Disclaimer: I don't own Bones, Fox do, so don't sue me..
Set in season 6.
Everything had happened so fast.
Booth and Hannah had announced their plans to get engaged, so they invited the team over to a newly opened Italian restaurant for dinner.
Dinner was enjoyed, and surprisingly everyone seemed to enjoy the company of Booth's new blond girl. She seemed cheerful, enthusiastic, entertaining and smart. Almost the opposite of Brennan.
As they continued to enjoy each other's company, she noticed that Booth had continued to avoid eye contact with her. He avoided looking, talking to her.
Actually to be honest, she avoided him as well, she didn't want to talk with him, not after the fight they had the night before.
After dinner, Hannah had asked her to stay for a quick talk, asking the others to wait outside in the parking lot.
The others gaze them a surprised look and left. Booth also looked at the two women in a surprised matter, and walked over to the counter to pay for the bills.
They walked into the bathroom. The blond woman turned around and gazed at her.
"Brennan, I'm going to get to main point without dragging this conversation. I know this might sound selfish of me, but is there any way you could find a new partner or stop working for the FBI?"
She was dumbfounded by her absurd question.
"He's trying to move on, you hurt him and he's trying to forget, but you being with him, him seeing you every day, isn't helping him. He's in pain. He wakes up in the middle of the night, screaming your name out, he's having nightmares. He wants you gone he wants you to go away, he can't bear to look at you or talk to you anymore."
She couldn't get herself to say anything. She was so shocked.
"Hannah, Booth and I are just partners. And I don't understand what you mean."
"Don't you get it Temperance? He loved you, and you left him. He's trying to move on, but you being with him everyday isn't helping him. He doesn't want you in his life, because he has a new life with me." She snared.
"I…only wanted him to be happy…" she staggered.
"Just leave him. That's going to make his life so much easier. It's probably better if you leave by yourself, he wouldn't want you hurt when he admits it too."
"That's absurd. That's irrational, you can't expect me to leave DC, when my life is here."
"If you want him to be happy, you would. For him you would... Wouldn't you?" Hannah stared at the woman in front of her.
"I.. I…" she still wasn't sure what was going on.
"Don't you get it, he loves you, he loved you, and you didn't know how to love. You hurt him, you cold heartless bitch. And I can't stand by him and watch him suffer, not when he's mine now." She roared.
Booth heard them arguing and ran into the bathroom.
Bones was on the verge of tears and Hannah looked distressed.
"What's going on?"
Brennan looked up at Booth.
"I'm…sorry….Booth" crying she ran out the room, full of shame and embarrassment.
As she was running towards the door she heard a deafening explosion to the right. And then she was airborne.
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The building was burning; the explosion from the kitchen had started a fire, which was raging through the restaurant.
She woke up lying on her side, to a cloud of black smoke hovering in the air.
She got up and slowly looked around, she saw that the room was beyond recognition, furniture all over the place; broken and shattered, the windows were blown out; glass flying here and there, she also heard the moans from many different voices.
She checked herself of any injuries, a nasty gash on her forehead, and her side hurt liked hell, maybe a broken rib or two she thought.
Ignoring the throbbing pain she got up from the corner and walked over to what had been the bathroom.
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Luckily the bathroom was the furthest from the explosion, and it was still recognizable.
Booth was already over Hannah who had been knocked unconscious.
"Hannah! Wake up babe!" he desperately shook her by the shoulders.
He could see that there were no visible injuries, worried she might have any internal ones, he checked her pulse, and it was strong, mild case of concussion he thought. He let out a sigh of relief and looked around at the burning surroundings. He saw her standing, in the doorway clutching her side, leaning weakly against the door.
"Booth, are you okay?" she coughed.
"I'm fine, are you?" he looked at her closely. She had a huge gash on her head with blood pouring out, and she was covered in black soot. The smoke slowly entered the room.
"Bones! You're bleeding! Let me have a look at that." He was about to make his way to her, only to be stopped by her loud voice.
"Booth! I'm fine! And when did you start to care so much. Just help get Hannah out, she needs your help right now."
Feeling slightly hurt and angered by her senseless words, he grabbed Hannah and carried her out.
"Just stay really close to me Bones."
"Don't worry about me! I'm FINE! Just stay low of the smoke."
Together, they made their way out of the burning building, the restaurant had been on the 2nd floor and they would have to go through the hallways and down the stairs to get out.
Limping behind him, she knew she wasn't' going to last much long. The smoke had already worn her out and her injuries were maybe serious. The distance between them grew and the smoke had reduced her sight; she could barely see him anymore.
"Bones you there?" he looked back to the hallway. He heard and saw nothing…
Alarmed he shouted,
"BONES!"
She heard his loud voice. She quickened up her pace, when she could see him, she shouted back,
"I'm.." she took another deep breath. She was finding it more and more difficult to breathe and focus. "I told you I'm fine. Just go! I don't need you to be worried about me, I'm right behind you.. see" they were now barely a meter from each other.
"Bones you know what I mean. You're hurt, and the last time I remembered we are stuck in a burning building."
"When did you start being so worried about me?"
He couldn't get his emotions under control. He couldn't believe she was trying to have another fight with him.
"FINE! Take care of yourself then! Because I can't stand here arguing with you when Hannah, the lady that I'm in love with, the lady that loves me is dying in my arms!" he hurried through the hallway carrying a still unconscious Hannah in his arms; heading towards the staircase.
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She was blown away by the way he had reacted.
She turned the corner and made her way to the staircase, only to be disrupted by a large CRACK..
The door frame had fallen on top her. The weight on her chest made it difficult for her to breathe. She looked down the staircase to see the figure of Booth carrying Hannah disappear.
She tried calling out, shouting out his name for help, but it was useless.
The sound of the fire and crackling wood had made everything else mute.
She slowly and painfully tried to move the structure off her chest. She propped herself against the wall, with no energy move anymore. The smoke was getting to her lungs, fast. Her sight was gradually decreasing. The smoke which had now filled up the hallway wasn't helping her. She had tears running down her ash ridden cheeks.
Thinking about what Hannah had said to her, thinking about what Booth had said to her the night before, he had left her and now she felt so alone with nobody there to help her.
She closed her eyes, seeing nothing but darkness; and then finally, she succumbed to unconsciousness from her injuries.
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They looked up at the building in flames. Smoke was raging out the broken windows and doors.
They were all worried to death about their friends who were still in the building.
Only minutes ago, they were discussing about Hannah, Brennan and Booth, when all of a sudden the building exploded into an inferno. They, themselves, were lucky to escape the building unharmed.
Several fire-trucks and ambulances had arrived on scene, and were frantically trying to put out the flames.
They saw a tall figure strut out the building, holding an unconscious Hannah in his warm, strong arms; he ran over to a nearby ambulance and placed her on a gurney. If he was carrying Hannah, surely that meant Brennan wasn't injured too seriously and would follow him out.
They were relieved, and most definitely knew that Brennan would follow him, but no one else came out. Seconds passed. And those seconds turned to minutes.
"Where's Brennan?" Angela broke the silence. Tears swelling up on her innocent eyes.
They looked amongst themselves; they looked back at the burning building.
Only then did they realize that she was still in the broken building.
Angela ran up to Booth, tears freely pouring her eyes, she screamed!
"Where's Brennan? BOOTH WHERE THE HELL IS SHE? WHY DIDN'T SHE FOLLOW YOU OUT!"
Booth hadn't even looked back if she was out. Surely she would've made it they only had a flight of stairs left. Overcome by guilt he looked up.
"She was … she was right... She was right behind me. Where is she?"
"She didn't come out… She hasn't come out yet..."
A pang of guilt hit him again.
She hadn't made it out yet.
He was too busy worrying about Hannah that he hadn't even checked if she had made it out alright. He then remembered his last words to her, Take care of yourself then. He remembered their fight. He remembered how much he had ignored her.
He looked at Hannah, she was stirring. The EMT's were taking care of her, oxygen, IV, but she seemed alright.
"Sir, we need to go now. Are you coming?"
He looked at Angela.
He looked at Hannah.
He looked back at the burning building.
"No.. take care of her. I need to find her..." he staggered, got up from the ambulance jumped out and then he ran with all his might towards the burning inferno.
Only to be stopped in his tracks, discovering another man walking out of the structure, carrying the limp and broken body of his partner in his arms.
Bones...
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