Me: Seeley Joseph Booth, you lying sonofabitch!
Booth: *defensive* What did I do?
Me: Oh, don't play that trick with me! You know exactly what you did!
Booth: No I don't, Ice! What did I do?
Me: You broke Brennan's heart! She poured her heart out to you, tells you she regrets not giving you two a shot and what do you do? You take her heart and squash it as if you were squashing a bug! You lied to her! You said that you love Hannah but you still love Brennan! And you will always love her; no matter what happens! That's what you did! Thankfully, I have some payback in mind…
Booth: IceGirl2772, what are you thinking?
Me: Didn't you read the summary, doofus?
Booth: What summary?
Me: Welcome to my story. Sorry for that little rant earlier. I needed to vent. I watched the new episode online and when I watched that bit, I wanted Booth to be real so I could either deck him or shoot him…not fatally, of course. We're nearly halfway through the season.
Booth: And it could be the last season of Bones ever.
Me: WHAT?
Booth: Kidding! *starts laughing like a mad man* You should have seen your face!
Me: Normally, I would try to kill you, but with this story, I think you will suffer enough.
Booth: *realises* Wait. Are you gonna write what I think you're gonna write?
Me: Depends on what you think I'm gonna write. Also, there'll be slight changes. Look out for those.
Booth: You're gonna write a story what you think will happen if I didn't get Bones out of the way in time and I watched her get hit by a car and the driver just drives off.
Me: Ding, ding, ding! Anyways, as usual, I own nothing. Enjoy. *runs off*
Booth: ICEGIRL2772, GET BACK HERE AND YOUR DEATH SHALL BE SWIFT! *chases me*
Brennan's POV (well…sort of)
She knew she shouldn't be here at this time of night. She knew how dangerous the neighbourhood is. She KNEW of the risks that she is taking by doing this dangerous task. She knows what can happen to her. But there was something else that Dr Temperance Brennan knew. She knew that if she found herself in danger, her knight in shining FBI-standard-issue armor (as Angela would say) would come and save her like he always did.
And yet, she is out here in a dangerous part of town in the middle of the night in the heavy rain standing in the middle of the poorly-lit road. She glanced at the townhouse she was planning to visit. She found another lead in the latest murder case; the case she is taking close to her heart. Lauren is so much like her: single, no kids, over-the-top rational, so devoted into her work that she had no time for a personal life, denying advances made by the man she loves; you can see where I'm going. And that's not all. She LOOKS and SOUNDS like her. They could be identical twins!
But as she looked down at the soaked road she stood on, she noticed something strange on one of those devices that separate the sides of the road. (AN: I have no idea what they are called. If someone can tell me what they are called, I will greatly appreciate it.) She noticed that it was cracked as if it was hit with great force…as if it was hit by a person who was run over by a car. Brennan bent down and traced the crack with her finger. She slowly realised the solution to the equation. She played a scenario in her head and compared the scenario to the injuries Lauren sustained in her murder. It's the classic injuries someone would sustain in man-vs-car.
Suddenly, she heard the very farmiliar sound of screeching tires as a vehicle made a tight turn. She looked up and saw a car approach her at a blazing speed. Brennan stood up as if to get off the road but as soon as she stood straight, her body was suddenly frozen. She wanted to run. She wanted to be back in her apartment and in her warm bed. No. She wanted to be back in the lab trying to solve Lauren's murder. But her mind was what brought her here. Her mind put her in this position. And now, her mind wasn't letting her escape certain death.
The driver made no attempt to stop. The car only gained more speed. Brennan could only assume that the driver behind the wheel is the person who murdered Lauren by running her over with the car and then burying her in a shallow grave in the park where she was found. Time seemed to slow down for this brillient scientist and (as unrational it sounded) memories flashed in her mind. Memories from the time before she was in the foster system, memorable times she shared with the squints, memories of her teaching Zack and her other 'squinterns' and memories she shared with Booth. And her memories with him included the night she rejected him on the front steps of the Hoover building.
When the memories stopped flashing in her mind, reality sunk in. She heard a farmiliar male voice screaming out to her before she was hit by the car controlled by Lauren's killer and she was lying on the road feeling nothing but pain, heartbreak and regrets surrounded by a pool of her own blood.
Me: Ah, revenge could taste so sweet.
Booth: ICEGIRL2772! Wait. You're ending the story here? That was only one page!
Me: And I haven't finished my revenge yet. I still have one more bit to add to the chapter.
Booth: And what would that bit be?
Me: Your POV on the event. How you will cry like a baby and yell to the skies, how you will-. I'm not saying anything else.
Booth: Why aren't you saying anything else?
Me: Because that would giveaway the end of this chapter.
Booth: Then why did you interrupt the story?
Me: So I can do this. *grabs a book and hits him with it*
Booth: Ow, ow! Hey! Stop it! *takes book off me* You do realise you can be charged for assaulting a federal agent, right?
Me: I can't be charged with assaulting a federal agent because you only exist in a TV SHOW!
Booth: *confused* How is Bones a TV Show?
Me: 1. The Jeffersonian doesn't exist.
Booth: According to the screen shots, it looks real.
Me: That's the outside of the Smithsonian Institute!
Booth: Oh.
Me: And another thing, the show probably would have a very – and I mean VERY – low chance of existing if Kathy Reichs sat down and wrote those crime novels about the adventures of Doctor Temperance 'Tempe' Brennan.
Booth: OK, OK, I get your point!
Me: I knew you would. OK. Apologies for the interruption. I needed witnesses to do what I just did. *holds up 'KEEP READING!' sign*
Booth's POV (again, sort of)
Seeley Booth was mad. And I mean MAD; as mad as he could possibly get, if not madder. In his office at the Hoover building earlier that day, he found out that Hannah wasn't exactly a friend to his partner, his Bones. She secretly hated her; hated her with a passion. And when he returned to their apartment, she started talking about his Bones in a disrespectful way and whenever she mentioned her name, she spat out her name past her lips as if she was talking about the swine flu. She accused Brennan of stealing 'her man.' And the fight got so intense, he said he needed to leave to clear his head and let his anger out.
And that's how he ended up in his SUV heading towards the rough part of town where he, his Bones and the squints found the park which contained the tree which held Lauren's remains in its roots. He was origonally heading to the lab because he knew that Brennan would be there studying the skeleton. But when he pulled up to the front, he saw her climb into a cab and he immediately knew where she was going. She was going to talk to the parents of one of Lauren's patients.
He came to a stop a block away from the townhouse where his partner was headed. He then abandoned his SUV and walked silently in the heavy rain with his large hands deep in the pockets of his trench coat. His mind replayed the fight between himself and Hannah from the moment he returned home from work to the moment where he walked out the door claiming he needed to clear his head. Then, suddenly, his mind began to playback the night where Brennan rejected him on the front steps of the Hoover building. Then he realised something. He never told her he loved her. He left out that important detail and because of that night and the fact he is dating Hannah, the close relationship they had is nothing but a distant memory.
When he walked the corner and walked down the street near the townhouse, he saw a figure squating on the road examining something. He thought it was one of those loonies. But when the car turned the corner and sped towards the person, it was when she stood up that he realised who it was.
"BONES!" Booth screamed as he ran towards her.
But he wasn't fast enough. He stopped and watched in horror as he saw his partner get hit by the car and land on the pavement surrounded by her blood mixed with the puddle. He dug out his phone and took a photo of the number plate as the car drove past. He knew Angela would be able to analyse the photo and pull the registration number so he could trace the car to its owner. He definitely planned on pressing charges.
"911. What's your emergency?"
"I need an ambulance at Franklin Street in Woodland. A woman just got ran over by a car," Booth spoke into his phone as he raced to his partner.
"Booth," she gasped weakly.
She looked deathly pale. Booth concluded that was the result of the amount of blood she has lost in the almost 60 seconds since she became a victim of the classic hit-and-run. He looked down and saw that her entire body was covered in blood. Booth can't even figure out where the blood is origonating. He just pulled his fragile partner into a strong and tight, yet gentle and loose and loving embrace.
"You're gonna be fine, Bones. The ambulance is on its way. You're gonna be fine," Booth promised.
"I'm sorry, Booth," she whispered.
"You have nothing to be sorry for, baby," Booth whispered back.
Brennan suddenly screamed in pain and tears streamed down her face. Booth couldn't stand seeing her so vunerable. He mentally asked himself where that fucking ambulance was. (Booth's words. Not mine.) But, deep down, he knew that by the time they actually arrived, it would be too late. They would only see him kneeling on the road in the bloody puddle cradling his partner's lifeless body close to his chest. That thought brought tears to his eyes.
"Lauren…was killed…by being hit by a car," Brennan told him.
Even though it wasn't visible in the rain, some of the tears that threatened to escape his eyes escaped successfully along with the sobs that were caught in his throat.
"Where's that fucking ambulance?" Booth cursed.
"They won't get here in time," Brennan rasped.
He immediately knew what she meant. He didn't want to believe it, but his worst nightmare is slowly becoming reality. He kept on shaking his head in denial as more tears and sobs escaped.
"What? No!" Booth exclaimed softly as he pressed his forehead to hers, allowing their tears to mix, "You're gonna be fine. You'll get to the hospital and you'll be fixed up."
"I'm sorry, Booth," she apologised again.
"No, Bones. I'm sorry. And I will show you how sorry I am. Please don't die on me. I love you!" Booth pleaded.
Brennan used whatever little strength she had left in her to reach up and let her cold fingertips brush against his cheek, "I love you too, Seeley Booth."
He sobbed once again before leaning down and kissing her fully on the lips. There were as cold as her skin. Both of them kept their eyes open so they could gaze into them with all their love. But as soon as Booth pulled away, she closed her eyes and let out her final breath. Her body became limp in Booth's arms as her head lolled to the side to rest against his arm and the hand that was on his cheek ran down his frame until it softly hit her leg.
That was when he finally lost control. His body shook with every sob that escaped his lips and the tears flowed from his chocolate brown eyes like a waterfall that flowed freely. He laid his partner's lifeless body on the black pavement. His hand brushed against her forehead to move the hair away from her face. He lent down and kissed her lifeless lips one last time before simply kneeling above her. He then clentched his feets, clentched his eyes shut and his whole body began shaking violently.
"No…no…NO!" Booth screamed as he whipped out his gun.
He shot crate boxes, garbage bins; any inanimate object that was in his sight. Heck, he even shot one of the streetlights! He then suddenly aimed his gun at his partner and…stopped. He couldn't shoot her. It didn't matter is she is already in heaven. He couldn't bring himself to do it. He didn't WANT to bring himself to shoot the love of his life. He then looked up at the heavens and shouted loudly,
"I believed in you! I prayed to you! I confinded in you! I go to church! I go to confessions! I made up for my sins! And what do you do for me in return? You kill her! You kill the only woman I could truly love! You take away my happiness!"
After he finished his rant to the powers above, he fell to his knees sobbing more uncontrollably than he was when he felt his partner's body become limp in his arms. His head landed on her chest and he felt the blood that stained the lifeless shell that was his partner, his Bones.
"Oh Bones, I am so sorry. I am so sorry," Booth sobbed.
And he stayed that way until the rain stopped…which was also when he finally stopped crying because his throat was burning and his eyes were raw. He picked up her body once more and walked the block to his SUV. Once he got there, he opened the back door and laid his partner's body on the back seat. He didn't care if her blood soaked the leather seats. Seeley Booth just wanted Temperance Brennan to be taken care of. After he started the ignition, he turned around and glanced at his lifeless partner that lied on the back seat. Her head was facing the driver's seat so he could gaze at her beautiful and bloodstained features.
"I will find your murderer. I will avenge you. I will bring you justice, Bones, even if I try until I breathe my last breath," Booth vowed before he drove towards the lab.
But that task wasn't easy. Because tears began leaking from his already raw pain-filled eyes. Oh! You know that ambluance Booth called for? It never showed up.
Booth: Have you finished your revenge yet?
Me: Not yet. I still have a few chapters to go. But, if you behave, I will grant you one wish within the story.
Booth: Everyone will probably figure it out.
Me: Good point.
Booth: Hey, how come the ambulance never showed up to the scene?
Me: It got diverted. There was a 6-car pile up on the highway. Everyone was injured. They needed all the ambulances possibly to the scene and that ambulance you called for was one of the closest. You get the idea.
Booth: I hate it.
Me: Hey. You're gonna hate next chapter more.
Booth: Why?
Me: You have to tell the squints.
Booth: How is that bad?
Me: I wasn't finished yet. You also have to tell Max and Russ.
Booth: You're right. I'm gonna hate the next chapter. But not as much as this one.
Me: Just wait till you find out who did it. I'm not saying who. It'll ruin the story.
Booth: Please ruin the story.
Me: NO!
Booth: OK, OK. You do whatever you wish with the story.
Me: OK. Time to go so everyone can review.
Booth: No flames otherwise you'll have to deal with me! *notices my look* Hey! I may not like this story. But I like you.
Me and Booth: See ya!