The Door that can't be Closed

part 1

When you open a door that you don't want to go through, getting it to shut again seems near too impossible.

He had asked her to try, but she wasn't ready. He'd told her he'd always known, but she couldn't possibly believe that. Her mind was a battlefield: irrational vs rational, unpredictable vs predictable, love or a chemical process, and despite what she wanted to believe; the irrational side had the advantage.

Everything about Booth was confusing yet true, and more importantly right. He protected her, he cared for her, he made her laugh, and they were all facts, they were all irrefutable. The logical conclusion to come to is that he loves her, and the logical reaction from her was to reciprocate those feelings, because at the end of the day, the rush of adrenaline you get when you fall in love had happened, and it had passed. What they were both left with was a yearning for each other, a pure and unconditional love that would not pass.

Therefore, the reason she hadn't walked through that door was not because she was a scientist (that version of her would've strolled right through), but because she was scared. Scared of it not working out, scared of trying, scared of the possibility that she didn't have to be alone for the rest of her life. So, as she sat on her unusually large couch, booth was all that came to mind. Booth. That was until she heard a knock at the door.

Brennan cautiously went to answer it, she wasn't expecting anyone so for all she knew it could be a serial killer. But as she opened the door no serial killer appeared, instead just two soft, longing eyes, locking with her own.

"Bones," he sighed.

"Booth," she paused, just to make she wasn't dreaming, "what are you doing here?"

He took a step forward, reaching out just to rake his gentle finger across her arm. "I can't let you make this mistake."

"What mistake? What are you talking about?" Brennan manged to say, ignoring the feel of Booth's hand stroking hers.

"Don't play dumb Bones, it doesn't suit you. You know exactly what I'm talking about," a wave of fright passed through her face, but soon reverted to a more neutral expression, though it was too late as Booth had already noticed. "Tell me you don't love me, tell me you don't feel anything for me," he took another step towards her, the door seemingly disappearing. They were inches apart now.

"I don't. I don't." she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Finish the sentence Bones," he demanded, moving his hand to caress the side of her cheek.

"I -" she gulped, as a shiver creeped amid her, "I really -"

He went to whisper in her ear, his hot breath grazing her neck, "I think you're sacred,"

"I am not scared."

"Are to," he moved to face her again.

"You have no idea what you're talking about!" She exclaimed.

"You said you couldn't change, but I know you," Booth grabbed her face with both his hands, forcing a gasp out of her, "I know you and I love you, not what you think you have to be like. I've never wanted you to change."

"Booth," she clasped his wrists, as if to ground herself, "you don't mean that."

He stared at her, determination radiating of him, of course he bloody meant that, and that's when it hit him: she was too damn stubborn. It was up to him, he wasn't going to convince her with words, she was too deluded to believe them. So, he moved his face closer to hers. Brennan's instincts failing her, she closed her eyes. He stopped as their lips were about to touch. "Do you really think things can go back to normal?"

Then, he left, stormed out her house, leaving Temperance frozen in place. Bastard.