AN: Okay guys, I'm hoping the lack of reviews is from no alerts as opposed to this story absolutely sucking. I don't beg for reviews, and I'm not going to now, but please let me know what you think. It means a lot especially in my hormonally driven pregnant state. Now, without further ado, the end of my little tale…
Brennan's heart sped up at the sound of the voice. No, it couldn't be him. She was at the funeral. Cullen had called her personally. There was no way… She slowly turned around, her eyes closed, afraid that when she opened them no one would be there. Even worse would be for him to actually be standing in that doorway. The deathly quiet of the lab seemed to confirm the latter for her. Finally there was no getting around it; she had to face whoever or whatever was there.
Slowly, almost painfully she opened her eyes. It was then her legs gave out on her as a strangled cry left her lips. He was there, sitting in a wheelchair, watching her with an overflow of emotions. She clutched at the air, trying to find something to hold her up as she looked at him. He was paler than she remembered, and he looked thinner, but it was definitely him. She opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't find the words.
"Temperance, please say something."
"Seeley." She sank to the floor, unable to tell whether she was breathing or not. The only thing she knew was that he was there in her doorway. She watched as he struggled to stand up, grabbed a cane and made his way to her almost painfully. Wincing, he kneeled at her side and reached out, placing his had gently on her cheek. She reached up to touch him, trying to make sure he was real. "You're here. How?" Her voice broke as she locked her gaze on his. Neither noticed the group that had gathered in the doorway to her office.
"It's a long story, but maybe you could help me up?" He looked at her with a small smile to cover his grimace of pain. Brennan looked him over, taking in his stiff carriage, and the mask he was putting on for her. Something terrible had happened to him, that much was obvious. Before she could stand, two sets of hands were on the agent, pulling him carefully to his feet. He looked at both Hodgins and Zack with thanks as he adjusted his weight and leaned on his cane. The two scientists backed off as Angela and Cam remained in the doorway, still too shocked to say anything. After a moment's time, they left the pair alone in the office.
Shakily, Brennan stood and guided Booth to her couch, where he sat down gratefully. When he looked at her, she couldn't take it anymore. Her restraint was gone and she threw her arms around him, trying to be mindful of whatever injuries he had. Tears sprang to her eyes, and she didn't care. His arms wrapped around her, holding her to him, his own breath labored.
"You were dead. They told me…"
"Hey, shh, it's okay. I'm here now." He placed a gentle kiss to her hair and rocked her as much as his battered body would allow. After a few minutes, she pulled away from him and wiped her eyes. She took a deep breath and looked at him as if her eyes were deceiving her.
"Cullen called me and told me you were killed by a drunk driver."
"Well, that's half right. My brake lines had been cut by the suspect I was looking for. When I realized it, I was going too fast to come to a safe stop. The impact…well I was dead for a few minutes. The FBI agent I was working with called in my status to Cullen before I'd been resuscitated."
"Then why didn't he tell me?" Booth reached over and grabbed her hand, gently caressing her knuckles as he continued on.
"I was in pretty bad shape. I had a serious head injury and a broken back. The FBI felt it was best for everyone to think that I had died, so they went on with the idea of the funeral. They figured if the suspect thought I was dead, he'd be cocky enough to brag and they were right."
"But why couldn't they tell me? I don't understand."
"Only one person was told and that was a next of kin."
"Obviously not Parker."
"No," he smiled sadly. "They told my father. The situation got worse for me. After the surgery on my back, I was put into a medically induced coma, but then didn't come out of it right away. My dad was informed and has been in Fargo with me the last three weeks."
"When did you get back?" She couldn't get enough of the sight of him. He was here with her and he was very much alive.
"Late last night, about two in the morning."
"Why didn't you…you did come over, didn't you?" She could see a faint bit of color on his cheeks and suddenly she knew. He had left his scent on her pillow, and he'd drawn the heart on her mirror.
"You looked so peaceful sleeping." She hit his arm then muttered an apology as he winced. "I left before you woke up because I didn't want to scare the bejesus out of you."
"It would have been wonderful to have opened my eyes to you." She looked at him with an earnest expression before leaning into him again. "Don't do that to me again."
"I told you once that I would never leave you. I meant it then and I still mean it. You've been the only thing that kept me fighting. Well, you and Parker."
"You could have had Cullen tell me when you came to."
"Maybe this is going to sound corny, but right now I don't care. I didn't want you to see if I couldn't walk under my own power."
"Who are you, Deborah Kerr?" Brennan let out a laugh and kissed him on the lips. "My FBI agent turned into a romantic."
"Well it worked for Deborah Kerr and Cary Grant, so why not us?"
"Yes, exactly. Why not us?"
AN: Yes it's short, and no, I couldn't stop myself. I really did want to stick to my guns and have Booth stay dead, but gosh darn it, I just couldn't do it. Now with that, I hope I wasn't too hokey for you. If you're curious about the above actor reference, it's from An Affair to Remember, one of the great classic romances. If you haven't seen it, you should. Oh, and make sure you have tissue at the end.