AN: I don't own Bones. After watching The Recluse in The Recliner and getting a bit teary I decided to write a one shot of how I think that Bones might have felt after losing her Booth, Enjoy!
POST SEASON 9:
What I think Brennan felt like after the season nine finale.
Oh Booth how did this happen, what did I do? What about Christine, what about the Squints and more importantly what about us? I sob softly into the pillow. I wasn't even sleeping in our bed, I was over at my father, Max Keenan's house since that ours was pretty badly damaged after a very big shootout. I gaze at the four walls that surround the bed. It was just them and me now. I snuggle down into the bed sheets, pretending I was besides Booth, we'd just made love and we were smiling in each other's arms. Right now I hated the FBI, I hated the government and I hated anyone who blamed Booth. When I ran into that hospital I thought that the worst had already happened and everything would begin to improve but God was I wrong.
I wonder if he was thinking of me as he sits in his gaol cell. I wish I could call him and bring him some closure. He probably wasn't even sure if I was okay. I want to call out his name but no matter how much I'd cry I would never get a reply. I just want to hear his voice. I stay silent and grip my knees up to my chest. I sway from side to side and squeeze my eyes closed. I want to block out the world and pretend that all was fine. Booth had been arrested and taken into custody by the people that he worked for, by the people that he believed knew what was right, by the people he trusted. I was taken in for questioning, I told them the truth. I told them that Booth was innocent and that he was framed but they didn't believe a word. Booth was arrested and it was up to me to set him free, which was a lot for a wife to bear.
I hear a noise, it was the sound of sobbing and it was Christine. I rise from the bed, slip Booth's dressing gown on over my shoulders and breathe in the sweet smell. I place my hand on the door handle but stop as I hear a voice. It was my father, he was comforting Christine. He was helping me, he cared. I turn around and slip back under the sheets. I just lie there in the dark, depressing sound of silence. I long to hear Booth's soft comforting voice whisper in my ear, I long to hear "Hey Bones stop stressing I'm fine" It just wasn't going to happen it wasn't logical. I remember what Angela had told me earlier that day. "Sweetie don't worry we're here for you and I'll prove Booth innocent even if it is the last thing that I'll ever do" she had said to me. I had the best friends anyone could dream of and if anyone could help me it would be them. I knew Booth was innocent and the innocent always win out in the end but for now I was going to be me and these four walls.
AN: Hope you enjoyed this I certainly enjoyed writing it. I am still so worried about Booth especially with him being in prison with a beard. I have been watching some interviews with David and Emily and the anticipation is just getting overwhelming. Hurry up September 25! Hope you liked the story.
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