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Bones Ficlet: What She Didn't Say (#94 in ATLBU)
B/B Everything...
Title: What She Didn't Say
Booth, Brennan
K or PG
Word Count: 397
Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely meant to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.
Story Notes:
This was written for the Bones Comment Fic Meme, in response to her_lovelyheart 's request for "Booth/Brennan, scared of the dark."
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Please pardon the rust.

The first night, he didn't know what drew him from sleep, pulling him through the dark tunnel until his eyes opened to scan the shadows that settled in his bedroom every night. A ghost-white silhouette hovered across the room.

The blinds were drawn open. He swore he'd closed them before they went to bed. A strong back turned away from him and toward the window; one slim hand flattened, gleaming, trapped against the pane.


In the stillness he listened silently, eyes shut, counting each of her breaths against the tick tock of his own heartbeat. Wait. He could wait. Waiting for her had become a habit. Maybe more than a habit. One addiction to replace the other.

When breath turned to movement and a floorboard sang under quietly placed feet, Booth kept his eyes closed and his face relaxed. The blanket lifted and the bed sank as she slid back in beside him. He imagined the coolness of her skin against the heat of his palm, but when she kept a breath of space between them, he let her. She was still there, and that was enough.


The second night, he woke to find the sheets cool beside him. His gaze flickered to the window and caught her standing there once again, her head tilted toward the light outside.

The blinds were drawn open. He swore he'd closed them before they went to bed.

This time when she returned to his bed, still keeping a small distance between their bodies, he reached out. His searching fingers found the softness of her hair. Eyes closed in the dark, he brushed it back from her face; she let him.


The third night, he left the blinds open and plugged in and switched on the tiny nightlight he'd bought after work that day.

She raised an eyebrow, telegraphing a question as he joined her in bed.

He laughed and shrugged. "I keep tripping over the toys Parker leaves in here."

A frown curled her lips, but she didn't say anything else.


Later, after their bodies cooled and quieted, Booth woke to find Brennan sitting up beside him, eyes open and watchful. Watching him.

Her fingers twisted in the blanket, restless. He watched her struggle, waiting.

"Thank you," she finally whispered.

With a nod, Booth reached out and covered her hand with his own.

He didn't wake again until morning.

A/N:  Feel free to friend me for fic updates. :)

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So simple and sweet. Rust-free, too ;) Very lovely writing my friend, and a very pleasant surprise to see something from you on my f-list :D

Thank you, honey. Your reassurances are much appreciated!

*happy sigh* and not JUST from reading you again, hon... but this was so perfect and such a Booth thing to do - just watch and wait. He is one damn patient fella. Just gorgeous! ♥loves♥

All she said, because I can't put it any better!

*twirls you*

*snorgles you* Thank you, sweetie pie.

::hugs:: Thanks so much, Space. ♥ I'm glad this felt like Booth to you. You're right, he is very patient. In fact, I'd say he has the patience of a saint -- at least when it comes to a certain forensic anthropologist. *g*

Thank you again; your comments mean a lot to me.

Friday smile, please? :) This was so sweet and real, I can totally picture it. The comment fic meme was a great idea.

Aww... Thanks, Sof! I'm happy you could see this happening. And yes, comment fics are great fun. :)

*stupid grin*
This was lovely, and very true to how I feel Booth would react, so instinctive to Brennan's needs.

As usual, this was a fantastic. And decidedly rust-free.

Thank you, K. So pleased that you liked this! :) *hugs*

*sighs* Lovely lerdo!fic makes me happy. And this is that and completely rust free, too! :)

He laughed and shrugged. "I keep tripping over the toys Parker leaves in here."

A frown curled her lips, but she didn't say anything else.

Ahhh, just wonderful!

So nice to see a little shot from you, hun! :)

Aieeee! Lerdofic. You haven't a spot of rust on this. It is just so them, Booth particularly. Welcome back, however briefly.

Oh, gods, how I missed this.

Thank you.


[channeling Brennan.]I looked, but didn't see any rust.

Agree, not a speckle of rust.

Your usual inherently poetic writing. Love the structure of this, clever but subtle.

You call that rust? Honestly. *shakes head* It's lovely and quite un-rusty.
And it's quietly beautiful, the little things that make them fit together. Very sweet :D

Oh...SO perfect. The number of dark places she's been locked, it would make perfect sense for her to be scared of dark and/or closed-in places.


When breath turned to movement and a floorboard sang under quietly placed feet, Booth kept his eyes closed and his face relaxed.

You definitely have a way with words.

I just loved this.

snuggly and fabulous and spectacularly rust free. welcome back. you have been missed. =)

Time away has done nothing to dull your skills; this was beautiful, a lovely set of moments between them and very well written. So glad you're managing to find the odd moment for yourself alongside caring for your beautiful girl.

I wondered why you hadn't posted fic lately. Good to see more :)

That would be because I had a baby close to 8 weeks ago; she takes up all a lot of my time. *g*

Thanks for reading. :)

Short and sweet, in the best possible way. Well done!

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed this. :)

I don't remember if I commented you in the comment fic meme, but let me tell you that I found this sweet. As in Booth-is-sweet-and-you-catch-it-perfectly sweet.

There were amazing (A-MAZING) fics in that meme, but I really missed your writing.

Tell Misha that I thank her for letting you write a little.


Very nicely written :)

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Couldn't think of a better way to start my vacation than with a fic of yours! It's barely 6:00 a.m. (well, here in Japan) and already my day has been made! Thanks!

I love that Booth knows just what she needs, but is sensitive enough to do it in such a way that she can deny needing the comfort. And I love even more that he's made her secure enough that she doesn't have to pretend that it's what she needs.

I am very impressed that you somehow found the time for this.

yeah for lerdo!fic ♥

i adore the simplicity of this and your Booth is love :) this current theme that he is waiting for her to catch up so he can make a move at just the right moment is just beautiful. i love him way too much.

aww great job! this is very them...I can't wait for the last two episodes - I'm so curious!

This was such a lovely series of moments, and I think it really captures how Booth tries to protect her, and how Brennan sometimes lets him.

Wow I love this. Seriously, you always write amazing stuff :)

This was lovely!

So much conveyed in so few words.

This was beautiful. Simple, inspiring, very touching.

I'm pretty sure I reviewed this on, but oh well.

Beautiful ♥ Loved this.

Even Hodges couldn't find any rust here. This was just lovely and so Booth.
...doing happy dance to see a fic from you again...

Ugh, adore this one.

Thanks for sharing.

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