A/N: Hello! This is my first fic, ever! Please let me know what you think, I have a few more chapters written, let me know if you want to read more! Please be kind and helpful, I am new to this and very anxious to see how it goes. Thank you for taking the time to read. -Blue
Disclaimer: I in no way own Bones, or the characters associated with the show.
Chapter One
He was gone. It had been three days. Three, gut-wrenching, soul-shaking, unbearable days, and somehow she was supposed to continue on with this being the new normal. Booth was dead and she had been left, again. Emotions overcame her, so much so that she found it hard to breathe during the times she was awake. Halfway through the first day without him, she had locked herself in her room. Of course, this didn't keep the heartbroken artist from keeping vigil by her door and supplying muesli bars and glasses of water every few hours.
On the third day, she decided to get up and get back to life. She slowly crept into her bathroom and turned on the shower to it's hottest possible setting. Outside of her door, she could hear Angela's gasp, probably caused by Brennan's move into the bathroom. As she pulled her stiff body under the stream she became unable to hear Angela's side of a phone conversation. The hot water soothed her achy body, it was sore from the body shaking sobs that overcame her every time she remembered Booth was gone.
"Jack, you don't understand this is monumental," Angela spoke into the phone.
"She's in the shower? Has she come out yet? I have to say, Dr. Brennan is taking this harder than I expected," the bug man replied, sadness evident in his voice.
"Booth is dead. The same Booth that was eventually gonna grow a set and show Brennan what love really is. She might not ever admit to it, but she loved him. He loved her, now all that is gone.." Angela sighed, tears coming back to her eyes.
"Hey, well make sure you are taking care of yourself too, alright? Maybe we could grab a meal when Dr. B is feeling better?"
"I don't know, I think I just need to stay here with her, for a while longer," Angela heard the stream of water cease and quickly said goodbye to Hodgins.
Angela started making some chamomile tea and anxiously waited for her best friend to meander out of her bedroom. Soon enough she heard Brennan's light feet pad towards the kitchen. Her head was looking at the floor, so Angela used the opportunity to get a good look at her. She seemed frailer, she had been in her room for two days, but it looked like she hadn't eaten in weeks. Her eyes looked downcast and hollow. The once vibrant pale blue, ceasing to sparkle. The kettle whistled, pulling Angela from her thoughts and back to the task at hand. She poured Brennan a cup of tea and moved to sit on the breakfast bench.
"Angela, you don't need to be here, I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself."
"Sweetie, I know you can. But it's okay to be sad, you lost someone who meant a lot to you, who was a friend, someone you loved," as soon as the words left her mouth Angela saw her friend go rigid.
"Booth was my partner. Don't make this into something it isn't. My partner died, it happens to a lot of agents in the field. I will move on, just as I was before I started working with Booth," the clinical tone of Brennan's voice sent shivers down Angela's spine.
Either she was hiding her inner pain well, or she had compartmentalized it all during her time locked in her bedroom. Angela knew that she was feeling pain, and was just hiding it so that she would look strong. Sometimes she wished Brennan would just let her emotions out, let Angela be there for her, and not feel like it meant she was weak. With a sigh, she stood up and went in to hug Brennan. Surprisingly, Brennan let her. The friends held their embrace for longer than either had intended. Both needed the comfort and contact after a mournful few days. Angela broke the hold and grabbed Brennan's shoulders.
"Look, it's okay to let me see the pain. I won't think you're weak, in fact, I think you are the strongest person I know.. and before you tell me that isn't quantifiable, just listen," Angela continued with a smirk, "I'm gonna leave if that's what you want, but if you feel sad or need a hug, just call me. I'll come over and we can cry and hug and eat ice cream or chocolate, whatever you need."
Brennan nodded back and grabbed her friend for one last hug. "I appreciate everything you've done, Angela. You can go, I promise I will call if I need something," she replied, a reassuring smile pasted on her face.
"Alright honey, just know I love you."
"Love you too."
Brennan closed her door and sunk to the floor with her knees pulled to her chest. She truly was grateful for everything her best friend had done for her the past three days. But she didn't need to cry or hug, she didn't need food. What Temperance Brennan truly needed was Booth.
A/N: What do you guys think? Let me know if you are interested for more, next chapter holds Booth's POV.