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Note: Takes place during the begining of episode 15 of season 3 "The Pain in the Heart"
At that moment, she hated him. He had lied and deceived her. Made her feel emotions she shouldn't feel. Made her think he was dead; frightened her beyond comprehension. Yes, she hated him.
Which she supposed is why she did it.
At the time, it seemed perfectly logical.
She saw him dart through the crowed and past her to a man she had never seen before. Watched as they tumbled to the ground and tussled for a bit. Saw as the man stunned him then got up to make a run for it.
Instinctively, she had rushed in to help. It was out of pure impulse and habit that she had grabbed the fake, plastic arm and whacked the guy across the head with it, knocking him out.
Then she stood frozen as he staggered onto his feet, grinned real big at her, and said, "Nice shot Bones," as if this wasn't his funeral and he hadn't been dead just five minutes ago.
Then she was face to face with him. Surprise, confusion, and hurt flashed across her face. She couldn't understand why he hadn't told her he was alive. At his confused, "What?" she lost it. Fury coursed through her as she just barely heard her best friend ask what was going on. How dare he act like he hadn't caused her and others huge amounts of grief and tears?
At the moment, she absolutely hated him. So, through the pain, and hurt, only one thing seemed logical to do, so she did it.
She slugged him. And it felt good.
Looking back, she would wonder why she had thought it was logical, but through the hate and grim satisfaction at feeling her fist hit his face with enough force to send him back to the ground, relief flooded through her and only one thought was in her mind;
Thank God, he's alive.
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