Prompt 5: Angel

A/N: this popped in my head after a little PM exchange with Pasha54.

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Brennan woke and realized that she was alone. Not sure why that was, she looked over towards the bathroom and found the door was open and the room was dark. She glanced at the clock and saw that the morning was still very young which puzzled her. Once Booth was in bed, he rarely woke unless he was being plagued by one of his nightmares or she was being visited by grim specters in her sleep.

Concerned, she slipped from her bed, pulled her robe on and left their bedroom. Moving down the hallway, she saw that the only light in the living room came from the Christmas tree lights. Passing the kitchen, she noticed the bottle of Scotch on the counter and realized that Booth must be having one of his bad nights after all.

Moving quietly over to the couch, she found him asleep with a piece of paper clutched in his hand. Concerned that he might be cold, she removed an afghan from the back of the couch and draped it over his body. Curious, she removed the sheet of paper from his hand and placed it on the coffee table. Once she was sure he was as comfortable as he could be, she leaned over picked up the paper and carried it back into their bedroom. Before she slipped back into bed she turned on the lamp on the night stand and pushed her pillows against the headboard. Once she was in bed, she leaned against the headboard and looked at the paper.

Bones, have I ever told you that you're my Angel? Yeah, I know you don't believe in angels, but I do and you're my angel. It hit me tonight that without you, I'd probably be dead. There have been a few times in my life that were a major turning point and you were there to get me through them or it. (Been awhile since I was in school and I've been drinking so if that was wrong, just overlook it, okay?)

Amused, Brennan chuckled and continued to read.

That time Gallagher kidnapped me and he was going to kill me, that time you saved me before the ship blew up and we can't forget about the brain tumor and when I was almost killed in our Mighty Hut and you helped me. You were instrumental in saving me from the sure death that was waiting for me in prison and the latest crises, when I almost died trying to save Jared.

You were there when I needed you to be and that makes you my angel.

Of course, that's just the big stuff. Don't think I forgot about the other things too. Your friendship, our partnership, the kindness you've shown me over the years, the kindness you've shown Parker and Pops. You always use to worry that you didn't have the same kind of heart I did, but Bones, my Bones, of course you do.

Your heart is so big I wonder sometimes why the world doesn't hear it beating in your chest.

I know, you probably think I'm just being goofy or maybe I drank just a little too much tonight, but I woke up this evening and I was having one of my bad dreams and I saw you lying next to me and I knew I was safe. I knew that you were there and if I wanted to, I could wake you up and you wouldn't mind because that's the type of person you are.

I wish I was like you sometimes. I really do. The world is so clear to you and you don't let the grayness bother you, at least not as much as it does me. I love that you have clarity and I wish I did too, but I don't and I know that sometimes that bothers you and yet you stay with me. I screw up and you stay.

You have heart Bones. You always have. You're my Angel and I love you.

A tear escaping her lashes, Brennan used her finger to remove it from her cheek. Slowly shaking her head, she smiled and thought about her husband and how much she loved him for who he was.

A noise capturing her attention, she looked up and spied her husband standing in the doorway, looking at her. "I love you too, Booth." Placing the paper on the nightstand, Brennan moved off the bed and walked over to where Booth was standing. "I stay because I love you. I want to be where you are."

His arms wrapping around her, Booth held her close against his body. "You know I can be goofy sometimes. Me talking about jet skis and motorcycles and stuff that I want, but you got to know they're just stuff. Interesting stuff, but just stuff. All that I have, all that I want is in this house already . . . You and the kids . . . you guys are what I want. You're what I've always wanted."

Her head resting on his shoulder, Brennan clasped her hands firmly against his back and enjoyed the feeling of love and safety by being in his embrace. "And I suppose I must confess that you are really what I want to. You spoke in your letter about the times I saved you, but Booth, you've save me too. The time the Gravedigger buried Hodgins and I alive, when Pam Noonan tried to kill me, when Dr. Batuhan shot me, when Pelant threatened to blow me up with him because he wanted me."

Shifting in his arms, her hands moved lower down his back to ease the strain in her shoulders. "And let's not forget the other things too. You could have walked away from me when I turned you down outside the Hoover and you didn't. I asked you to be my partner and you did. We walked away from each other and when we came back, even though things had changed you were still my partner and when Hannah . . . when Hannah was gone and you were angry we were still partners and friends. I know Angela blamed you for breaking my heart, but I know I broke yours too and still we remained partners and friends. I . . . "

"Stop, Bones." Moving her so that he could kiss her, he did and smiled. "The past is the past and the mistakes we made . . . That's not why I wrote that letter. I wrote it because I wanted you to know that even though I don't say it much, you're the reason that I am who I am today. That may not be romantic, but you need to know that I consider you to be my angel and I love you so much that sometimes I have to pinch myself just to make sure this isn't all a dream. Sometimes I'm afraid I'm just having a really great dream and when I wake up, you won't be with me and I won't be the man I want to be."

Her hands moving to his hips, Brennan leaned up and kissed him. "If it is a dream, then I hope we never wake up, Booth."

Returning her kiss, Booth glanced at the clock and saw the time. "God, Bones. It's three in the morning. Those kids of ours are going to be up in about two or three hours wanting their presents. We need to get some sleep tonight."

Brennan heard his words and pulled his head down so she could kiss him again. "Well, it wouldn't be the first time we had to navigate through the day with a few hours sleep."

His hands moving down her back and cupping her hips, Booth smiled. "Yeah? . . . How would you like an early Christmas present? Since we're awake and . . . you know."

Laughing, Brennan assured him, "If you're offering then who am I to turn down a present?"

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