YAY! The computer is working again! Hopefully it stays that way. Sorry for the delay in updating, like I said, the computer has been a pain in the ass.

Happy 16th to two of the most awesome people in the world! Last night was awesome fun. Never run so fast in my life. Cake and maple syrup for breakfast :P

Enjoy!

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Seeley Booth had gotten so used to seeing her every day. Walking her home from school. Bypassing through the park and sneaking in a few kisses here and there. Inviting her over for dinner and watching a movie. There were few days in which he hadn't seen her. He'd spent his whole life not knowing she even existed, but once he did, he couldn't stand to be away. That's probably why he'd been so restless all day.

After calling Max to tell him that Tempe was in the hospital, Max had driven straight over. He was allowed to stay with her that night. But when Max had driven her home the next morning, it changed. It was obvious that he blamed Booth for what had happened to Tempe. Max had dropped Booth home on the way.

That was two days ago.

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"I'll get it!" Tempe called loudly from upstairs when she heard the phone ringing.

Flinging herself up from her bed and running along the hall before turning right and bounding down the stairs two at a time. By the time she got to the kitchen, where there only phone was positioned, Max had already answered.

"It's Max," he said. "Sorry, Seeley, but she's not up to talking at the moment."

"Dad!" Tempe protested, knowing fully well that he knew fully well that she was perfectly capable of talking on the phone. Just like she was fully capable of going to school and having visitors.

Max held up a finger to silence her and said into the phone, "she needs her rest. You can come and see her when she is better."

The room was silent for a few moments before Max finalised, "she'll be better when she is better," and hung up the phone.

"Why can't I speak to him? I'm fine," she complained, hating being confined in her own home.

"You're not fine. You almost drowned. You need to rest," Max said, continuing to read the business section of the newspaper.

"I am fine. I was released from hospital two days ago. They wouldn't have sent me home if I wasn't!" She continued angrily, "You can't keep me from going to school. I have to go. I have work due."

"In a couple days when you're back to your full health, you can go back to school. But for now, you need to stay home and rest."

"Argh!" Tempe sighed, turning on her heel and stomping her way loudly back up the stairs.

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Two days.

She hadn't been at school; he'd gone and waited in his usual self, but she was nowhere to be seen. He'd tried calling countless times; most of the time hanging up when Max answered, knowing what his answer would be. That morning when he had called, he could've sworn he heard Tempe's voice, loud and clear, in the background. But maybe he was just imagining things. Even though he'd come 'round to see her, to check on how she was feeling, he wasn't allowed in.

She needs her rest.

She'd had her rest. Lying in a hospital bed for two days straight. If that's not rest, what is?

Jared had asked Booth a couple times for help with his homework, seeing as Tempe hadn't been over. But Booth could only help to a certain extent. He hadn't been paying attention to maths and science in school. He'd been focusing on sports.

Booth had gone to bed early that night. The stress of trying to figure out maths equations and worrying about Tempe and when he'd see her again had worn him out.

It was around half past midnight when his door creaked open a little.

"Jared, go back to bed," Booth mumbled, rolling onto his other side. When his little brother didn't reply but only opened his door further, he said, "what is it? I'm trying to sleep."

"Sorry."

It was that word that made him bolt up in bed, his eyes wide with shock, staring at the doorway. She was wearing leggings and a hoodie, and her visible shivering and chattering teeth proved just how cold she was. The glow from the moonlight allowed him to see her apologetic eyes and flushed cheeks. She was rubbing her hands up and down her upper arms in order to warm up.

Getting quickly to his feet, Booth reached her in only a few strides. He pulled her to him as he wrapped his arms around her shaking torso and pressed a kiss to her hair.

"I missed you," she whispered.

"What are you doing here? Wait, how did you get here?" he asked.

"I walked. My Dad wouldn't let me talk to you and wouldn't let you come in and see me. So I came and saw you," she smiled.

As contagious as her smile was, Booth couldn't help but still frown a little, "you walked? It's freezing outside. And its the middle of the night. What did you do? Sneak out your bedroom window?"

She nodded against his bare chest. "Like I said, I missed you."

"Me too," he whispered, crashing his lips onto hers, longing to feel her skin on his. Her hands ran through his hair as they backed up until they both fell out from under their own feet and toppled back onto his bed.

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For those of you who asked for more fluff, I hope this sufficed. The next few chapters I plan to be quite fluffy, before it becomes a little angsty again.

Please review and let me know what you thought.

Em xXxXxxx