A/N: Alright, I know this is not original, but it was therapeutic to write. I changed the last scene of the season 5 finale, taking it in a slightly different direction. This will be a three part story and should be finished tonight or tomorrow. It's short and it's fluffy, but I hope you like it! Oh, and keep in mind the scene between Brennan and Hodgins when she told him what Booth had taught her about excessive advice being an indicator of love.

I have great hopes for season six! They'd better make good use of this storyline they've set up for my favorite television couple.

Please read and review! Your feedback is what keeps me inspired. Speaking of inspired, those of who who are reading my other story, "Don't Worry, I've Got You) expect an update soon - I just had to get this out of my system first.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bones or any of the characters


"Please don't be a hero. Please, just don't be… you." She looked up at him, her eyes locked on his as he moved closer to her. The possibilities ran through her mind. Maybe he'd kiss her. Maybe she'd let him. Maybe he'd wrap her up in his strong arms and hold her until she felt like she was making the right decision again. Whatever he did, she only knew she wanted to be touching him, as much of him as possible.

Looking down, he reached for her hand and she gave it to him even as a wave of disappointment washed over her. Still his hand was warm, strong, comforting and the way he ran this thumb over hers made her feel irrationally good and special.

"Bones, are you asking me to come back for you?" He asked softly, his eyes moving back to hers.

"Of course I am." She said, amazed that he even had to ask. "You have to come back, Booth."

"No." He said, shaking his head. "I didn't ask if you wanted me to come back to you, I asked if you wanted me to come back for you." He pressed her fingers and stared down at her. "Do you see the difference?"

"No." She said, confused by his words and the intensity of his gaze.

"Think about it." He said, looking down. "And when you figure it out, write to me and tell me your answer."

"Booth…" She began to protest, but he looked back up at her, shaking his head.

"Bones, you have to go and I have to get back. Let's not spend the last thirty seconds debating, ok?" He smiled and reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear. "I'm going to miss you."

She closed her eyes, leaning in to his hand as it lingered on her cheek. "I will miss you too." She confessed. "Will you write to me?"

He gave her a sad look and shook his head. "Not until you write to me and tell me your answer to that question."

She looked into his eyes and saw that he was determined so she nodded. "Alright. I'll think quickly."

He tried for a chuckle. "Do you ever think any other way?"

"Booth, there's something I want to say to you, but I don't know if I should." She confessed, her fingers nervously kneading his. "I'm not sure what your reaction will be."

"Hey, Bones, you know you can tell me anything." He assured her. "Always."

She nodded and brought her eyes to his, hesitating. "You should make sure to maintain a healthy diet while you're in Afghanistan. The food there can be lacking in nutritional quality so you should supplement. Also, there are several diseases that you could pick up while there. If you feel ill you should ask the doctors immediately, especially if you have symptoms such as a skin rash or…"

"Bones." He cut her off. "What are you talking about? This is what you wanted to tell me?"

"In a way." She said, taking a deep breath. "Maybe you should think about it. And write me when you figure it out."

"I don't understand." He confessed.

"Just think about it." She said, offering a small smile. "Booth, I have to go. I'll miss my flight."

"I know." He said, looking down at their hands. "Please be safe, Temperance." He brought her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. "Come back. Meet me where we talked about. One year. Ok?"

"I'll be there." She promised. On an impulse she reached up and kissed his cheek, relishing the feel of the slightly rough skin against her lips. "Goodbye Booth." She said, giving him one last long look.

"See ya, Bones." He said, relinquishing her hand.

She turned and walked away from him and he did the same. She couldn't help but feel as though he was taking part of her with him. Part of her was walking away and staying with him.

He turned and looked back at her and she did the same. Their eyes connected one last time and then they both turned again, going their separate ways for a year. Already counting down the days until they'd be together again.


Thanks for reading! Next part is their letters to each other - just one each. Please let me know what you think!