Title: Per Totus Mea Amor
Author: plazmah/smitha-r
Fandom(s): Bones
Pairing(s): Booth/Brennan
Rating: PG
Summary: As it all slips away Booth remembers what a happy night it's been up until this very moment.
Author's Notes: Spoilers for Wannabe In The Weeds. Unbetaed. ENJOY!


It took a little bit of coaxing, but you got on stage in the end. Unafraid of the crowd, faced with that logic you hold so dear, how could you say no? I knew you wouldn't, that's why I brought the rest of the squints too. All of us need to cut loose more often, plus I hear Zack has an impressive set of pipes. Who would have thought?

The background music is cheesy and overly cheerful but the smoothness of your voice makes up for all of it. I knew you could sing, ever since you sang 'Keep On Tryin' to me months ago, so I'm not surprised by how amazing you sound. But the sparkle in your eyes, I don't think I've ever seen something like that before. I know you're up there remembering the life of a young girl with boundless hopes and dreams, who was loved so dearly by her family. I can see that happiness radiating on your face as you sing for your new family, all the people who care about you, and you don't have a care in the world. I can't stop smiling, you've captivated me, and I don't think I've ever seen you so alive and beautiful.

I already know I've fallen in love with you, even though I try to hide it. But tonight I can't hide the way I feel. The look on my face speaks for itself... I can't see anything but you, spinning and dancing in the spotlight.

Maybe if I had been paying attention to anything else, I would have noticed her sooner. But it doesn't matter, really; I'd put my life on the line for you no matter what. I hear the second gunshot, I see the gun in your hands. You've killed for me once more. How many times are you going to save me?

The bullet burns inside my chest and I feel your cheek against mine, the tremor in your voice that was singing so clearly just seconds ago. You're still all I can see, all I want to see. I want to hold on, to wipe the terror from your eyes. I should have been more careful about her, then you never would have been in danger. I have no one to blame but myself for this. I want to tell you to tell my son I love him, but I don't have the strength to speak.

The bullet burns and makes it hard to stay here, awake with the chaos and panic and the fear written across your face. It's getting harder to breathe. The darkness is creeping across my vision.

But as long as you're safe, Bones, I think I'll die a happy man.