"Dearly beloved..." Father Jacob began to say, but Brennan ignored him. She was being consumed by the memories of Christine, Hank, and Booth.
She stayed at the funeral, some how keeping herself from crying. Her friends would come over and say how sorry they are for her loss and blah blah blah.
It didn't matter how sorry they were for her loss, no amount of sorrys will bring her family back.
Brennan had shut herself down. She refused to lose anyone else.
After the funeral, she locked herself in her bedroom, but couldn't stand it. The smell of Booth's cologne surrounded her. She refused to cry. She grabbed a can of Frebreeze and sprayed it around her room. That's better.
Brennan crawled into bed and stayed there for days. She didn't eat. She only left her bed to go to the bathroom. Angela, Hodgins, and Cam tried to comfort her, but it was no use. Finally, Sweets came back from his mini vacation. He walked into the Lab with a smile on his face. Everyone was up on the platform, but Brennan wasn't.
"Where's Dr. Brennan?" he asked.
Angela barely choked out, "Booth, Christine, and Hank died. She's locked herself in her bedroom."
"What happened?"
"Bones, I don't understand why you're so against it! I figured you'd be thrilled," Booth growled. Booth had rented out a cabin in Washington state so that they could all go up there for vacation.
"I am thrilled, but I have work!"
Booth groaned, "When will your family be more important than your job?"
That's when it happened. A car T-boned their car, causing them to roll and crash into a building.
Brennan woke up a couple days later. She was informed that Hank and Christine died on impact. Booth died from blood loss.
Booth had sheilded Brennan, protecting her from any damage. She managed to only have a few bruises and cuts, but she was put in a coma.
Sweets automatically left the Jeffersonian and drove to Brennan's house. He was absolutely furious no one ever told him and that he missed the funeral.
Sweets let himself into the home and walked around, soon finding himself in Brennan's bedroom.
He saw her lying in the bed, covers over her body.
"Temperance, get up," he said.
She didn't move.
"Look," he sat on the bed, "You need to get up. Booth wouldn't be happy seeing you like this."
She didn't move, so he pulled off her blanket.
She was still. Too still.
"Temperance?"
Her skin was pale and her eyes were open. They looked as if all the life that had once filled them, had drained.
Sweets shook her. Getting no response, he called 911.
The paramedics took her in and a doctor confirmed that the cause of death was literally a broken heart. It doesn't happen alot, but it can happen and it did.
Temperance lost everything. Maybe she wasn't the cold, heartless doctor people thought.
A/N SO THESE ONE SHOTS ARE STORIES I'VE POSTED ON WATTPAD AND I WANTED TO EXPLORE OTHER MEDIUMS AND YEAH. I THINK I LIKE THIS. REQUESTS ARE WELCOME!! AND I KNOW THIS ISN'T THE BEST, BUT I'LL GET BETTER