Note: I have no idea where this one came from; I was not depressed or angry when I wrote it. But the images in my head were too good to resist...
(ps. no beta. Mistakes are mine and mine alone; I apologize for any and all)
The Bloodstained Hands
by: jewel of athos
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Bang!
After the explosion, everything else becomes white noise, a drone in the background broken only by the slow thump of a hearbeat. The smoke rising from the barrel of the gun is melted away by the sheeting rain, and images start to pale and blur into one another, as if they too are being washed away.
The gun disappears.
A scream breaks through the haze, and the sound of one body hitting another. Then the whole world tilts, conveying a sense of floating. And for one split, time-locked second, that is exactly what happens. Then enternity unfreezes, a body hits asphalt; blurred eyes stare up at a dark sky.
She lays there in a cloudy puddle of cold rain and warm blood, feeling the raindrops like kisses on her pale cheeks. She fells the blood throbbing from her stomach, staining her white coat and whiter hands with sticky heat. She blinks her eyes once against a shaft of light breaking through the clouds, and her blue-tinged lips form one final word.
Booth.
He drops to his knees beside her, and he gathers her body in his arms and begs her to say his name, to say anything. To live. He watches her blue eyes flicker up to meet his, and her lips part in a shaky smile. Then the breath leaves her body, and he cries and begs, willing her chest to rise again, to prove to him that there is life in her yet. It doesn't happen.
With his face in her mind and a smile on her lips, she breathes her last and dies in his arms, content with her final moments. She has seen his face, spoken his name, and felt his arms around her once again. She can die in peace.
He crouches on the ground, trying to shield her dead body from the rain with his own, cursing himself over and again for his failure. His are not the hands that held the gun and pulled the trigger, but they are covered in her blood. Stained. And he can never forgive himself.
...fin.