Dedicated To The One I Love

by luvhapiends

You remember not so long ago when Booth came back from Afghanistan with some arm candy and Brennan came back from Maluku with some clarity? Well, this is my own little interlude of what could have happened. Angela puts a music app on Booth & Brennan's phones to help them tell each other how they feel. DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY PART OF BONES or ANY OF THE SONGS I USED

8. Chapter 8

A/N: Here is the latest Chapter. It's a bit later than I wanted to post it, but things seem to have gotten away from me in RL. I do apologize.

Dedicated to the One I Love

Chapter 8

Booth arrived at his apartment and opened the door. Hannah was sitting on the couch watching television, and when she saw him, gave him a welcoming smile. Normally that smile would fill him with warmth, but tonight, Hannah's beautiful smile only made him feel like a sharp blade was piercing his chest. Absently he rubbed the spot high on the right side of his chest marred by a circular scar. He managed a weak smile to her before disappearing into the bedroom.

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Hannah watched him walk away from her without a word, and her smile fell. When the door opened, she had turned her head and was instantly compelled to smile in response to the happiness on his face. But within seconds his face transformed and he looked like he was in pain. She saw him raise his left hand and stroke it over the area of his chest, where the ugly scar that he wouldn't talk about, resided. Then he had just turned and walked away.

Something must have happened since his earlier call to her, telling her he was going to see Temperance for a little while. She made a mental note to ask the other woman the next time they talked.

The bedroom door opened and Seeley slowly made his way back toward the living room. "Baby, how was your dinner with Temperance?" She saw him wince slightly, and rubbed the spot again. "It looks old, but does that scar still hurt?"

A sad smile crossed his lips. "Yeah, sometimes."

"How did you get it?"

He closed his eyes against the memory. "I told you, I got shot. I really don't want to talk about it," he answered, hoping that would put an end to her questions. She nodded, and went back to watching television. They sat in silence until the end of the show she was watching; when she stood and announced that she was going to bed.

Booth sat alone in the living room after Hannah went to bed. He was tired and knew he should follow her example, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it yet. Instead, he took out his phone and turned it over and over in his hand, pondering whether or not he should respond to Brennan's text then, or wait until morning. He slid the phone open and accessed the song bank. There was no harm in choosing the reply, he thought. He didn't have to send it right away.