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Bones Ficlet: What She Didn't Say (#94 in ATLBU)

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.

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Tags: all that lies between us, bones, bones: fic, fic

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