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

11. Chapter 11

Dedicated to the One I Love

Chapter 11

Booth sat back in his chair, letting his fork fall to his empty plate with a clink. "I love Hannah, I really do. And I didn't doubt that she was perfect for me in every way until she showed up here in DC and I saw her next to Bones. And I'm not saying that comparing her to Bones has made me realize that I don't love Hannah. Just that maybe I'm not as ready to move on as I thought I was. When I look at Bones I still feel the same about her. I still love her as much as I did before we left."

Sweets sat quietly, listening to his friend. He had a feeling this would happen. "In what way are you comparing Hannah to Dr. Brennan?"

"In every way. And don't look at me like that. I can't help it. Bones is the standard. I compare all women to her."

"Do you want –"

"I don't know what I want, Sweets. That's the problem," Booth interrupted.

"Okay, but what I was going to ask is – you know what, never mind." He sighed. "Ideally how would you like to treat this situation?"

"I don't know, Sweets, that's why I'm talking to you." Booth leaned his elbows on the table. "Me and Bones have been texting each other with this new program Angela created for our phones." He took out his phone and slid it across the table to Sweets. "It lets us send songs to each other. Check out the history."

Sweets scrolled through Booth's text history with Brennan and couldn't help but smile. "It looks to me like you've already made your decision, Booth. The songs you've been sending her are indicative of your wanting to continue with the same level relationship as before you both went your separate ways. Her responses are indicative of a deeper knowledge of her emotional connection to you. Do you want my advice?"

Booth sent him a level look. "No Sweets, I just thought I would tell you what was going on to pass the time. Of course, I want your advice."

"You already know what you should do. You have already acknowledged the problem. And I'm sure you have already decided that the way you're feeling right now isn't fair to any of you. I can't tell you what you should do." Sweets slid the phone back to Booth. "Except to take some time to reevaluate your feelings. Trust your gut, it hasn't steered you wrong yet." He held Booth's gaze until the other man nodded in agreement. "Have you chosen a song to send back to Dr. Brennan?"

Booth shrugged. "Yeah. And now I'm not sure I should send it."

"Is it a fair indicator of your feelings?" Booth gave a slow nod. "Then send it."