In The SUV
AN: Fluff, baby!
Brennan didn't believe in gut feelings. This morning, she awoke to cold rain that turned the air outside to a dismal grey. She got an instant panic for no reason. It was not logical. She had to shower and meet Booth to drive to the new scene. Perhaps in light of later events wet hair on a cold day was not smart. Shower however she did, leaving her apartment with again a sense of foreboding.
Booth trusts his gut. He unfortunately trusts the weatherman too. When the meteorologist said the rain would clear, he thought it would be safe to go forward with the drive to the scene. He never thought the rain would freeze the road. He picked up Bones and paid no mind that she was dressed with a thin sweater and had wet hair. She got in the car believing they would reach their destination.
Neither anticipated the grinding of laboring breaks on the slick asphalt. Neither foresaw the violently falling snow or the sudden sickening crunch of metal as the SUV careened off road.
This is not how they saw spending today.
After the car rested they stared at another stricken.
"Any ideas Booth?" She wondered.
"We passed the sign a while back. We are 98 miles from Oregon, so no walking in this snow mess." He winced.
"Doesn't your car have GPS?" She suggests.
He grinned fiddling with the board. Then he grimaced.
"The lights on the dash are all off." He continues. " I think I broke the car!" Again he made a pained face.
"Are you hurt?" She worried
He nodded slightly, which only concerned her more. Booth was Mr. Alpha Male and admitting hurt.
"Booth?" She prods.
"Are you hurt Bones?" His chocolate eyes betrayed the immense concern.
"No. Where are you injured?" Why not tell her? Then she looks down.
"Oh Booth." The left leg is bent horribly. Scraped, broken and bruised. She sees a flicker of pain she didn't see before.
"I'm good." He winces as he proclaims this.
"Do you have a first aid kit? In your car?" She searches in the glove compartment and finds a small box.
"I am going to wrap your leg." She asserts. He lets her and her chests hurts. He is quiet, but biting his lip. It has gotta hurt like hell.
"I wanna lay down Bones." His voice is almost childlike.
"Put your head on my lap." She does not believe that came out of her mouth
He opens his mouth to protest.
"I feel bad you're hurt Booth." Her admittance is sheepish.
He complies. The skull has significant weight, as she knows. She is surprised how comfortably heavy it is to support his weight. Absentmindedly she plays with his hair. His eyes drift closed as she scratches odd little patterns into his scalp.
What should we do? He had complained that morning his phone was broken and she had forgotten hers. Of all days for two workaholics to part with their cell phones. No GPS, no heat. Her hair was still drying and she was freezing. Snow fell heavily outside. Between her hair ruffling and the stress of injury Booth was sleeping on her lap. Brennan had no idea what to do.
AN: What will happen? How long until they get out of harms way? However will Brennan stay warm? Yeah last question has an answer. Hehe. Review and get more. Yes that is evil. Evil is what I DO!