Musie, for the most part, has returned! I'm sorry for the wait on this. Please review!
"Come on, Bones." Booth said, hauling a bag through the narrow hallway of his apartment. Glancing back, he saw her limp through the front door before kicking it shut.
Brennan had been cleared from the hospital a few hours after Cullen had visited them. The partners made a quick stop at the grocery store and Blockbuster to stock up on enough food and entertainment to get them through the weekend.
Tossing the bag that Ange had packed for Brennan onto his bed, Booth turned around and went back out to the kitchen to make some lunch. He found her sitting at his kitchen counter, her head in her arms, fast asleep. Booth sat next to her and watched her sleep. Reaching out a hand, he stroked her cheek softly. She shifted in her sleep, but didn't wake.
Sighing, Booth got up and started to put away the groceries. Milk, eggs, bread crumbs... bread crumbs? He didn't know why those were in there. Tomato soup, cheese, bread- he left those out on the counter. Placing his hands on the counter, he bowed his head slightly and let out a deep sigh. Man, he was tired. Staying up worrying about your partner for a few days will do that to you.
When he looked up, he was surprised to see Brennan staring back at him. Her head was still in her arms, but her chin was propped up so that she could look at him. Slumping down so that his forearms rested on the counter and their eyes were level, Booth accepted her silent staring challenge.
"You look tired." Brennan said, breaking the silence.
Booth let out a chuckle and gave her a tired smile. When did she learn to read me so well?
"Yeah. I haven't slept much." He admitted, letting his head drop into his hands.
"Why?" She asked, confused.
"Why?" Booth said incredulously. "My girl's been in the hospital. That's enough to make any guy loose sleep."
"Who's your girl?" Booth rolled his eyes and leaned close to her, bumping her nose with his.
"You, silly." Brennan's eyes widened.
"Of course, Bones."
"I'm not 'yours'. You have no claim over me." She said stubbornly.
"Actually, I do. You're single, I'm single. Why can't you be my girl?"
"Because." She started. "I. . . just because."
"That's a pretty weak argument." He said. Brennan huffed at him.
"Because of your stupid 'line'. The magical barrier that we can't cross. Remember setting it?" She said, certain that she had him now.
"But that was a long time ago. And that line's gotten a whole lot fuzzier lately." Brennan grinned, seeming to take that as a good enough answer as she leaned her forehead against his and nudged his nose.
"Fuzzier? Is that even a word?" She teased, her eyes sliding shut in contentment.
"I really don't know. You're the one with the genius IQ." He said as her head slipped to his shoulder. Kissing her temple, he suggested,
"Why don't we go try to get some sleep? We could both use a couple hours." She nodded into his neck, yawning slightly. When Booth moved around the counter and went to pick her up her eyes shot open and she scrambled away from him with a yelp. Pressing herself against the wall when she backed up into it, she squeezed her eyes shut and took deep, shuttering breaths.
"Bones?" Booth asked worriedly. "What did I do?" When he made to move towards her she let him, but continued to breathe sporadically.
"I'm fine. Just a flashback." She told him, eyes still closed.
"Do you want me to call Angela? I can leave. What do you want me to do, Temperance?" He watched as she shook her head, eyes still squeezed shut. Slowly she moved to stand in front of him. She was trembling as she swayed slightly on the spot. It took all of Booth's self control not to reach out to her.
"I c-can't. . . I can't b-be afraid." She said, leaning forward slightly so that her arms grazed his chest. "I can't r-run from y-you." She whispered the last part. "I can't lose you."
"You're not gonna lose me, Bones." He said tenderly. What he said next was said with what Brennan interpreted as hesitation, and if she was completely honest with herself, fear.
"Can I hug you?" Booth asked. Meeting his gaze, she nodded. Stepping into his open arms, it took all of her self control to push down the images of her ordeal and not bolt back to the relative safety of her spot by the wall.
But Booth's warmth and security eventually calmed her down, allowing her to sink fully into his arms. Burying her face in the crook of his neck she clung to him, now desperate to not let him go.
"It's ok, Temperance. We're gonna get through this." Booth murmured soothingly. "Let's go try and get some sleep."
Gently pulling her to his bedroom, he dug through her duffel bag and found some pajamas. Handing them to her, he pointed to the bathroom where she silently went to change. He changed into sleep pants and an old t-shirt before sitting on the edge of the bed. Brennan immersed a few minutes later.
She was dressed in some baggy pink plaid pajama pants and a blue camisole. Her hair was resting freely on her shoulders as she unconsciously rubbed the bandage on the gash on her arm. Standing barefoot in his bedroom, Booth thought she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. She looked so shy, so young. It took all he had not to wrap his arms around her again.
She hovered nervously in the doorway before he gestured to the bed. Nodding, she walked over and crawled under the covers. Booth leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead.
"I'll be on the couch, ok?" He said softly.
"Booth..." She started. "Can you stay?"
"Are you sure? I don't want to scare y-"
"Please?" She asked. Booth nodded, crawling in behind her. On instinct, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her flush against his back.
Brenna tensed, her whole body freezing up as alarms went off in her brain. She curled her toes and tensed her legs in preparation for a flight. How she wanted to run. But she forced herself to relax, to remember that this was Booth, and that he wasn't going to hurt her.
Booth felt her tense, and immediately cursed himself mentally. He knew she was still scared, why did he have to go grab her like that? But when she relaxed against him and even snuggled back a bit, he let out a sigh of relief. They could get through this.