I'm glad that all of you could join me in this collection. Now this second piece is metaphor heavy and was inspired by the fact that I got season 5 for my birthday and started watching it today only to realize that season five was really rough emotionally in a way that I didn't really understand until you start watching the episodes back to back. Anyway it got me thinking about what's to come and my brain came up with this. I apologize if you don't like this style of writing but it just seemed to fit the mood of what I was going for.

Let's see... important details: The Center is Booth and Brennan, and the Observers are Cam, Angela, Sweets and Hodgins. In my head at least the questioner is Cam, the nose wrinkler is Angela, the head shaker is Sweets, and the shrugger is Hodgins. I promise that sentence will make more sense when your reading it.

I don't own Bones and appreciate that immensely even when I want to give the writers a piece of my mind when they slowly crush my heart with every little moment.

Storm Brewing

There's a storm brewing. The dark clouds loom in the distance, waiting, seemingly watching for the worst possible moment to sweep in and reek untold of amounts of damage. The air seems to spark with the intensity of what is to come. It weighs at first, unknowingly, on the people wrapped up in their busy lives successfully convincing themselves that everything is fine and that they have achieved normalcy. But as time passes its inevitability begins to weigh heavier on everyone, slowly the complaints of the coming tempest begin to surface. It starts with a small comment here and there working its way up to be the sole subject of conversation.

One whispers to the other, "Do you think they can feel it?" the only response is a nod because the subject of conversation is too close for further conversation.

"It must be killing her." Someone observed, and no one could disagree, rather they could only nodded their heads in solemn agreement knowing that there is nothing more that they could do than try and maintain normalcy and weather the impending doom in silence.

"Things are falling apart." It was whispered into the small observing group, the others tried to come up with an argument against what had been uttered, but could find none and they turned back to activity at hand: watching everything crumble before their eyes.

Finally, someone asked the one question that was lingering in the back of all their minds, "Do you think that they'll survive this?" The question was greeted with silence as they each contemplated the thought, before one looked up at the center of the storm with a soft assured grin on their face, "Yeah." They say resolutely, "It might be a little bumpy but yeah they're going to be just fine." They take this for granted and smile to each other, before the youngest jokes, "Fasten your seat belts ladies and gentlemen we're in for a bumpy ride."

It's almost overnight the impending doom sweeps in leaving a wake of destruction in its path. The stalling force for the storm disappeared into the night, allowing everything to flood out into the open. No one was expecting it to break when it did or with such a fury but when the lab doors slid open and they were greeted with the destruction no one batted and eye, rather moving on directly to triage the situation and keep things operating as best they could.

They all knew that it was meaningless to try and help and at the end of the day they couldn't do anything more that provide a temporary patch to keep things running while things fell apart. Unlike the last time where everything felt like it slipped away this time things shattered, leaving sharp and painful edges scattered across the landscape.

"How long do you think this will last?" Finally, one of the observers gathered the courage to ask, the others shrugged, no one wanting to think that they were facing an indefinite period before things would return to normal, let alone consider the possibility that they might have to change their definition of normal. The thought was simply too painful to consider.

Then as suddenly as the storm had swept in it was over. The air had a sparkly fresh feeling that is only possible after it's finally rained after days of anticipation. To say that it was all smiles and sunshine sounds a little ridiculous and yet they can find no other way to describe the feeling. "I told you it would be just fine." The one gloats in passing and the others smile and laugh knowing that they were right.

"What do you think happened?" One asked as they watched something quite literally blossom before their eyes. "He didn't chase her again did he?" One wrinkled their nose, another shook their head, and the last simply shrugged their shoulders unconcerned about how the peace finally came about content that it did.

"It had to be her." The head shaker finally said, "He's put his heart on the line too many times, this time it had to be her. If she didn't make the first move this time we would still be trying to hold everything together with nothing but our own stubbornness."

"I guess that makes sense." The questioner agreed.

"Does it matter, they're happy now, and I was right about it working out." Gloated the shrugger.

At that moment, the center of the storm approached, looking nothing like they had just weathered the emotional hurricane that had just ripped through everyone. "What we talking about?" One questioned.

The nose wrinkler smiled and simply asked, "What changed between you?" Gesturing at the lack of space between their bodies. The others all looked shocked but at the same time eager to hear the answer.

The ever-rational one gazed around the table at the group of people that had become the lifeline they relied on their eyes finally settling on the one person that they could never do without, and answered. "We experience a close call on the case the other day and I felt it was pertinent that Booth be made aware of my feelings towards him."

He chuckled and the rest of the table tried not to look too amused, as the other half of the center smiled wrapping an arm around the other, "Yeah she went all emotional on me, when she thought I'd been shot." He pressed a kiss to her lips in a gesture that the rest had never seen before, "Apparently nearly dying for the third time is the trick." They joked with the table as the other half gently elbowed him in embarrassment.

They all grinned stupidly because this is exactly what they've been dancing around for years and now it seems as though the proverbial cloud has evaporated. "I believe this calls for champagne." One signaled the bar tender, easing the tension and they all dissolved into happy comfortable discussion that had long been absent as they waited for the sparkling liquid to be poured.

They all lifted their glasses as peace flowed in the wake of the storm and one whispered to the click of the glasses, "To eventually."

What did you think? Did it make sense? Did it work for you?

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