Nightmare
By DelilahSong
Words: 518
AN: Just some BB fluff, could be taken as a pretense to 'Sweets', my other Bones Story- but doesn't have to be. I looove reviews on all my stories. And even if Brennan seems ooc, I apologize.
Temperance stood on the plain grass. The day was beautiful. The sun was bright and high in the sky. There was a light breeze to break up any uncomfortable heat pockets. Brennan was just standing there, taking in the beautiful day. All of the sudden, she realized that she was in an old-fashioned black wool dress. And she realized where she was, suddenly uncomfortable in this beautiful day that was really so terrible. To her right, Angela was holding onto her arm, also in a stereotypical black high-collared dress. Hodgins was on Angela's right, and Zach stood next to him, looking uncomfortable in the tense situation. Both wore bizarre short suits in all black. Behind him, Cam stood, looking sad as expected, but not to the ex-girlfriend degree that Temperance had thought she would, for some reason Cam was wearing a slinky black dress and heels, a sash hanging around her shoulders. There were a lot of ex-girlfriends in short black dresses; actually, crying… it made Temperance uncomfortable. Carolyn stood to speak.
"Today we celebrate the life of Special Agent Seely Booth, by mourning his death. He did a great thing two weeks ago, and he sacrificed his life, to save that of his partner's…"
"I would have taken that shot for him." Temperance insisted, turning to inform Angela this.
But Angela wasn't there. She, Temperance, was there, age 15, crying. Her face red and swollen from shedding too many tears. Then… all of the sudden it was Parker whose face was swollen from crying. He looked up at her, his eyes pools of black.
"It's all your fault that my Daddy's dead!" he cried, "It's all your fault." Then the Mantra started up among the crowd.
"It's all your fault. It's all your fault. It's all your fault." They chanted. The Casket popped open, and Booth sat up, faintly rotted, his eye-sockets empty, a giant bloody hole in his chest, "It's all your fault Bones, Bones… Bones"
"BONES!" Booth exclaimed, shaking her shoulders. Brennan sat up with a start. Booth, it was Booth right there. She was being irrational to assume that the nightmare had any truth. But still.
"Booth." She breathed out, sad to admit there was relief in her voice. She pressed her hand against where his wound was and Booth winced.
"Ouch, Bones." He protested, moving her hand away, she gasped as his body heat radiated through her skin. She gazed earnestly into his eyes, relieved to see a pair of (admittedly bewildered) chocolate-brown eyes instead of black-red sockets, "are you okay?" he asked worriedly.
"Booth." She breathed out again, her hands feeling over his face. She sighed in relief; finally reassured that this was real… he was real.
"What's wrong Bones?" Booth asked in concern, pushing a stray lock of hair from her pale face. She looked at him.
"I'm just glad you're alive." She said, finally voicing it. It felt like a weight was lifted from her shoulders. Ridiculous, but it did. Booth smiled and pulled her into a sturdy hug.
"Me too Bones." He said, "Me too."
I love you.