Okay, here you go! Last chapter! Before Elevator Games, I never wrote anything after the point where I got them together, cuz I just didn't know what to do with them! Thanks for your reviews, you are so kind, and I love you all!

Booth leaned back against the car seat. What had he done? He'd kissed Bones, that's what, and he had no idea what to do. That kiss was..., well he'd never felt like this before. He had wanted to pull her into his arms, and never let go. He wanted her to hold him and chase away the nightmares. God, the nightmare. Looking at her beaten and broken body, her eyes looking right through him. He had begged her to run, to fight. He was losing the fight with her attacker, and then... being in her arms, feeling relief. Before he knew it, he was kissing her. And then, what? He'd run away. He was so afraid of the feelings he had for her. Bones would say that it wasn't rational. It wouldn't matter how far he ran. Nothing would erase his love for her. He couldn't leave her anyway. She had been through too much. He had been there for her, through everything, he had promised her that he would never leave, that she would never be alone. He promised her, then what had he done? He ran. And he couldn't forget the look on her face as he walked out the door. The same look she had as she watched her father and brother drive off. He had done that. He couldn't leave her this way. He had to go back, he had to tell her.

Brennan stared at the door. He was gone. If she hadn't known him so well, she might have thought that he didn't want her, that he didn't feel the same way she did. But she did know him. She knew why he left. He was in pain, and he was afraid. She had never seen him like that. Not the big, strong FBI agent, who was not afraid of anything, who was always in control. He had held on to her like she was his lifeline, like he would never let go. The dream, whatever it was, had shaken him. It scared her too, because it had to have been bad for Booth to be so out of control. And then the look in his eyes before he kissed her. She shivered, thinking of that look, that kiss. She couldn't have resisted if she had wanted to. And she hadn't wanted to. She had never admitted her true feelings for Booth to herself before, but when he kissed her, she couldn't deny it any longer. She loved him, loved everything about him. His compassion, his understanding, his love for his son, his passion for his job. Even his faith. She may not see religion in the same way he did, but she admired his conviction. And she even understood his need to protect her. That was just Booth. She had to see him, to tell him how she felt. She had to tell him that she loved him, that she wanted to be with him. That whatever it was that was wrong, he didn't have to go through it alone. This time, she would be the one to be there for him. And it couldn't wait until morning.

She got dressed, all the while trying to figure out what she was going to say. She walked to the door, opened it, and looked up at the face of the man she loved.

"Booth? You're back. Why.."

"Temperence. I'm sorry." He looked at her, searching her face. "I shouldn't have left. I never meant to hurt you."

"Booth, it's okay, you didn't." She took his hand and led him inside.

"Yes I did. I panicked." He took a deep breath. He had to tell her. He walked over and sat down beside her on the couch. "I've always had nightmares, ever since I came back. They come and go, some are worse than others, but I could always deal with them. When we were on the Charlie Kent case, they came back, worse than they ever were. A friend of mine told me I needed to talk to someone, to let someone in." Booth looked into her eyes. "I chose you. After I told you my story, what I had done, the dreams mostly stopped."

"Booth, I..." She didn't know what to say. She couldn't bear to hear the pain in his voice.

"No. Let me say this. I need to tell you." He turned to her and took her hand. "A few weeks ago, after the last case, I started to have them again. At first, they were just of the war, of the things I saw and did, but then..." He stopped. "Then they changed. Parker would be kidnapped. I wouldn't be able to get him in time. I would see him..." His voice broke. "Then some nights it would be you." He turned away, staring out the window.

She moved closer, holding on to him, not wanting to let go, not wanting to hear, yet knowing he had to tell her, he had to get it out.

"Every time I'd close my eyes, I would see you, or Parker, taken, hurt, or... I didn't know what to do, where to turn. I only know that when I'm with you, I feel... complete. When I'm with you, you take all my fears away."

He turned back to her. "I didn't plan on kissing you, and I didn't plan on falling in love with you, Temperence, but I did, and I have, and it's wonderful. It's wonderful, but it scares the hell out of me, because if I lost you, I don't know what I would do. And when I kissed you, it felt so right, but I was afraid, afraid of what I was feeling. So I left." He reached up and touched her cheek. "I left and I hurt you and I am so sorry. I never want to hurt you, and I promised you once that you would never be alone, that I would never leave and I meant it." The words were coming out in a rush, he couldn't stop them now. "I love you. You are everything to me, and I'm tired of being afraid of being with you."

Brennan looked at him, looked into his eyes. "Booth, I..." She stopped. He was looking at her, waiting to hear what she would say. "I love you too. I want you to know, I will always be here for you. I want to help you. You can tell me anything." She reached for him and pulled him into her arms. "And I'll be here, helping to keep the nightmares away."

She kissed him then, and it took his breath away. She held him as he lay beside her, until he fell asleep. A deep, dreamless sleep, where no nightmares would come.

The End