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Negotiation (Double Drabble #35)
Booth Serious
Title: Negotiation (Double Drabble #35)
Characters:  Booth, Brennan
Series:  All That Lies Between Us
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Timeline:  Future
Prompt Table:  Romance
Written for:  drabble123
Prompt: #19 (Surprise)
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer:  Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me.  This story is purely meant to entertain.  No copyright infringement is intended.

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Please note that this is a companion to Stalemate (Chapter 17).  This won't make much sense if you don't read that first.

As Booth gets ready for bed, he brushes his teeth and tries not to see the pieces of her that are scattered around his place--like the mousse sitting next to his gel. 

Though the sheets are icy when he climbs into bed, he forces his eyes closed.  He sleeps for only a few minutes at a time, and that feels worse than not sleeping at all.

When a shadow melts out of the blackness, he doesn't reach for his gun.  Three breaths later, the bed dips.  He remains still; it's her move. 

The silence nearly breaks under the weight of their words.

"I don't want to hurt you--" she finally says.

"Too late."

"--But I can't give you up either."

The words fill him with hollow satisfaction.  Why should he be the only one to want what he can't have?

"What do you want, Bones?" he asks, his voice unrecognizable.

"You."  Her answer surprises him.

"What if you can't have that?"

"Is that the case?"

Though not doing so still might cost him everything, he isn't ready to call her bluff yet.  "No."

She exhales.  "I'm...sorry."

Nothing's resolved, but he believes her.  "I know. Come here."  He opens his arms.

Author's Note: Does this seem like a copout, or can you feel the ambiguity?

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I don't think it's necessarily a cop out. When it all comes down to it, we love the people we love whether we're married to them or not. Booth may dream of marriage and a white picket fence and all that jazz, but just because you dream of having a million bucks doesn't mean it's a cop out if you never get it. I think at the end of the day it has to be more important who you're with than what you're doing, that if you love someone and they love you back and yall are together and happy that's got to be more important than having a ring on your left hand. This life will never be perfect, not every dream will be fulfilled, but that doesn't mean it's settling if you're content with your life as it is.

Nice piece, btw. Thought-provoking. I liked it :)

Well said, Avery. Well said.

Thanks for your thoughtful comments; I enjoyed reading them.

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