Author's Note: Short, but sweet and to the point. This is my final chapter. Thanks for coming along with me on this journey and I really hope you all enjoyed it. I have another story in the works. I'll have the first chapter up soon (I hope).

Disclaimer: Bones, for the final time this story, does not belong to me. My story does. So don't take it.

We stayed that way for a long time, Booth and I, neither having the energy nor the motivation to get up off the floor.

"This probably isn't good for your back," I told him.

"My back's the least of my bodily concerns," he chided. "That wouldn't happen to have been an apology now would it?" He shifted so he was lying on his side, propping himself up on one elbow.

It hadn't been, but I did feel some remorse for hurting him, even when he knew full well the repercussions of using physical force against me.

"You kind of deserved it, Booth, but I apologize for injuring you."

"I think we both needed some sense knocked into us."

"You know it's not actually possible to—"

"Think you could be quiet for a second?" he interrupted and I stopped abruptly.

"Now that the threat of danger is lifted, I think it would only be fair if I were given the chance to say what I was trying to say before. I love you. I know that, you know that, everybody knows it. They'd have to be an idiot not to know it."

I stopped him momentarily. "Are you saying I've been an idiot?"

Booth sighed. "Priorities, Temperance. I just told you that I love you. We seem to keep getting stuck at this point. And you're not an idiot. You're the most brilliant woman I'll ever have the pleasure of knowing."

He put his hand on mine and this time I didn't strike him. "And Hannah?"

"She knows. She knew from day one. I told her when I met her that I was trying to move on, that I was ready to forget. It only worked for so long. I came back here and, seeing you again, I knew it was a moot point. I tried to fight it and, whether you admit it or not, I think you have too. But I'm giving you the chance to stop fighting, to stop running, to kiss me here in the comfort of your own apartment instead of behind a pool hall, in front of the Hoover, or to satisfy our lawyer's puckish desires."

He waited, probably anticipating my rejection, but, the more I thought about it, the more I asked myself why I had to think at all. An aesthetically pleasing male of whom I found myself fond wanted to kiss me; the same aesthetically pleasing man who'd spent the past week trying to tell me what love is, who taught me about friendship and give-and-take. Maybe I didn't really listen all of those other times. Perhaps he hadn't been as blunt as he needed to be; as blunt as he had been now, but I felt like the metaphorical puzzle pieces were finally fitting together as they should. So I did it. I did was he hadn't expected me to do. I rolled over so we were face-to-face and I kissed him. And it wasn't a drunken pool hall kiss or a puckish mistletoe kiss. It wasn't desperate or sad or pleading. It was just…right. There's one for your cosmic balance sheet, Booth I thought. It was like our own mystery was solved, the crime of my fight-or-flight response and his attempting to move on were confronted. All cards were on the table and finally I was ready to gamble.

After his shock wore off, he rolled over so I was on my back again, his knees on either side of my hips and his forearms resting on either side of my head. He looked down at me, smiling. The affection in his eyes, like the glow, was contagious. He leaned down to initiate another kiss, but paused inches from my lips.

"I'm not going to take it back, you know. Need me or not, I would kill for you. I would put my life in danger if it meant keeping you safe and all to myself. This is you we're talking about here. World renowned author and anthropologist, Temperance Brennan. My Bones." He smiled again, sealing the kiss.

Voice over (as heard at the end of the movie)

Booth: The first time we met, we hated each other.

Bones: No, you didn't hate me, I hated you. The second time we met, I still hated you.

Booth: Then we became friends.

Bones: We were friends for a long time.

Booth: And then we weren't.

Bones: And then we fell in love

As Documentary Couple (also seen at end of movie)

Bones: A year and a half later we were married

Booth: Yeah, it only took a year and a half.

Bones: Seven and a half years…