Title: Bring Him Home
Characters/Pairings: canon couples
Genre: Drama/Romance
Warnings: AU
Episode: post 4x26: The End in the Beginning
Rating: T
Chapters: 1/4
Status: complete
Disclaimer: I don't own Bones nor the characters. Just playing with them.
Summary: Post 4x26. Brennan returns from Guatemala anticipating that Booth has been already reinstated and waiting to solve crimes with her. What she didn't anticipate was for him to be transferred out of DC. Now what she's going to do? AU.
AN This fanfic was again inspired by the wonderful FaithinBones and her series Hannah Stories. This time the inspiration came from chapter 41.I'd like to thank all those who reviewed Crack My Back, those reviews gave me the push and patience to write down this story.
A shout out to bluemuriel whose story Reckless helped me with some aspects of this plotline.
Enjoy!
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Part One: Coming Home
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Angela promised she's going to pick her up from the airport. Brennan smiled at this. She could always count on her friend to be there for her. Her smile fell as she tried to squash the twinge of pain at the thought that Booth would not come to pick her up. He probably didn't even know she's coming home today. It was a spontaneous decision she made two day ago. She could always count on Booth being there for her, but she hadn't heard from him since she had gone to Guatemala two months ago.
Not that she could blame him much.
Once everything about Booth's health post-the- tumor-surgery had been cleared up, she decided to go on a dig, the one she had been invited to a few weeks before the whole mess. The doctors assured her that Booth's recovery was going according to the plan, that he was healing as good as he could in these circumstances, so there was no real reason for her to stay.
And… she needed to get away. Badly. It was too much. That one week when Booth went into the surgery, ended up in coma and woke up confused… it was too much. And on top of that, for the first time ever, she allowed herself to indulge into her imagination. For the first time it was not Kathy and Andy she imagined.
And she loved every part of it.
The force of her feelings scared her.
And then Booth confused her with Bren, the one she told him about while was typing her story. The one that was with him, loving him freely, being loved by him exceptionally, his wife.
The one she was not in the real life.
It was too much for her to bear.
Because… it was not meant to be. They were not meant to be. And she could not deal with it all.
And just like she erased the story from her drive, she needed to erase the idea of them from both her and Booth's mind. She was not that woman. She could never be. And she could never have what that woman had.
She could never change.
She needed time. And space. From all of it.
And so she had gone to the dig.
She had a good time in Guatemala, even if she didn't found anything special back there in South America. Angela kept her posted on everything that was going on at home but she wasn't very forthcoming about Booth's progress. And Brennan was too much of a coward to ask her herself.
She could not bring herself to write him.
And he has never written to her either.
She sighed and closed her buckle as the plane was prepared to land. There was no point on dwelling on the past, what was done, was done. Now was the time to disembark from the plane and get her luggage and then meet Angela.
Thirty minutes later with no best friend in sight, Brennan got worried. Fishing her phone from her messenger bag, she checked it and, seeing no calls from Angela, dialed the familiar number.
"Hi, Angela, where are you?" she asked when Angela picked up after the third ring.
"I'm still in the city there has been an accident and I'm stuck in the traffic." Her best friend sounded apologetic and a bit annoyed.
"Oh, then maybe I should get a cab." Brennan said, ignoring the twinge of disappointment.
"I'm sorry, Sweetie." Angela's voice was sincere.
"It's alright, accidents happen. You were not hurt, were you?" she asked, suddenly worried.
"No, no. I just got stuck in here." Angela sighed. "I wanted to pick you up. I have a friend I wanted to meet you." She told her, whiningly.
"Oh, what friend?" Brennan asked warily. Some friends of Angela were very …unique.
"Her name is Avalon, and she's… well, she's talented." Angela finished lamely.
"Talented? What's her expertise?" Brennan asked, curious.
"Ah, she's a psychic." Angela admitted reluctantly.
"Angela…"
"She's pretty good and you will like her, I promise." Her best friends added convincingly.
"I don't know." Brennan didn't want to hurt her best friend. But a psychic? It's worst than Sweets' psychology mumbo-jumbo.
"Just meet her, nothing else. Please?"
She knew she wouldn't be able to say no to that pleading tone of her best friend. "Oh, ok, as soon as I'm settled, we'll meet her."
"Thanks, Sweetie." Brennan could hear the happy triumph in Angela's voice. It made her smile a little.
"Oh, it looks like we might be moving." Angela perked up.
"Good." Bren smiled.
"You will wait for me?" Angela asked, distractedly.
"No, it'll be quicker if I take the cab, and you should turn from the traffic as soon as you can." Brennan said, already looking for the closest exit.
"Alright. So I guess I'll see you in the lab?" Angela asked.
"Yeah, I plan to go there immediately." She said with a smile.
"Sure, see ya then, Sweetie."
"Bye, Angela."
She disconnected the call and gathered her belongings. She marched outside the airport where cabs were available. She finally caught one and got inside.
"Where to, Ma'am?" the cab driver asked her with a smile.
"To…" she was just about to say the Jeffersonian, when something stopped her. A flash of twinkling brown eyes appeared in her mind and she smiled. "To the J. Edgar Hoover building, please."
"Yes, Ma'am."
She might as well pay Booth a surprise visit.
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She was well known at the FBI building now, since she has been working with Booth for the past four years already. She smiled at the security guard as he allowed her to enter and nodded to the few agents that passed her while she waited for the elevator to take her to Booth's office. She smiled at the jingling sound the lift made when it stopped finally at the correct floor and walked out with a little spring to her step.
She pulled her suitcase behind her, eyes focused on the familiar office door. She was about to open her mouth, but stopped, gawking at the sight before her.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"Dr. Brennan!" Agent Perotta's blond head shot up from the paperwork she's been working on, a surprised but sincere smile on her face.
"Where is Booth?" Brennan asked, her thoughts whirling.
"He's… not here." Agent Perotta replied uncertainly, her eyes flickering around the room.
"I can see that, what are you doing in his office?" Brennan asked her, a bit harshly, but she was confused and wanted answers. Now.
"I work here." Agent Perotta replied, unfazed.
"But it's Booth office!" Brennan protested, indignantly.
"Not right now." Perotta smiled apologetically at the Doctor.
"What do you mean?!" This was not happening… it was not… What was going on? Where was Booth? He was supposed to be here… He-
"I'm working here since he got transferred." Perotta replied now a bit confused.
"What?" the raspy surprised reply barely made its way across the room to Perotta's ears.
"You didn't know?" The blond woman looked at her with surprise. "I thought you guys were partners."
"I just got from a dig in Guatemala." Brennan pointed to her suitcase.
"Oh, well, he was transferred a month ago." Perotta supplied the information.
"A… month… ago…" Brennan mouthed, disbelievingly. Why no one has told her? Why Booth hasn't told her? No… No!
She turned abruptly, and started walking away swiftly.
"Dr. Brennan!"
But she ignored Agent Perotta's call.
He was transferred. He was transferred. No. No. This was not happening. It was not! He couldn't be- and-
She needed answers. And she knew where she would find them.
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End of Part One
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Next: Brennan looks for some answers. Stay tuned!