A/N: I started this back in January, without knowing how this season would end. It's not connected to the SF, just another story of them running from each other. Guess deep down, we all knew it would get to this point before they could come back together and eventually make it work. Although HIGHLY disappointed in the SF, I do have a bit of hope that S6 will mend our aching hearts.


~BheartsB~

Picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor
Reaching for the phone 'cause I can't fight it anymore
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind
For me it happens all the time

It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now
Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without
I just need you now

Lying in her tent, Brennan couldn't help but feel loss, disappointment, and anger. Sure, the dig was moving along wonderfully, with 5 bodies already being unearthed after only one month of being there. She was feeing these things because of how she left home, and who she left.

She shifted to her left side, expelling a puff of air, and then sighed. No, she wasn't the most 'touchy feely' person in the world, but she wasn't ignorant about feelings either. She knew what was going on inside her body, long before Booth revealed his feelings to her.

Why? Why did he have to say it THAT way and say it THEN? She wasn't in the appropriate atmosphere to effectively hear what he was saying and suggesting. She was a woman of science, and he knows that. Why would he, in a public place, blurt out that he wants them to be a couple, instead of sitting down with her and discussing it thoroughly? How did he imagine such a tactic would work?

As she let out a grumble, to herself she said "It didn't work well at all."

Although she was upset with Booth, she knew the fault and current situation wasn't his alone, she played a big part in it as well.

Within days, she had accepted an open invitation to a dig that had been offered to her months ago. She made all the arrangements, without even discussing it with Booth. She knew he wouldn't be happy with her rash decision, but she wasn't prepared for the reaction she got when she told him. He was absolutely furious.

As soon as the words left her mouth, his face got red, he clenched his jaw and fists, and he turned and left. That's how she knew he was so angry, he left without saying a word.

Hours passed and she still hadn't heard from him. She tried his cell and it repeatedly went straight to voicemail, as if he had turned his phone off. By the tenth time she called, she decided to leave a message. A message that said she was sorry and gave the details of her departure and how he could get in touch with her. He never called back.

So, here she was, alone again, all because she decided to freak out and run. As she rolls onto her back and stares at the tent ceiling she decided once and for all that she's tired. Tired of always doing what everyone expects her to do…she's tired of running.

Another shot of whiskey can't stop looking at the door
Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind
For me it happens all the time

It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk and I need you now
Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without
I just need you now

As he downs his remaining scotch straight from the bottle, he thinks to himself, "What the fuck is wrong with me? What have I done?"

As he thinks about the days before her leaving, he gets angrier and angrier at himself. So angry he could hit something. At this moment, a nice fist sized hole in the wall might be therapeutic, but decides against it. Instead he opens another bottle, rests his head against the back of the couch, and closes his eyes.

The image that's burned into the back of his eyelids is the look on her face, just before he walks away from her. How could he have just walked away?

Even though he's full of regret, he still hasn't sucked up his pride and contacted her. He knows she's waiting, but that alone doesn't make him pick up the phone or open his email.

Instead, he sits alone, day by day, drinking his sorrows until he falls asleep, then is tortured in his dreams with images of her.

As he begins to pour another glass, the sound of light knocking breaks through his muddled mind. He looks at the door and just as he decides it was a figment of his imagination, he sees a shadow of movement underneath.

He puts the glass down in frustration and makes his way to the door, prepared to unleash all his fury on whatever asshole decided to be at his door this time of night.

With more force than what was needed, he unlocked his dead bolt and swung the door open. What he saw wasn't some asshole. What he saw was Temperance Brennan, and the words that left her sweet mouth and then rang through his ears were, "I'm tired of running. I need you. I need us. Now."

And I don't know how I can do without
I just need you now
I just need you now
Ooo, baby, I need you now

~BheartsB~


A/N: Song is "Need You Now" by Lady Antebellum. If anyone has a specific song request, don't hesitate to ask! Sorry if you received multiple alerts for this fic... chose not to cooperate with me while posting :(