A/N: Due to overwhelming response, I am writing an epilogue to this story. Hope you enjoy, and know that I appreciate all those who took the time to let me know they were out there, reading, and liking what I do. – Riviera41797 –
1 month later
Seeley Booth had his head propped up on one arm, laying on his side, watching his partner, his love, sleep.
The moon was full, and streaming through the sheers that encased the windows.
Every night, he said a prayer of thanks that God answered his prayer. Regardless what Bones said, what anyone said, this was a prayer answered, and he wasn't going to ever feel the way he did when he thought she was dead and gone.
Gone before he had the chance to tell her how he really felt, to give them a chance to be together.
He brushed a tendril off her forehead, and her eyes opened slowly and met his.
She blinked a few times, and frowned.
A smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
"Yeah Bones" he pulled her closer, so her hair was close to him, so he could smell her scent.
"Why are you awake, and looking at me?" she wondered softly, cuddling into him.
Quiet a moment, wondering if he should even broach the topic, he took a deep breath and gently untangled himself from her.
He lowered his head to the pillow, and she mirrored his actions.
"Bones, can I ask you a question, and will you promise not to go all rational and get all riled up on me?"
Frowning slightly, hearing the note of seriousness in his voice, she decided against the argument that came to mind about getting riled up.
And what that meant specifically.
She'd get that information later.
Maybe from Angela.
"Of course…what….what is it?"
"Temperance… when you were a little girl, did you go to Sunday school?" he asked her carefully.
He could see her visibly stiffen and get ready to bristle and argue. He put one finger to her lips.
"Please? Just humor me," he begged quietly.
She closed her eyes a moment.
"Yes. When I was a child, and up until I was 15, I went to church regularly with my mother. Why Booth? Why do you need to know this?" she asked, trying to keep the irritation from her voice.
He rolled back over onto his back, and stared at the ceiling.
She continue to stare at him, how she had her head propped up on her hand. Watching him.
"When did you stop believing Temperance?" he said, his voice hoarse, just above a whisper
She didn't answer for a time, so he turned his head to see her, still looking at him, a tear tracked down from the corner of her eye, down her cheek.
"Every day, after they left Russ and I, right after school, I went to church, and I prayed and prayed for them to come home. Then when Russ left, and I went into the system, I continued to pray. But God never answered me. They never came back. So, I guess, logically, I eventually came to the conclusion, that God must not exist, because if He did, He would have answered my prayers and brought them home."
Booth nodded his head. He thought that might have been the case.
"I don't want to get into a debate or argument with you, so I am going to say something, then lets go back to sleep, okay?"
"Sometimes, Bones, God says No. Just because He didn't answer your prayer, doesn't mean He doesn't exist. Everything happens for a reason. If He would have brought them home, would you be the person you are today?"
He pulled her close, satisfied that he made his point, and gave her food for thought.
"I love you Temperance," he said into her hair.
"I love you too Seeley" she responded.