Disclaimer: I do not own Bones or any of it's characters. I'm merely borrowing them for a little while :)

AN: This is my first fanfic. I would appreciate any and all feedback! Good or bad! I 'm hoping it's not too OOC... I am trying to stay as true to all of them as possible!

A knock on the door had Booth rolling over quickly and landing with a thump on the hard floor. Cursing under his breath, he got up, ran a hand through his hair and limped to the door. He cussed himself again for falling asleep on the couch.

"Yea," he called as he got closer to the door.

"Booth, it's me."

He instantly recognized the sound of his partner's voice. He quickly opened the door and snickered at her appearance. She was soaked from head to toe. He suddenly noticed that she was shivering and he grabbed her hand and pulled her into the apartment.

"Bones? What the hell happened to you?" He asked while grabbing his blanket off the couch and wrapping it around her shoulders. He ran his hands up and down her arms trying to warm her.

"M-m-my car broke down a c-c-couple of blocks from here. I realized h-how close I was to your place so I d-d-decided to walk. Half way here it started to snow," she said still shaking.

"Damn, Bones, you should have called me and I would have come to you." He gathered her into his arms and held her tight to stop her shivering. "I told you we were expecting snow when I brought you back to the Jeffersonian after lunch."

"I-I-I know. I was down in l-limbo and lost t-t-track of time. I tried t-to make it h-home."

Booth pulled away from Brennan and took hold of her hand again. "Follow me," he ordered and half-dragged her down the hall towards his room. He let go of her hand and motioned for her to sit on the bed. He rummaged through a few drawers until he found what he was looking for. He handed her an old pair of sweat pants and one of his FBI t-shirts, along with a pair of socks.

"Why don't you take a hot shower, Bones, and then put those on and I'll toss your clothes in the dryer. You can crash here tonight."

Brennan looked at him and smiled. "Thanks, Booth."

He gave her his 'charming' smile and walked out of the room. "I'll be in the living room if you need me." Booth made his way back into the living room and started a fire.

About twenty minutes later, Brennan emerged from his bedroom wearing Booth's clothes. Her hair was still wet and all of her make-up was washed off. She took his breath away at how beautiful she was. Brennan made her way over to the couch and sat down next to him.

"Better?" he asked.

"Much. Thanks for the shower and the clothes, Booth." Brennan tucked her legs up underneath her settled in beside him. "Why is it snowing anyway? It's March."

"Some cold snap came in. They weren't expecting it til the other day."

"Geez," she mumbled.

Booth looked over at her and smiled. She had no idea how beautiful and adorable she looked sitting beside him. He didn't dare tell her. She'd deck him, for sure. "Want to watch a movie?"

"Sure," she answered, standing up. "I'm going to get something to drink. Want anything?"

"Yea. Just get me whatever you're having."

Brennan disappeared into the kitchen and reappeared moments later with two beers. Booth was already settled back on the couch and she once again sat down beside him, handing him his beer in the process. Booth put his arm on the back of the couch behind her and pressed play.

"What did you put in?"

"Something I rented last week. 'The Stepfather' I think is what it's called. Supposed to be a suspense. That okay?" he asked, handing her a blanket.

"Yea. That's fine," Brennan said, laying it across her body. She was about to tell him that those types of movies scarred her, but then changed her mind. Murder mysteries she could handle, but those movies that mess with your mind scare her terribly. At least I could get away with holding Booth's hand, she thought to herself. Stop it, Brennan, she fussed at herself. Not appropriate. About half way into the movie, Brennan was on edge. She kept inching closer to Booth's side of the couch and was now almost flush up against him.

"You know, Bones, if you're spooked, all you gotta do is say so," Booth couldn't help but tease his partner.

"I'm not spooked," Brennan claimed.

Booth looked at her and rolled his eyes. "Sure. Whatever you say, Bones." He turned his head back towards to movie but couldn't help but chuckle at Brennan as she hid her face in the blanket. "Come here," Booth chuckled and pulled her into his arms against his side. She curled into him and buried her face in his neck when the suspense picked up once again. "I'll protect you," he whispered, hoping she understood that he meant from more than just the movie.

"You're my gun," she whispered back, wrapping her arm around his waist and settling against him. She felt him kiss the top of her head and they went back to their movie.

Booth knew she felt his breathing stop when she whispered that he was her gun. His heart soared. He loved having her in his arms. It didn't happen often, so when it did, he cherished it. Booth felt Brennan settle against him and she laid her head upon his chest. When the suspense picked up for what he could tell was the final time, he took the opportunity to hold her a little close, a little tighter, and he was beyond thrilled when she did the same.

The movie ended with a cliffhanger that had Booth sitting up, expelling Brennan from his arms, suddenly exclaiming, "Oh that's a load of bull!" He heard Brennan's chuckle and sat back against the couch. She looked at him with a sheepish grin and he instantly knew what she wanted. He opened his arms and she gladly let him wrap her in them.

They sat like that for what seemed like hours, but in reality was only minutes, Booth flipping through the TV stations and Brennan cuddled against him falling asleep. They both jumped at the knock coming from the door. "What in the--" Booth began. He stood up and draped Bren with the blanket. "Try to get some sleep," he told her as he made his way to the door. He opened the door and laughed out loud at the sight of Angela and Hodgins, soaking wet and freezing. "You know, you squints are supposed to be so smart."

"What's t-t-t-that supposed to mean," Hodgins asked.

"I'm just saying, the weather man says it's gonna be dangerous and you all decide to try and drive in it. Come on in," he said, stepping to the side.

Angela and Hodgins shed their jackets and went to stand in front of the fire Booth had started earlier, both jumping at the sight of Brennan sitting up on the couch, rubbing her eyes.

"Angela? Hodgins?" she asked sleepily. Booth sat back down beside her and both had to fight not to move into the warmth of each others arms. He opted for putting his arm along the back of the couch. It was the best he could do.

"Hey, sweetie. What are you doing here?"

"My car broke down a few hours ago. Same with you?"

"Pretty much," Hodgins answered. "So, what were you guys doing?" he asked as he and Angela sat in the vacant chairs.

"We just finished a movie and were trying to decide what else to do," Booth answered.

"I'm up for another movie," Brennan said, yawning.

Booth chuckled. "You were asleep 5 minutes ago, Bones. You really think you can last through another movie?"

Bren shot him a glare. "I can certainly try, Booth."

Hodgins and Angela watched the exchange and Angela couldn't help but think that interrupted something... or something that was about to happen.

Hodgins was the first to break the silence. "I think a movie sounds--" Brennan and Angela screamed as they heard a loud POP and Booth's apartment was plunged into darkness. Hodgins felt Angela grab his hand an he held it to reassure her that everything was fine.

Brennan, however, herself into Booth's arms, face hidden in his shoulder, and he held her tightly, knowing how much she hated the dark. "You're okay. Everything's fine," Booth whispered soothingly in her ear to her. "I've got you, Baby. Everything's fine. I'm here," he continued to whisper to her softly, hoping that Angela and Hodgins couldn't hear. Booth cleared his throat and spoke louder, "Sounds like a transformer blew. I've got candles and flashlights in the hall closet." He moved to get up but Brennan held tightly to him. "Hey Bones, you want to walk with me or stay on the couch?" He tried to sound casual.

She loosened her hold on him and replied, "I'll stay here. You know your apartment better than I do." She completely removed her arms from his neck and sat back against the corner of the couch. She felt the couch move as Booth stood and made his way to the closet. They all heard rummaging, a little swearing, and then a triumphant 'ah-ha' as a small beam came down the hall.

"Come here, Bones," Booth called. "Help me carry this stuff."

Brennan stood up and followed the light carefully. When she reached Booth's side he wrapped her in his arms. "You okay?" he whispered to her.

"Yea. I'm better now. I just hate the dark. Reminds me of being locked in that trunk and of the gravedigger," she whispered back, holding tightly to him. "I'm better now, Booth." She loosened her hold and he kissed her forehead. He released her and started to hand her some candles and a match book. "Thanks," she whispered one more time before following him back into the living room.

Angela and Hodgins had made themselves comfortable sitting together in one chair by the time Booth and Brennan came back. Angela eyed them carefully and Booth gave her a look that told her not to question Brennan. Angela nodded and put her head back on Hodgins' shoulder. Booth motioned for Bren to sit back down on the couch and he went about placing candles on the coffee table between the couch and chairs. The light from the candles gave the room an almost romantic glow. Booth sat back down beside Brennan once he was finished and turned off the flashlight. This time, though, he sat much closer to her and covered them both with the blanket, his hand finding hers underneath, and threaded their fingers together.

"So what now?" Angela asked.

"I'm not sure, Ang. From what I can tell, power's out everywhere."

"We could play a game," Hodgins suggested. "Cards, maybe?"