A/N: Well, here's my second attempt at this one. My computer pretty much crashed and I had to set it to its manufactured settings so I lost the original. It sucks because I think the first one was much better than this :( PSA- Always save to disk! Thank you to Nyre The Black Rose, m3llowgirl, and VENZwife for the lovely reviews! And thank you to BrainySmurf6. She inadvertently, and without knowing, inspired me to get back at this and rewrite.
Ok…Merry Christmas BONES fans! If you're excited about seeing Booth in his boxers and socks say "Hell Yeah!" If you can't wait to see his facial expressions as she takes off his clothes say "Hell Yeah!" If you're hoping and praying for a kiss between B&B say "Hell Yeah!"…"Hell Yeah x3"
~B hearts B~
We were all together this Christmas Eve, celebrating at Hodgins' place. Me, Angela, Jack, Cam, Sweets, and even a few of the interns. All of us except Booth. Six months ago he was sent to an undisclosed location in the Middle East. Sometimes being the best at what you do has its drawbacks.
As I watched and half listened to everyone around me I thought back. We had only been officially dating for 3 months when he got his assignment. I say officially because apparently we've been subconsciously dating for years. Angela's words, not mine. We spent every moment together that we could spare, and then tried to squeeze in some more. I may be naïve about some things, but not about what could happen while he's away.
Before he boarded his plane, he put an envelope with my name on it in my hand. I knew what was in the envelope and I didn't want it. I tried to give it back but he stopped me. He told me that he hopes and prays I'll never have to read it, but he'd feel guilty as hell if something happened and he hadn't left me anything. I started to say something about him being dead and therefore he wouldn't be aware of anything anymore but I stopped myself. I didn't even want to bring up the possibility of him not coming back. I just hugged and kissed him and he was off. Thankfully the envelope remains unopened.
I was pulled from my thoughts by the song on the radio. It was an upbeat Christmas song, one that sounded vaguely familiar. One of those that take you back to your childhood and makes you smile. Much better than the ones that threaten to suck the air out of your lungs and bring tears to your eyes.
There were no phones where Booth went so communication has pretty much been nonexistent. He did get to call a few times, but the calls were short and far between. Lets see, we talked 4 times at about 5 minutes each call. Over a 6 month time period, that's an average of 0.02259887 calls per day and 0.00007847 minutes per call. Not a lot of talk time.
The next song was also familiar, but painfully so. Angela gave me a knowing smile as I got up and walked to the kitchen. On my way, I heard the words fading and my eyes threatened to water.
I'm dreaming tonight of a place I love
Even more then I usually do
And although I know it's a long road back
I promise you
I tried to make myself busy but soon realized there wasn't much for me to do in the kitchen. There were no dishes to be washed or food to prepare. All of a sudden the other room got quiet, I imagine it was because of my sudden departure.
I closed my eyes and thought of Booth. Where was he? How was he? Was he safe? I let the whisper of his name escape my lips and slowly dropped my head. It's funny how our heads can play tricks on us. Just as I lowered mine, I thought I heard him say my name too. I stood there, motionless, trying to will his voice to speak again. To my surprise, it did. But this time it sounded much closer. I lifted my head, turned around, and almost hit the floor. There he was, right in front of me, standing in the same kitchen as me. Still in shock, I walked up to him and stopped, so close our noses almost touched. I looked at his lips and saw the smile that threatens to turn my knees into jelly. The next couple minutes were a blur of long overdue kisses and roaming hands. In the back ground I could hear the song coming to an end and I held him even tighter.
I'll be home for Christmas
You can count on me
Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents under the tree
Christmas Eve will find me
Where the love light beams
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams
~B hearts B~
A/N: The song is "I'll Be Home For Christmas". This song has a very special place in my heart. Every time I hear it, I think of December 25, 1997. I was at the Christmas church service in boot camp. There were recruits "stationed" beside the pews, their only job was to hand out tissues to those who needed them. I made sure the one closest to me earned her pay :)