Hello!
This is an au fic. Yes it's a Booth/Brennan pair, all the way!
I don't own these characters obviously.
=)
Dear Booth,
If you're reading this, it means i'm gone.
It's weird to be writing a will in the first place.
Knowing you'll be reading this when i'm dead, or maybe you'll be dead before me...but who knows.
I hope we live a long life, filled with many memories.
P.S.
Even though you don't know, I hope we have many babies.
Ha.
I'll aways love you,
My knight in shining armor.
Love,
Temperance Brennan.
It had been five months.
Five months since Brennan had been fatally shot.
A simple bullet to the heart.
Her lifeless body falling down.
There was blood everywhere.
Dead.
No, no, no, no. This wasn't happening.
WHOOSH... Booth woke up from his bed, filled with sweat all over him.
Just another nightmare.
Looking around the room, he spotted the clock.
10 am.
He got off the bed and walked to the the bathroom.
Turning on the showers, he waited til the water was hot.
He stepped in, and let the water cascade over him before washing his hair.
Letting the warm water hit his body, another part of his body started to "jolt"
Fuck. he groaned.
Booth hadn't had a sexual release since she died.
He wasn't ready.
come on think of ugly thoughts.
pops catching me in the act...uhmmm... saint peter..saint..
after a few seconds of repeating saints, he calmed down.
fuck.
Usually Booth had good dreams. More like erotic dreams.
But lately he had been having nightmares.
It all began when he landed in Los Angeles. The city of Angels.
Ever since she died, Booth had worked non-stop. Trying to numb the pain that she wasn't really gone. That she was just somewhere digging up bones of in an unpronuced country.
The federal decided he needed a getaway, so they decided to ship him all the way to the other side of the coast.
California to be more specific.
They had paid for everything. Plane ticket, hotel, food, and a rental.
The first night he had got here, he had a nightmare about her.
It was the same dream, Brennan dying over and over.
Turning off the shower, he got out and grabbed his towel.
Wrapping it low to his waist, he walked to the closet and pulled a black t shirt and some boardshorts on, and left the room.