A/N: Hello Everyone! Thanks for waiting patiently for the rest of the story. I will be working on posting the rest through Monday. Here are a couple chapters to tide you over...
Hodgins was waiting for them when Brennan was finally released. They wheeled her to the SUV and she made a point of showing how well she could use the crutches. Sure it was only from the wheelchair to the car, but she still felt it showed she was right and Booth was wrong.
The ride to Washington was slow and awkward. Hodgins was afraid to say anything at all about the tension in the car, choosing instead to stare out the window at the passing landscape.
Booth used traffic as an excuse to not talk.
Brennan used the opportunity to watch Booth.
No matter how bad it was on top of that mountain, she'd never doubted that Booth would come for her. Was that belief, with no facts to back it up, any different from believing in his visions?
Probably not.
She had talked to Booth on that mountain. And he had accurately described what had happened to her as she fell. It was like he'd lived it with her.
And maybe he had. Maybe his visions and his faith and her belief in him were all intertwined in some sort of way Brennan couldn't explain.
Because of all the people she'd met in her life, Booth was the only one who truly understood her. And time, and space, and Hannah, and her refusal to take a chance on him had done nothing to change that.
But maybe, it had changed her.
Surprised to feel wetness on her cheeks, Brennan reached up to brush the tears away.
"You okay, Bones?" Booth asked suddenly, studying her in the mirror.
"Yeah," she said, turning her face toward the window. How to put into words that some of her walls were crumbling, but other parts of her were falling into place, right where they'd always belonged? "I'm fine."