Here's to all of my loyal fans. The sequel to "Old Enemies, New Scars". I truly hope you enjoy the depths of my depravity. Cheers.
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I do not own Bones, stop rubbing it in.
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"PARKER!!! Come on! We're going to be late!" Brennan was rushing around frantically, shoving the boy's lunch in his backpack, which caused her to trip over the conveniently placed line of Hot Wheels.
"I'm coming, geez. Mah relax." Parker begrudgingly walked into the living room.
"Did you brush your teeth?" She asked as they walked out the front door.
"Yeah yeah, I'm 9 years old, I don't need you to baby me" Parker said as he sunk into the front seat of the SUV.
"I'm not babying you, I just want to make sure you have good hygiene. You wouldn't want your girlfriends to say you smell bad do you?" Brennan said, trying to lighten the mood.
"I don't have girlfriends Mom, girls are gross" The boy said as they drove towards his school.
"Right right, you know there's nothing in science that says cooties exist." She winked at him.
The car pulled up to the curve in front of the school, handing him his backpack and ruffling his already messy hair. "Have a good day, Angela is going to pick you up today and bring you to the Jeffersonian. Be good, and don't cause trouble"
"Alright. You'll be there right? At the Jeffersonian?" He asked as he got out.
"Of course I will. I'll see you later ok?" She said as he nodded and walked towards the school.
Temperance watched as he walked. 'It's been almost 4 years Booth; he's becoming more and more like you everyday.'
Temperance drove to the Jeffersonian, Booth, as always was at the forefront of her mind. It'd been nearly 4 years, no news, no body, she hoped that he was alive, but she knew that he had to be dead…….if he wasn't…why hadn't he come back to them?
Her tears had dried up years ago, but her feelings still remained. She had adopted Parker as soon as they were out of the hospital. Parker's wounds had healed perfectly, hers on the other hand……..the wrist that was shattered never regained full motion, but her eyes were just fine, which is why the Jeffersonian kept her on, she could still spot details that no other anthropologist could.
She didn't work in the field anymore, she just couldn't…..not after Booth. Her official title at the Jeffersonian was Director of Forensic Anthropology, though everyone knew she was never in her office, she was usually front and center in the examination room, next to Zack and the rest of her team, but now there was no one there to call her 'Bones'.
Her team were the only ones who kept her sane, that and her love for Parker.
Parker, adjusted fairly well to losing both of his parents, Brennan's careful attention helped him a lot, but there were still times when he would get this distant look in his eyes, and she knew he was thinking of his father.
Brennan adjusted to parenthood, there were still times when she felt overwhelmed, but overall she was doing a good job.
Things had changed, sudden motherhood does that to a person, but she was still the same old Temperance.
In a dark basement, somewhere in Main……
The room was dark as always.
It smelled musty as always.
The chains were as thick as always
And his mind was numb from the sedative.
As always.
He'd long ago lost track of time.
Night. Day.
Minutes. Hours.
All seemed to melt together.
Broken up, only by the Master.
The Master who gave him one meal a day.
The Master who beat him, and tortured him.
The murderer.
The madman.
The Master.
Despite his years of experience as an Army Ranger, nothing could have prepared him for this long of a nightmare.
Sure, he'd been tortured before.
Sure he'd been a POW before.
But he had never experienced such a prolonged period of brain washing.
He knew that he wouldn't hold out for much longer.
His mind had already begun to crumble.
His mind had already betrayed him by calling the Master. Master.
He has to escape.
But how?
His body was broken; his mind was constantly jumbled and confused due to the sedative.
The only thing he had to hold on to were two faces,
He couldn't even conjure up their names anymore.
A woman and a boy.
He knew that they were who he was living for
The only sane thing in this crazy place.
He HAD to escape.
He wanted to see them again.
Whoever they were.
His wife? His child?
He didn't remember, but he knew he had to get back to them.
His mind was determined. His body, uncooperative.
The door opened, and the light blinded him.
The voice made him cower.
"Well well well Agent Booth. We've shared each other's company for quite awhile now. How are you enjoying your new life? Are you wondering why I haven't killed you yet?"
Booth shifted in his chair, his shackles clanking against each other. His arms and legs weighed down by them.
The Master stood in front of him, as he'd done countless times in the past.
"I haven't killed you because I want you to suffer, for the rest of your life, which will by no means end anytime soon, you will be a shell of the man you once were, your mind has already deteriorated, as has your body. You've been reduced to just skin and bones."
Bones. Bones. Bones……
A fire lit in Booth's previously dead eyes.
His body responded to his minds commands.
He sprung at the Master and wrapped his wrist shackles around the Master's neck and pulled as hard as he could.
The Master garbled out "How…..no….n….."
Booth dropped the master and collapsed, from exhaustion next to the Master's dead body.
'MOVE! Gotta get help, gotta get to Bones'
He crawled slowly to the door, his movements hindered by the chains and by his own exhaustion. He slowly crawled into what looked like a kitchen and located a phone, and dialed 911.
He heard a voice on the other end…..all he could gasp out was the word "Help" and sunk into the darkness of unconsciousness.
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Well there's the first chapter, later on we'll go deeper into what happened to Booth, and go deeper into his damaged psyche.
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