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UNINTENDED – by GoldenNinde

Chapter 2

What had we done?

"Bones."

I jumped, startled. I hadn't really expected him to talk to me. Or call me right after I stumbled out. For one, crazy moment I thought he was calling me to continue where we left off. But of course, his tone as he said that one word (and it just had to be that one) was final, sad.

I felt angry, and frustrated, and still pulsing from unfulfilled urges.

"What?" I spat, perhaps a bit too aggressive. But suddenly I was furious. He was the one who'd asked, who'd begged… and he was the one who stopped.

I hated him.

"Get back inside the car, you'll compromise the investigation. And catch a cold."

And he certainly wasn't going to try and change my mind.

I couldn't see him; the door was closed, the window still foggy (although this was disappearing), the inside of the car; dark, and the night; darker. But even though I couldn't, I knew what I'd see when I opened the door.

And that was exactly what I saw.

He was clutching the steering wheel, his knuckles white. He didn't glance at me as I shut the door and sat down next to him, but I could see the fabric of his pants, straining. Yet his face was a mask of regret and self hatred. This had been wrong, a slip of focus, to him. Error. His eyes burned with the word.

I hated him. During these moments I truly, deeply hated him for doing this to me. For making me feel crazy with need, and then making me choose, and then making me go inside the car when all I needed was the cold wind to clear my mind. And my body.

My hate fuelled my determination, and my courage.

"Why were you so angry? This morning, when you came into my office… what happened?"

I didn't ask the real question, though. Why was he so angry all the time? Not just this morning, not just today. What was wrong with us?

I'd wanted to make him uncomfortable, to make him hot for me, as much as I was for him, still now, panting for breath inside this wretched car.

I had no idea that he would be up to the challenge.

More than up for it.

"Are you kidding? You. That's what happened. You in those ridiculous jeans leaning up for some papers or whatever… you looked so hot I almost broke down."

I shivered, unable to contain the irrational feeling this little confession brought.

"And now?"

Make him say it, make him suffer…

"For god's sake, even your breathing turns me on!"

I froze in shock.

Now what?

"But…" I didn't know what to say. I had no idea what to say.

"Bones, we have to forget this. I mean… we'll be fine, right? Let's just forget it happened, we're going to be okay."

"Sure. Let's just forget." He didn't miss my sour tone.

"Bones, I think it's best…"

"Yes, let's always do what you think! Just juggle me around and decide when you want to stop, then decide if you want to start again! You're driving me crazy! You're insufferable and idiotic and moronic and I hate you! I hate you! I hate you and I don't care what you think!"

It was my turn to punch the car.

"Bones, please stop that."

"Stop what?" I shouted.

"Stop being angry, it makes me want you. You look hot when you're angry. And don't ever say I drive you crazy again. That's just worse." He sounded calm, which I hated. I wasn't calm. I couldn't believe he was doing this to me. Those words were killing me. Again.

"God, Booth! Then go outside and cool down, do you think I give a shit-"

He cut me off with a searing, frantic kiss.

"Told you."

And he opened the door and went outside.

I was speechless.

*

Ten minutes later, he came back in, soaked. I realised that it had started to hail, and the thumps as ice hit the car hadn't even registered in my mind. I was really out of it.

"Did that help?" I asked, voice dripping in sarcasm.

"No." he raised his eyebrows at the tent in his pants, and I couldn't help but let my eyes flicker there for a moment. A second, really.

But it was enough to make my mouth dry, and all kinds of thoughts cloud my head.

He shut the door and sighed. I couldn't take my eyes off him. Now that I knew, now that we'd kissed and more I couldn't stop looking at him. Thinking. Processing.

Wishing.

Longing.

He was frowning, the lines from the forehead gently curving his eyebrows and half closing his eyes. His jaw was clenched, and for a second this strange, careless calm he was exuding seemed to flicker, and I caught a glimpse of the chasm of turmoil going on inside his head.

Even though I didn't understand any of it.

Idly, I wondered whether he'd yell at me again if I spoke. Or took a deep breath.

But my more rational, reasonable half couldn't stop positing scenarios, projecting the most likely outcome to this… mistake.

What would happen to us? We had to hold, we had to be strong and keep everyone together. We couldn't break.

Had we broken? Was this how it ended… a passionate minute inside the car during a stakeout?

I waited, my mind lost in questions, for him to speak first. I would not lose this battle. I would be strong and not ask him in a frightened, child-like voice what was going to happen. I wouldn't cry again tonight. Nor would I touch my lips, where his last, quick strong kiss still lingered.

"Bones…"

Yes. Round one went to him, but I had gotten this one, at least.

"Hm?"

"I'm sorry. Again."

I looked at him, seeing him despite the darkness.

"I forgive you." My voice was quiet and intense, and the words came out without me deciding to say them. He wasn't the one to blame anyway… I had acted, hadn't I? This was both of us. And we'd have to face the consequences together. "But it's not your fault."

"Yes it is."

I was tired. Exhausted from trying to save him from himself, this past hour. From doing as he said, and then facing the consequences alone.

"No, it's not."

"Bones, I-"

"Okay, now you shut up! Stop blaming yourself, Booth, you're only making this worse. Let's just talk like adults, please."

He swallowed all the self-loathing for now (and I saw how much it cost him) and nodded. I did too.

And now what?

"Are we going to act like it never happened?"

He sounded strange. He was looking at me, so I had a small window into his meaning, surely. But his voice was flat, toneless, and gave away nothing.

"It's impossible for us to simply forget this. Our memory, seeing each other every day…"

He sat up, as if drinking in my words.

"… so I suggest, not that we forget, but we simply move past it. It's a natural thing for us to feel attracted to one another and it's also natural that we gave in…"

Wrong choice of words again. Giving in was… just wrong.

I cleared my throat and continued.

"…gave in to phisical urges, but we're partners." The word was safe. Perfect.

"Yes, Bones, that we are."

I nodded, vehemently.

"Exactly, and we must keep working together properly, so I see no other alternative but to simply keep our relationship as it was."

"Right. Like I said."

Oh. Yes, that was what he'd been saying. In his own, let's pretend this never happened and forget about it because I'm ashamed of asking you to kiss me, way.

Well, we finally agreed on something.

"And today will never happen again."

"Sure."

"So we should move on, and keep doing our jobs like always. We are good together." Maybe I was too intense when I said that last sentence. It was too true. In too many ways. "I feel that we work. We… we're partners, we catch criminals and we do it well. A team, you know?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. So you agree with me?"

"Yes."

"Great."

Silence. Minutes passed, until…

"I miss our friendship, Bones."

"Me too, Booth."

It was true. The comfort, the way everything seemed so easy when he was there. It had been a while since I'd felt like that; safe, happy. Lately everything was wired, electric, attractive… fatal.

And dangerous.

But we had finally broken down, cracked and recovered. We would get through this. We were fighters. We'd passed the peak…

Again, what was wrong with me and my phrasing today?

… passed the peak and survived.

For the first time that night, we simultaneously turned to each other and managed an honest smile. Friends. We were friends, and we'd completely forgotten for quite a long time.

I drank from the honesty shining in his eyes, feeling a bit safer, a bit… better.

"Partners." He said, his deep voice ruining my moment of calm. I almost groaned at how easily he did it.

It was just sad, on my part.

"Yes."

This was going to be hard. But I would do it. I'd be strong for him, I'd lock all my feelings somewhere and hope they died on their own. Booth, my friend, was worth all of that. He deserved my best effort.

I was going to try, as much as I could.

*

Ten minutes went by, when I suddenly realised something which made me cry out.

I'd just admitted to myself that I had feelings for Booth.

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Tan, tachaaaan!!!

These first two (and three, me thinks, still not sure… but hey, this story is mine, so…) first two chaps have nothing about the case, but there is going to be a case in there. It's not just Booth and Bren hooking up and then not and then yes and then not and then yes and then not and then yes and then not and then yes and then not and then yes…

;)

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Such a wonderful sound…