Summary: Booth and Brennan, a tragedy and the after effects. Is there any more information required? If so, just read the prologue and the first chapter and it will give you a much better idea of what is happening. BB and some angst. Proceed with caution.
A/N: This my first attempt at a Bones fic. Now, before you go screaming off in the other direction, allow me to clarify… this is not my first fic. I have posted a few in a few other fandoms. Bones has just become my latest obsession. Please read and send me all your comments, thoughts, suggestions. Good or bad, they will all be well received. And, unfortunately, I cannot make any claim on any of this… the characters of Booth and Brennan and anyone else you might recognize belong to a number of people (in my mind) but none of them are me. If this little story inspires you to send anyone money, don't send it to me and get your head checked immediately! Thank you for reading. Scarlet.
Prologue
Blackness seems to fade away, chased away by a dull ache that permeates my entire being. I try vainly to catalogue the injuries that are causing my pain, but give up, deciding that it hurts too much to think about where I hurt. There is a brightness that threatens behind my eyelids and I cower from the pain that that light promises, keeping my eyes closed for the time being. A thumb brushes the back of my hand, caressing it slowly. I know that I should open my eyes and tell him that I'm okay. I know that he suffers too and will until I do. That's when I remember. I remember it all and keep my eyes closed. I'm not ready for anymore pain.
Please continue on to chapter one. And no, my author's notes are not usually longer than my actual posts. It just worked better having the prologue end here. No need to review yet. I know I haven't posted enough to warrant it:)
