as she raised up her hand and interlinked her fingers with his. This all felt so...

Natural.

She closed her eyes and relaxed. Her mind clear of everything other than here and now.

I thought that we would just be friends.
Things will never be the same again.
It's just the beginning it's not the end.
Things will never be the same again.
It's not a secret anymore.
Now we've opened up the door.
Starting tonight and from now on.
We'll never, never be the same again.
Never be the same again.

As the credits began to roll the auditorium filled with light. Booth squinted and stretched his arms away.

"I guess I should get you back to the diner."

Brennan had almost forgotten about the cleaning she had agreed to that morning. She sighed and nodded. "I could think of preferential activities."

Booth looked startled, then quickly regained his composure. His first instinct has been that she was suggesting... that! O.K. so they had held hands in the cinema. Rather intimately, actually. And he had kissed her in the bar. But their cover was in question and he'd had to take drastic action. His blood began to course faster through his veins as he recalled the sensation of her hot breath inside him. He'd told her that he loved her. Three times now. But she hadn't given him any clue about her own feelings. Still, he wasn't that sure if he was ready for his fantasies to become real so quickly. He'd imagined they would take their time.

Or he could be on the wrong track completely? After all, as far as he was concerned, anything was more enjoyable than cleaning.

Although? She was always commenting on his instincts.

Being right.

Now I know that we were close before.
I'm glad I realised I need you so much more.
And I don't care what everyone will say.
It's about you and me.
And we'll never be the same again.

They walked leisurely along the tarmac, Booth slipping his hand into hers. She hadn't spoken since they left the cinema. She looked thoughtful, pensive, almost like she was somewhere else. A part of him understood why he had first told her that he loved her back at the Jeffersonion. By leaving he was giving her time to process the facts. To reach her own conclusions.

He knew she wouldn't be rushed. He'd told Sweets that fact when he suggested one of their own was Gormagon's apprentice. Although he'd silently wondered if their annoyance at Sweets was because of his 'seduction by pie' comment. He smiled.

"What's with the goofy smile?" She asked, looking up at him.

"Just thinking."

"About?"

"Pie."

She rolled her eyes and playfully slapped his shoulder with her free hand.

"Ow. What was that for?" He rubbed his shoulder dramatically.

"You have nothing better than pie to think about?"

The innuendo ridden statements were back in play. Had they performed some sort of voodoo ritual on her to make everything she said sound incredibly flirtatious? He needed clarification.

"Can you say something technical?"

"Like what exactly?"

"About bones and stuff."

"Why? Are you missing squint speak?" she teased, poking her finger into his ribs.

Booth pulled a face in resentment. "No!" he asserted. "I'm just... I'm trying to work out how much of you is in Roxy."

She nodded her head gently, acknowledging his uncertainty. "Clavicle... Fibula... Dorsal Tarsometatarsal Ligaments..."

"Hmm. I defiantly do not miss squint speak."

They walked a little further before she spoke again. And when she did it was so soft that he almost didn't hear.

"It's still me, you know."

I thought that we would just be friends
Things will never be the same again.
It's just the beginning it's not the end.
Things will never be the same again.
It's not a secret anymore.
Now we've opened up the door.
Starting tonight and from now on.
We'll never, never be the same again.
Never be the same again.

They were back at the diner.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." A thought occurred to him. "What for?"

"Tonight." Her eyelashes fluttered in the soft glow of the street lights. "I had a really nice time."

"Well I'm glad," he beamed. "I should probably..." He waved his arm randomly down the street. "I have Mass." Booth took a couple of steps backwards, then turned and began to walk away.

She called out after him."Wait!" she pleaded. Christmas was a big deal for Booth. Of course he would be going to church. "I thought you might want to spend the day at my apartment tomorrow. My dad's coming around too. I'm going to cook."

"Sure" he confirmed. They both stood awkwardly a few moments before Booth walked back and planted a kiss on her cheek. "Goodnight," he murmured.

Closing her eyes she waited for him to kiss her like before. When the kiss never came she opened them to find herself alone. Disappointed, she fumbled with the lock and entered the diner.

"I'm here," she called into the kitchen.

"Nice date, Honey?"

A crease appeared across her forehead as she quickly evaluated the evening. "I think so."

Nite and day.
Black beach sand to red clay.
The US to UK, NYC to LA.
From sidewalks to highways.
See it'll never be the same again.
What I'm sayin'
My mind frame never changed 'til you came rearranged.

In the last few years that they had spent working together she had experienced so much. And working on murder investigations had changed her. She saw families vulnerable and suffering. Broken. In her lab they saw victims come alive again with vital clues to solve their murder. Across the country, and beyond on the odd occasion, they complemented each other in every way. And now they were here.

How could Booth possibly know who she was when she wasn't a hundred percent certain that she knew herself?

She wrung out the cloth and realized she was already done.

But sometimes it seems completely forbidden.
To discover those feelings that we kept so well hidden.
Where there's no competition.
And you render my condition.
Though improbable it's not impossible.
For a love that could be unstoppable.

It was Booth's favorite hymn. And given the wonderful evening he had just enjoyed, he was singing enthusiastically along with the large congregation. As a practicing Catholic the holidays meant so much more than gifts and good food. A young boy, about Parker's age, was sat with his family in the next pew, playing with small truck. He knelt up to run the vehicle along the expanse of oak, catching Booth's watchful gaze, and smiling.

He wondered if Parker was sleeping right now?

Kneeling in prayer, Booth felt another body squeeze into the row next to him. His eyes were closed but the scent was unmistakable. He waited until the priest asked them to stand, a murmur running through the crowd, before he allowed himself to speak.

"What are you doing here?"

"I have come to a decision," she asserted. "Roxy is Catholic."

Booth looked bemused. The organ began to play the next hymn.

She moved up closer to speak over the chorus. "This situation, working in a diner. It simply doesn't have the mental stimulation I require to function coherently. So I have decided to look on the whole experience as an anthropological study. By integrating myself into an alternate environment I can observe different sub-cultural groups in their natural habitat."

"I heard the words integrating and observe so I'm gonna go out on a limb and trust you understand the point of us being here."

"Of course," she retorted, flicking through the order of service. "However, if I can make it more stimulating for myself then I should take full advantage of that opportunity." She almost purred that last comment. Booth considered her awareness of the double meaning in her voice.

Smiling broadly, he lent down and breathed in her ear. "F. Y. I., God will know your faking."

"Maybe I won't be."

But wait.
A fine line's between fate and destiny.
Do you believe in the things that were just meant to be?
When you tell me the stories of your quest for me.
Picturesque is the picture you paint effortlessly.

She settled down to witness the remainder of the service. Booth watched her with intent as she absorbed the words the priest spoke, a look of fascination masking her delicate smile. When it was over he placed his hand on her back and guided her out of the church.

"I'll walk you home. Again."

"You didn't specifically walk me home last time," she clarified.

He smiled. She was right earlier. It was still very much Temperance Brennan walking here beside him. And she knew exactly what made him tick. Just like he knew her, and how to make her crazy.

And as our energies mix and begin to multiply.
Everyday situations, they start to simplify.
So things will never be the same between you and I.
We intertwined our life forces and now we're unified.

Brennan saw a glint in his eye that she knew did not bode well.

"I have come to a decision." he declared confidently. Two can play at this game.

Suspiciously she enquired, "What?"

"Seeing as I can't call you Bones anymore, you need a new name."

"I have a new name. It's Roxy. I already told you that."

"So... I am going to call you Baby"

She looked at him in horror. "What! NO! No way on earth."

"Baby it is then."

Before she knew it they were back at her apartment door. As she slid her key in the lock Brennan felt his eyes burning into her skin. Flicking on the light, the clock on the mantel caught her eye.

"Nearly two a.m. Officially, it's Christmas day." She blushed. "I wondered if you maybe wanted your present now?"

Booth stood in the doorway, hands gripping the frame, physically restraining himself from entering her sanctuary. "Not tonight."

She turned to face him and recalled her dissatisfaction at their earlier parting. "Then I'll see you in about twelve hours." Before he had chance to respond her mouth was on his. For the first time they were kissing without an audience. Her arms snaked around his neck, causing her sweater to rise exposing a band of flesh around her midriff as he responded fervently. Booth's hands slid up to her hips, his thumbs caressing the bare skin above her waistband. She pulled back only when a lack of oxygen threatened to cause them to pass out.

"Goodnight"

He ran his tongue over his lower lip to taste her again. "Goodnight... baby"

Temperance scowled and shut the door.

Authors note – Had I realized audience participation was the way to go

i would have been asking for your wonderful ideas so much sooner.

So... I'm looking for a song that emulates the relationship between Brennan and her dad? Suggestions please by clicking on this little box down here. :)