Disclaimer: Rub it in my face…yeah, actually, I would like David ru- erm, never mind…AWKWARD

AN: Wow! I was really happy with the reviews I got for the last chapter! I really appreciate that some people missed me. :D Anyway, I was really bored on my flight back from Portland, so I brainstormed a bunch of ideas for fanfic. They'll keep up with this for a week or two. This is one of them. Strange, I call it Don't Fly Away when my new continuous story is called Fly Away. Hmm…

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Temperance Brennan shifted her laptop case from one shoulder to the other. Airport lines are the worst, she thought. Sighing, she moved up a step in line to board her plane.

Being an anthropologist, she was on call for any emergency that required her expertise. The previous night, a hotel was bombed in Texas. Brennan had been called to help identify victims that had been burned, as there was a substantial amount of them. The estimated time she was to stay in Texas was two to three months.

She set her laptop on the ground next to her as the line came to a complete halt…again. That's when she heard him.

"BONES!"

Brennan whirled around at the sound of her nickname. She caught sight of her partner, Seeley Booth, pushing through the crowded terminal towards her.

"Booth…" she whispered to no one in particular.

When he finally made it over to her, he took a moment to catch his breath. Booth was still panting when he spoke.

"Thank…goodness…I…made it." He told her, gazing into her eyes.

"Booth, this had better be good. If I miss my flight, I'll-"

She was cut off by his lips crashing into hers in a sensual kiss. As much as Temperance was surprised, she all-too-willingly returned the gesture, running her hands through his hair, his own pulling her even closer…if it were possible.

The young woman behind them gave an "awww…" as Brennan moaned slightly, ignoring her need for oxygen. Finally, when she thought she would pass out, she regretfully pulled away, gasping for breath.

"What…was that…for?" she asked, searching his chocolate brown eyes with her own icy blue ones.

His signature charm smile adorned his face. "I just thought that before you left, you should know how I feel, since last time you went to help identify bodies you were almost killed."

"Yeah. Almost, Booth. Key word."

He shook his head slightly. "Too close, Temperance."

A woman's voice wafted over the terminal. "Final boarding call for flight 455 to Dallas."

"You better go." Booth whispered, trying to step away.

She pulled him back. "There are flights later tonight." She assured him, letting their lips meet again.

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Well? What do you think? I love flying…hehe, random. Please review!