A.N: Ok. You guys? You rock!! I was actually so pleased and filled with joy by your feedback that I knew I had to pay you back as soon as possible. And that's why I'm here in the ER hospital, on my breake, writing you this new chapter. You so deserve it for putting up with me. I hope you keep enjoyng the story and telling me what you think, because you make my day! And also, as I know that many of you are keeping with my other story, " What happens in Vegas", I will update that one too really soon, possibly tomorrow. No way I'll wait until the weekend to do that. Thank you so much again.

Oh, and by the way…as a MD, I'm having a lot of fun with some of the diagnosis some of you are coming up with…really, it's quite simple! You just check with any Med book…

CHAPTER 7- MORE THAN WORDS

She honestly didn't mean to break like that. She hated to be caught in a moment of fragility, and she was very proud to be able to count in one hand the times she did so. Ironically or not, most of those times took place in the arms of the man that was now holding her once more in her life. If Temperance did believed in psychology, she maybe would be able to understand and accept that this simple fact happened because he was the one that she trusted most. Seeley Booth was the person that managed to break every single and well built barriers of hers, and that alone was a great achievement. He've accepted her no matter what she would say, how personally inept with social skills she could be. He've never questionated her past and made any insinuation that she could have turned up to be a horrible person by being genetically assosciated with criminals. Instead, he had told her how wonderful and amazing she was exactly because of of all that had happened in her life. He've said that she beated every single difficultie and had became this intelligent, smart and caring woman. And everytime she would doubt that, Booth would harass her until she felt better .

And once again, there he was, taking care of her, even when she had already managed to push away every other who had tried. She would be bitter, rude, annoying, obnoxious. And Booth wouldn't even wink. Instead, he would drag her to his lap, massage her feet, caress her hair and kindly stuck with her. So, it was impossible to not let the tears flow. She felt terrible, both mentally and physically. Her skin was all sweaty because of the danm fever, she had so many chills that it seemed she would never manage to stop shaking, she coughed like TB had take place over her lungs. It hurt to breath at every single intake of air. She felt nauseated, and her head felt as is it could explode by any second. In addition, her mind was an entire mess, with all the strange thoughts and feelings that surfaced over her skin, specially when Booth was around. Despite all her horrible physically symptopms, her body still felt somewhat aroused by is proximity, and that alone would drive her crazy at a single normal day.

" Shhh. It's okay, Temperance. Really. It's gonna be okay. You're just overwhelmed. You'l feel better soon. I got you." Booth could feel his heart ache by the sound of every sob, by the feel of every tear. She tried to agree with him by nodding, and he could feel her wince and cringe in pain.

" My head. I think it will blow at any minute from now." Finally, she wasn't able to filter what her mouth could say at all, and she could no longer deny and keep quiet about everything she felt. Now, I'm definitely lost. I can't even deny how awfully sick I am anymore. How can I manage then to not tell Booth how wonderful the fact that he's here? How am I going to be able not to say things I've suppressed so long, hat I've felt for so long? All I can hope is for him to relevate whatever happens on the next hours.

" Sure it hurts, Bones. Our entire body hurts when we are sick, my alleged genious." Oh my God, make her unable to notice that I've called her mine. Booth turned at her slightly, never letting her head be bothered my any movement, still lying on his shoulder, in order to somewhat face her. " And it wont get better if you don't let us found what exactly is wrong with you. And if you don't start taking a little more care with yourself, for that matter. I'm sure that you know that an empty stomach usually only worse an already killing headache, Bones? What do you say you eat any of these stuff on your coffee table before we think about taking you out of this place,huh?" And there it was, the charm smile. The one she could barely say no when she was in her 100 per cent, let alone when she could barely think anything more clever than imagining a shirtless seeley Booth.

" No." Her voice was a bare whisper, but Booth could feel a plea in there, and inquired with his eyes. " I feel really nauseated. What if I throw up?" Her eyes were as wide as one of a five years old girl, and Booth had to collect all his self control not to pinch her nose and kiss her pouting bottom lip.

" So what? We all do get sick now and then, Tempe." Brennan felt again tears stinging in her eyes by the sounf of her nickname rising into his lips. It felt so...right. " You know, sometimes what comes in, has to come out. Simple as that, know what I mean?" He gave her the same smile he usually reserved for parker when they had these king of arguments.

" I don't want to throw up in front of anyone, specially you,of all people." And it was true. She didn't. It would be too embarrassing. She knew it was an stupid way to act, for she knew that vomiting was a very normalbody reaction of illness. But still...

" Bones, so what? What's the matter of you throwing up in front of me? It's not like something I've never seen before, you know, people vomiting. And I'll pull your hair if that happens, I promise. I don't bother."

" Booth, no! I don't want you near me in such an ocasion, thank you very much." Could this become more awkward? Booth is talking about pulling my hair while I'm getting sick.

" Temperance, what's the matter with this? We're partners, and most important, friends. Friends do this kind of stuff for each other, you know. Unless you don't think of me as your friend? As someone you can rely on? Is that it, Bones?" Brennan could feel the fear and sadness in his voice, and lifted her head of his shoulders, despite the pain it caused. She had to look into his eyes.

" No. No, Booth. Stop it. We are friends. You are my best friend. It's just... I don't want you to see me that horrible. In such na awfull and disgusting way. Because...because...it's you. I don't want YOU to see me like that." She sniffled a few more times, and he shoves away some tear's strains of her face.

" Temperance. I want you to understand something very important right now. You would look still the most stunning woman in the world to me even if there was exorcist like green vomit head spinning around a broken neck in front of me. You re beautiful, so beautiful. Hey, a little puking would never change that. Or anything." He watched her eyes almost pop out of her orbits, and suddenly realized that he could had as well have said that she was, indeed, beautiful because she was his. His Bones. His beautiful, gorgeous Tempe. Oh,Fuck. And now, she looks like a deer ready to run. Ok, different approach, now, Seeley. Emergency plan B. NOW.

" Ok, Bones. Remember the time that Parker got that really nasty bug and after a few days I was exactly like him? Meaning, I couldn't work at all because I was puking my guts out. I mean, I was or laying down in my bed whining like a girl or at the bathroom worshiping the porcelain God – it means toilet, by the way." He waited for her to nod her remebrance before carrying on. " And do you remember that you've practically camped ito my place until I was feeling better? Forcing me to into those girly fruity food stuff that you would say that settles down the stomach and those silly noodle soups? And more importantly, remember that by the firts day,when you arrived and burst in my place while I was kneeling in front of the toilet? And That I've asked you several times to just get the hell out of there and leave me alone on my misery and please wait for me in the leaving room for some privacy? And what did you do, may I ask you?" Booth saw that he've made his point by the small smile that started to form into her lips.

" I've told you to shut up and keep vomiting, because it was a biological body response at any stomachal virus, for it was clearly the matter with you, and that I couldn't leave you all alone in the floor and risk you having a syncope because of low blood pressure. And then, I moistened a cloth and pressed against your forehead everytime that you were able to stop throwing up." Booth pressed her against his body once more while feeling her shivers.

" There you go. I was like crap, sweating and probably smelling really bad, and yet you stuck with me. So, you are not allowed to deny me the honors now. And you smell so much better, honey. Really." I'm almost completely positive that this verbal diarreya that got into Bones is way contagious. YOU SMELL MUCH BETTER,HONEY? He jumped uncounciously under his lack of care with his words, bouncing Bones with it.

" My head" She didn't mean to moan, but it was like shaking her brain and then squeezing it.

" Sorry Bones. So sorry." He looked at her desperately, and she leaned against his chest, her baby blue eyes fiding his chocolate ones.

" Will you kiss it better?" Oh. My. God. Where Am I, KIndergarden? Maybe I'm dying. I hope so. That way, Booth wont be able to gloat at me after that.

" TEMPERANCE! I didn't even know that you were familiar with that expression." That's it Seeley. Train to gain time.

" I was a child once, Booth. I know it may be hard to believe, but there was a time that I've had a mother hat would do that for me." She remembered sadly, but she was now a woman on a mission. " So? Will you kiss it better?"

Booth was about to diverge the subject once again, but this time, he realized that he could use the situation on his and actually his Bones behalf. The end justifies the means, right? So, he faced her closely, before going to her coffee table and gathering one glass.

" You know what, Bones? I'll make a deal. I'll kiss you better, if you drink this lovely orange juice. And then, if you do good as well and let me Take you to the hospital and take some X-rays. You cannot say no to a man that allowed you to watch he puking his lunch from seventh grade or something. You will let me take care of you."

This time, he took a seat right besides her, glass on hand and charm smile in place. And those danm boyish brown eyes.

Slow, very slowly, she took the glass of his hands, never stoping to gaze at him. It felt as if they broke this feeble connection, things would never happen. Booth could tell by the look on her eyes that her throat was in deep pain by every gulp she took and he almost made her stop. Almost, because he knew that she really, really some food into her system.

" That's it. No more. Can I go sleep now?" Brennan had pleading eyes by now, dropping the empty glass and actually curling into the sopha.

" Whoa, whoa, Bones. No sleeping now. We have a deal. There's still the hospital part." He managed to lift her again, realizing that her eyes were more and more drowsy. " And I've promised you a rewarding, haven't I?"

Temperance felt every inch of her body aching, her head spinning, her breathing shallow. She didn't even remembered what she've said anymore. Her strength was gone by the effort of having to sit and feed herself. She didn't care. But then, the sweetest, more caring gesture she've ever received took place and for a moment, every pain and disease she felt dessapeared. Soft, warm lips brushed against her forehead, slowly, tauntily, swift fingers tilting her chin in order to even her head. Booth couldn't believe he was doing it, and yet she couldn't also believe he'd never tried it before. Her skin was pure silk. Her hair smelled like cinnamon , and something more exotic, more hers. More Bones. He moved his lips slowly to her temples, finally stopping in her cheekbone. Because he knew that if he continuated, that would be no turning point.

She never felt her head so light as that moment. And despite all the weakness that her body now suffered from, all she wanted was to grab Booth entirely, for her heat was now mixed with something way bigger then fever.

And she knew that he felt exactly the same, for his voice was rough and uneven while he carefully placed her on his arms and started moving.

" I think we both need to be checked up, after all."

TBC...