A/N: Still kinda short, but I'm working on a longer one, so never fear. I'm just not sure when ill be able to finish it. Soon.
Disclaimer: Bones and all it's lovely characters belong to Hart Hanson and all those people. But if it were up to me, this would be an episode scene. If only, if only…
When
he opened his eyes, he knew exactly where he was. Temperance lay on
the floor. She was almost gone. He had never heard her speak in the
way she did now. Her voice was weak, terrified.
"Hodgins,"
Her voice was only a whisper, they were running out of air. "we're
not getting out of here..."
Jack took up the back seat, a
slight pain slowly creeping in his legs. Head against the window with
labored breathing, he was about to panic. He wanted to speak but he
couldn't, he was almost gone too. Jack could only watch as Brennan's
head collapsed against the seat. No… He tried to yell the simple
word but no sound came. The oxygen was gone. He tried to pound on the
window as his strength wore thin. He started to choke when he found
his voice again by some impossible blessing.
"NO! ANGELAAAA!"
he was panting and he could barley whisper his next words out, for
yelling had about used up the last of his strength. "I love
you."
Back in her room, Angela's chocolate brown eyes welled
up and she couldn't bear it anymore. He wouldn't wake up to gentle
methods and she had to resort to shaking him.
"Jack, come on,
Sweetie, wake up."
Jack's eyes few open and he struggled to
get his breathing under control. Angela put her head back down on the
pillow and moved her hands over his face.
"Shh, you're okay
now. I'm gonna go get you something to drink."
She rose to
leave when Jack caught her hand and pulled her back to him, wrapping
his arms around her. "No, I'm ok, just, don't leave me. Don't
go."
Voice gentle, she looked up at him. "Wanna talk
about it?"
"I, Brennan was," He swallowed hard.
"We, we were dying. Brennan was gone, I, I was just about to…"
He whispered the last sentence that he couldn't finish with a look
of fear mixed disbelief on his face. He was about to break
again.
Shh, hey, Sweetie you're ok. Bren's ok and I'm not going
anywhere. She snuggled closer to him, laying her head on his chest
and listening to his heartbeat gradually calming down. His voice, his
breathing and his heart were the best sounds she had heard in 24
hours. He was alive, she still had him.
Angela closed her eyes and
wrapped jack's soft curls around her fingers. "Did you mean
it?"
"What?"
She opened her eyes at her next
sentence. "You were talking in your sleep. You told me you…
did you mean it?"
Jack looked down to see her innocent face
looking at him. Even in the dark she could see how blue his eyes
were.
"Yea, " he whispered. "I love you Angela, I
always will. Baby, I don't care what how anyone else get dragged into
it."
Good, 'cuz, you being in that car made me realize that,
life is too short. And, I don't have time to shelter myself from
things that may or may not happen … I love you, Jack.
She smiled
and brought her lips up to his. In an instant, all his pain and fear
were gone. He held her tighter and kissed her hair. She laid her head
back down on his chest, soaking up the feeling of his strong arms
cradling her and she let the sound of his strong, steady, gentle,
breathing lull her back to sleep.