These are a series of one shots taking place during the six seasons of "Bones" where Booth and Brennan could have gotten together. And, with six seasons, there are a lot of "Duh!" moments to do. I hope you enjoy each story, and I'm sorry if the dialogue for each episode isn't accurate. Stupid hulu & fox don't have all the episodes.
The Bliss in the Bomb
Season 1, Episode 15, "Two Bodies in the Lab"
I walk into the hospital, supporting Booth, with Dr. Hodgins on his other side.
"Can I help you?" the nurse asks.
"We'd like to check Booth back in," Hodgins replies.
"It wasn't smart to take him out in the first place," she gave him a steely glare.
"It was my fault. I wasn't being careful," I interject, wishing to have the blame on myself, as Hodgins had only driven Booth.
"Well, thank you for bringing him back," the nurse says.
"I don't need to be-ow-here," Booth mutters.
"I think that is very wrong, Booth. You have severe injuries from the explosion," I tell him as the nurse helps get him settled into a room. "And, you were straining yourself to come help me. You probably made the injuries worse," I say.
"No, I didn't," he replies stubbornly.
"Trust me on this, Booth. You need to rest," I insist.
"Fine," he grumbles.
"I'll sit with you, if you would prefer that," I say to make him feel better.
"That'd be nice."
"Alright, then, Booth. If you're all set, I'm gonna head out," Hodgins tells us.
"I'm fine," he says.
"Thank you, Dr. Hodgins. See you at the lab tomorrow," I say.
"Yeah, bye, Dr. B," with that, Hodgins leaves.
"Bones, can you hand me that pudding?" Booth asks, a slight wimper in his voice.
"Alright," I sigh and hand him the pudding.
"Thank you," he opens it and starts to eat it.
We sit in silence for a bit, and I start thinking about how worried I had been when the bomb had first gone off, how relieved I was when Booth had shown up. Did I-did I love Booth? Yes, I loved him. I love Seeley Booth.
*Ring!* My phone went off.
"Hi, Temperance," David's voice answers.
"Hi, David. How are you?" I ask.
"I'm great. I was wondering if you would like to go to dinner?" he says.
"I'm sorry, David. I'm busy tonight," I see Booth look curiously at me.
"Oh, alright. I'll talk to you soon, then?"
"Sure," I reply.
"Bye," I hang up.
"What was that about?" Booth asks, a slight smile on his face.
"Oh, David was asking me to dinner. But, I should stay here with you,"I say.
"Bones, you don't have to do that."
"I know, but we're partners. We take care of each other. Right?"I say.
"Yeah," he nods. "Ow. Note to self: no nodding."
"You should really be careful, Booth."
"Yeah, yeah," he rolls his eyes.
"I was so scared when the bomb went off. I thought you were going to die," I whisper, looking down.
"I'm fine, though, Bones," he insists.
"You're not fine, Booth! You're arm is in a sling; you have bandages all over, and you have three broken or cracked ribs!"
"But, I have you here."
"Having me here does not make you fine,"I say.
"Sure, it does! You keep me company, and you hand me my pudding. I'm good."
"You are making no sense," I roll my eyes.
"Of course I am," he smiles at me, and I can't help not being angry at him. His smile was just so Booth-y. Like his "Cocky" belt buckle.
"Maybe I'll leave. Then, you won't have anyone to hand you your pudding," I threaten with a teasing tone.
"You won't leave. Will you?" Booth asks.
"Do you want me to?" I counter.
"No. This is nice," he answers.
I smile and instinctively go to lean on him; just before I do, I remember that I'm on the side of his hurt shoulder.
"Sorry," I mutter, suddenly interested in the TV.
"It's alright. Didn't even touch it," he answers, putting his empty pudding on the tray.
"Booth, I-I, um-"
"What is it, Bones? You can tell me anything," he says, slightly amused.
I take a deep breath. "I. Love. You." I manage to say, looking at the floor, and making it sound like each word was a sentence.
"Temperance, look at me," he replies.
I turn my head a little.
"I love you, too," he squeezes my hand.
I smile slightly before I lean in and kiss him. I knew that I would get through anything with him at my side.