A/N: Hi, everyone. I was bored tonight, and thought what the heck...maybe I'll add a chapter or two to this story. I have no idea how many there will be before I decide I'm done again, but I will be sticking to the 300 words per chapter theme to stay consistent with the rest of the story. I also don't have a whole bunch written ahead of time, like I did before, so there probably won't be more than one new one every couple of days.
Brennan had once heard that magic was simply an explanation for things science couldn't explain yet. Which she found ridiculous. Just because science couldn't explain something didn't make it magic.
Tonight, she discovered that magic had nothing to do with science.
He didn't drive her to a restaurant in town, or out of town for that matter. He drove her outside the city, to a quiet park on a hill. Where a solitary table waited for them under trees that danced with lights. Candles, flames drifting gently in the evening breeze, illuminated the carefully set table.
She sat staring, tears in her eyes, when Booth opened her door. She turned to him and brushed quickly at her cheeks.
"Is everything okay?" he asked. Had he done it wrong? He'd worked so hard to make this night perfect for her.
"It's perfect," she reassured him. Her voice was shaky and she gave him a watery smile. "It's just…it's magic," she said, giving up on finding the right words.
He smiled and held out his hand. She placed hers in his and let him help her from the car, even though it went against every independent notion she believed in.
Crutches firmly under her arms, she walked with Booth to the table. Ever the gentlemen, he pulled out her chair and helped her sit down.
She watched, tilting her head to the side, as he signaled to someone in the dark. Seemingly out of nowhere, a man in a tuxedo materialized with a bottle of wine in his hand.
"How," she stuttered. "How did you pull this off?"
He flashed her one of his charm smiles. "I've been planning this for a long time."