Disclaimer: Don't own Bones
A/n: All right, I realized that this story got way too many reviews asking for a resolution for me to leave it unfinished. I decided to do it now since I am unsure of what will happen to my muse once the new episodes air.
For some reason, it feels as if this is the most angsty, heartbreaking chapter I've ever written, I'm not quite sure why. In any case, this IS the conclusion to this, so I hope you like :)
He ignored the pounding at his door, until she yelled, "Open up, Booth, I know you're there!"
Great. Looked like he was going to have to deal with his partner now, without the benefit of alcohol to dull out the worst of whatever was about to come.
"What do you want, Bones?" he asked tiredly, opening the door. She gave him a slight shove out of the way and waltzed right in.
"What do I want?" She whirled around to face him in disbelief. "You … you can't just say stuff like that and then walk out, Booth!"
"What did you want me to do?" he asked, his voice strangely calm in comparison to the agitation of hers. "I told you to just let it go, didn't I?"
"Whatever's been going on these past few months, I don't like it," Brennan blurted out. "I don't like that I barely see you, I don't like that we hardly have lunch together, I don't like that you don't talk to me anymore. I don't like any of it."
She whispered the last sentence in a vulnerable, confused voice that shook him out of the strange numbness that had gripped him.
"Stop it!" she pleaded. "Please stop it. I'm sorry you woke up to me instead of her, but I don't want to lose you."
"Her?" he frowned in confusion. "What are you talking about?"
"The dream, Booth," she clarified, voice thick with unshed tears. "You said … you said you want the dream to be real, but I … I'm not her, I'm not your wife."
"I know, Bones," he said softly, taking an involuntary step forward, the desperate look on her face making him desperate to comfort her.
"You said, you could hardly stand to be around me," Brennan whispered shakily. "Is it … is it because I'm not Bren?"
"Oh, Bones, you are Bren," he rasped, finally giving in and crossing the distance, arms wrapping fiercely around her. Immediately, she pressed her face against his chest, breathing him in. "Don't you see? Brennan, Bren, Bones, Temperance … it doesn't matter, you are still everything I want."
"Then why do I feel like I'm losing my partner?" she asked in a tiny voice.
"I'm sorry," Booth sighed, resting his chin atop her head. "I'm sorry I've been distant …It's just that—" he swallowed, voice so soft it was barely audible, "—It hurts, Bones, keeping my distance hurts and I guess self-preservation kicked in."
"I don't want to hurt you," she murmured, fingers fisting brutally against the back of his T-shirt. "I don't ever want to hurt you."
But you will, he realized with a bittersweet kind of insight. You will and I don't even care because it's so worth it just getting to hold you like this.
"I know," he soothed, tenderly sweeping his hands slowly up and down her back. "I know."
"I need you," she confessed hoarsely. "I've never needed anyone the way I need you."
"I know that too."
"But it's not enough, is it?" she asked hesitantly, silent tears tracking down her cheeks without her permission.
"It is for now," Booth decided, tipping her chin up and drying her tears with his lips.
"Don't stay away," Brennan asked and his arms tensed around her at the desperation he could hear in her voice. "Please, don't stay away anymore."
"No," Booth promised thickly, letting his forehead rest on hers. "Not anymore. Not ever again. I promise."
"Can I stay with you tonight?" she asked, voice nearly trembling in utter vulnerability.
Without a word, he picked her up and carried her to his bed, gently taking off her shoes and placing her under the covers. Toeing off his own shoes and exchanging his jeans for a pair of soft sweatpants, he slipped under the light blue sheets with her.
Brennan rolled into his arms, resting her cheek against his chest and letting his steady heartbeat lull her to sleep. His hands stroked soothingly up and down her back in a way she feared was addictive, it seemed she already was.
"Don't give up on me," Brennan mumbled sleepily against his chest and he smiled in the dark.
No way, Bones.
She might hurt him, at some point or another. It was entirely possible. But in the end, she was going to make him so deliriously happy, they were going to make each other ridiculously happy and damn, everything else … everything else was just details.
a/n: Since it's after midnight, you can consider this the daily update. Though I may, MAY, also do a Kissing You update at some point before tomorrow. Reviews always make me happy ::shameless hint::