Just a little something that was rolling around in my mind for years now. I don't own Bones or Doctor Who.
Will continue if people think it's worth it.
Either way she slices it, no one would walk out of this situation unscathed. As the creature drew ever closer to the group, destroying the lab in its wake, Brennan turned the watch over in her hand, rubbing her fingers over the cold metal's etchings.
She was going to die today, that was an absolute now. What she had to decide was how many people she was going to take with her.
A thrown beaker hit the glass in front of them, shattering into a million different pieces and causing Angela and Daisy to scream and Hodgins and Sweets to draw them closer to their sides. Cam peered out from behind the overturned table, taking stock of the lab and the prone figure of The Doctor in it.
"He's still down!" She whispered, panic in her voice.
"I thought he said if it hit him he'd only be out for a few seconds" Booth was somewhere over to her left, trying to get closer to the door, trying to get a clean shot at the thing Brennan assumed. He'd obviously forgotten about her and the watch, a good thing considering he'd never let her so what she was about to.
The Doctor wasn't getting up, and the team's time was running out. Brennan looked over to Booth, still inching closer to the door. She loved him, she could see it and admit it now, but she was too late in so many ways. That would be the sad legacy of Temperance Brennan, that she got to the party just a bit too late to have any fun.
He had Hannah now, he didn't need her anymore. They all had someone to count on, someone to love. They all would have left her soon enough, she surmised, better to get going before they did.
The watch was getting warmer in her hand. She wanted to get out. She knew it was time.
"Out, out, before it's too late!" The voice so much like her own cried in her head. Brennan took one last look at everyone around her, a tear running down her cheek as she did so, before she took the action that would seal her fate. She ducked down more firmly in the corner of table and wall she'd taken refuge in and pressed resolutely on the latch.
It was the last thing Dr. Temperance Brennan ever did.