This is by no means a filler chapter... even though it kind of is. =/
But you're going to like it I promise!
"Empty as I am"
(The song Kelly Clarkson wrote for New Moon that was never used... Hopefully I can use it. It's on YouTube)
Love. In its truest form love is an intense feeling for someone. That's it. The dictionary doesn't give a more insightful explanation. Webster doesn't tell you how it feels to fall in love, all the excitement and wonder. He doesn't tell you just how much it takes to really share yourself with another person. He sure as hell doesn't tell you how bad it hurts when that love shatters like a million pieces of glass.
But Daniel Webster had enough time to make a dictionary. It's hard to imagine having a life while doing that.
So what is it? What is it about two people, where they can just look into each other's eyes and just know? How can they tell that what they are feeling is true? What if it's not enough? What if it doesn't matter how much you love someone or someone loves you?
What if you're too far gone to be loved or saved at all?
It's not like I don't feel love
The taste of its warmest touch
It's not like I lose sleep
It's like I don't sleep at all
After the Ball (After Do You Believe Me Now?)...
Their bodies were pressed together tightly, swaying to the music. No one had interrupted them as they stayed like that, clinging to each other, oblivious to the world around them. Her dark blue dress made her eyes seem ever deeper in color.
Booth held her close, his head resting on her shoulder just enjoying the moment. It all felt so unreal, the fact that she was here in his arms. That she was his. That she loved him.
Temperance Brennan was described as cold, unfeeling, insensitive, and even heartless.
Booth knew she was none of those things. He knew they were part of the shield she had built around herself. He didn't know everything about her, but he knew enough to where it hurt him that she had been hurt in the past.
Now he had her, really had her, and he was determined to keep a part of her heart forever. It didn't scare him to think like this, he had known for some time he wanted her forever.
Brennan could feel his muscles tense under his coat, could smell his cologne, and she felt that she was right where she should be.
It's not like I don't hurt like you
The closer I get, I lose
It's not like you don't know love
It's like you don't know the cost
"Booth"
Her voice was soft. It startled him from his thoughts.
"Yeah Bones?"
They still looked in opposite directions moving across the dance floor. The music was loud, but they were so close they could hear each perfectly.
"What happens now?"
Booth kissed her shoulder lightly, smiling as Goosebumps appeared where his lips had just been.
"What do you mean?"
Brennan bit her lip, closing her eyes.
"Right here, right now, everything's perfect. But what will happen on Monday when it's not just you and me?"
Booth chuckled a little looking around.
"I hate to break this to you Bones, but everyone we work with is here and I'm pretty sure they know about us now"
He thought he felt her fingers tighten slightly in fear on his shoulder.
"But will everything..." She stopped not knowing what she was going to say.
"Nothing's going to change; we're still going to be Booth and Bones, the best crime fighting team ever"
Brennan giggled but shook her head.
"That's not what I meant"
"Then what is it?"
A new song began but it didn't matter, they were too lost in each other to notice.
How long til my heart breaks
So much that I can't take
One more day, one more hour
Of waiting on something that might never happen
How long til my tears stop
How every salted drop
Bruises the skin, I'm stuck in betrayal
Empty as I am
"We'll still be friends right?"
"Of course we'll always be friends, but don't you want to be more than that too?"
Brennan smiled and kissed his cheek before leaning back to look at him. She looked him up and down, her eyes flickering slightly to his belt more than once. Booth could see her eyes twinkling even in the dim lighting.
"I can't give you up Booth" she said leaning in to kiss him. Her lips met his in small fleeting kisses before he pulled her too him again, too impatient not to taste her. Her lips parted as she moaned her approval, his tongue slipping inside. It was passionate and comforting and loving all at the same time, and it was a while before one of them pulled away.
Breathless, Brennan laid her head back against his shoulder.
"Besides its too late now, I'm too close"
It's not like I don't want to hold
Every part of you whole
It's not like I can't walk up to you
It's just that I wouldn't know what to do
The smell of you runs
Right through my veins
Thoughts of you linger
How I betray
My broken heart, my stubborn fist
How did our story
End up like this?
She could taste the blood on her lip. Her blood. She raised a shaking hand to wipe it, before she was struck again.
It was her fault that she hadn't done enough to stop him before. She worked side by side with the FBI and never said a word. It didn't matter her reasons, she still should have told the truth.
"Brennan probably would've agreed if she hadn't found a small piece of evidence that she tucked quickly into her pocket, after recognizing it. In that moment the case was different. The body being there was not at all a coincidence"
In fact it was a reminder. A reminder of what she had never done. A reminder of what she had lost in her time with Steven.
Her cold eyes glanced up at him, the man who had taken so much already. There was a time when she admired him, when she wanted to be loved by him. That was gone.
There was a reason she would go to distant countries and fight men like him, because she couldn't fight him. Because against him she felt powerless and weak, like those poor girls whose bones she would stare at for hours.
Slowly she got to her feet, leaning heavily on the wall. Her ankle was sprained, her shoulder dislocated, and she was pretty sure he wrist was broken after Steven had slammed it into the concrete floor.
She had fought in the beginning, at one point getting him pinned against the wall, but now she was the one struggling to break free.
Running was no longer an option, neither was calling for help as her phone was smashed in quite the same way her wrist was.
It was only a few seconds before Steven pushed her against the wall forcefully, holding her chin in one hand and wielding a knife in front of her.
He kissed her neck greedily as his hand glided over her soft skin.
She looked like an angel with her hair spread out on his pillow.
Booth swallowed thickly, his desires building up inside of him.
Kiss for kiss and touch for touch, they melted into each other, their soft moans and whimpers laced with love.
"Bones" he whispered her name like it was the only word he ever wanted to say for the rest of his life. He had already called her Temperance, but it didn't sound right coming from him. If he was going to call her anything it was going to be Bones.
His Bones
I see you there
Just out of reach
Whisper your name
Cause if I scream
I might wake up
You might just be
Only a dream
And if you don't love me...
She panted and coughed, trying to get oxygen back into her lungs. Her legs were shaking, struggling under her to keep her standing upright.
"Why don't you just kill me then" Brennan spit at him. She knew he wouldn't. She was right.
There was nothing more to say. No pleading. No begging him to save her friends. No hoping that Booth would come, that he wasn't already dead. No more feelings of regret. No more anything.
How long til my heart breaks
So much that I can take
One more day, one more hour
Of waiting on something that's not gonna happen
How long til my tears stop
How every salted drop
Bruises the skin, I'm stuck in betrayal
Empty as I am
For the record I'm not a crazy Twilight fan (Just a crazy Kelly Clarkson fan). I'm however a little mystified as to how I got 60 reviews on this story in two days, but it worked because here I am writing again after trying to give it up. So yeah special thanks to all the mysterious new fans leaving reviews... ahah I'm really trying to figure it out but I don't get it.
