A/N: My Muse literally woke me up with this this morning. The first time I've written in the first person so I apologize if the voice is off. Post ep for 4x13 Fire in the Ice. Title found in Bruce Hornsby's I Will Walk with You.


I grab onto his hand as he pulls me out onto the ice. I almost immediately fall, but he's there in a second, helping me up to regain my footing. Who thought this would be a good idea? And how can he make me feel so unsteady and so balanced all at once? We turn the corner and he takes my hand again, guiding me along. I finally find some sense of balance and he lets go.

For some unknown reason – Sweets would have a field day with this – it reminds me of all the times over the course of our partnership that his hand has been pressed into the small of my back or his arm has been draped across my shoulders. It occurs to me that any other man would've received, at the very least, a knee to the groin for even attempting it. It's intimate in a way I can't understand. Maybe I don't want to. I reach for his hand again.

I hear myself talking about entropy and how things inevitably change. I can't help it; science explains everything. His voice cuts through my internal monologue as he responds.

"Not everything, Bones, not everything."

The words lodge in my head before trickling down to reside in my heart. And, as he spins me in a circle, his hands press into my sides and I can't help but think that he's right.