Happy day after the Season Premiere or it other terms Happy Tuesday. I liked the premiere. I actually wrote this little story on September 5th and it is just a little tid bit. But if you haven't seen the premiere warning this does contain spoilers. Well I hope you like this little snippet.

You know the usual, I don't own Bones and anything associated with it. Hope you enjoy it.

When A Man Can't Have the Woman That He Loves He Gets A Bit Crazy

Saying Booth was going crazy would be an understatement. The woman he loved so much that it hurt wanted to marry him. The woman who pssst at even the thought of marriage wanted to spend the rest of her life with him and God knows he wanted the same. But that bastard Pelant took that away from him. Most nights now he didn't go home at night, it was easier to avoid the mastodon in the room than to see the hurt and pain in those baby blues (the sparkle since they have been a couple gone). So here he sat most of those nights, in this dingy bar with Aldo, drinking glass after glass of bourbon, fiddling with his trusty poker chip between fingers.

Technology was not his friend, along and Pelant made sure Booth had reminders of that, text here, a ring tone change there, or even an email, anything just to let Booth know that he was watching his every move. Pelant made it quite clear that all of this was extremely joyous for him to see Dr. Brennan and Booth suffering this much pain.

Remembering what Max had said when Brennan could return home from being on the run because of that little troll, "That man needs a killing". Those words played over and over in Booth's head. Which didn't help matters combined with night after night pounding back drink after drink of that dark brown amber, but it was a way to forget it all, if even just for a little bit.

After the first night, Aldo realized it was just easier to leave Booth the bottle. When Booth would walk through the door, Aldo would have the glass filled, bottle on the bar, before Booth's butt hit the barstool. He didn't know how to help his friend. Booth wouldn't talk often but when he did speak it was very abstract and didn't much sense. When it seemed that Booth might open up it always seemed that his cell would chirp and when it would Booth would shut his mouth and just pound back his bourbon.

Unbeknownst to Aldo, the person that was contacting Booth was none other than Pelant, not Brennan. Brennan had given up on contacting Booth after the first couple of nights of him not coming home and just getting his voice mail. When he did answer the phone it just would turn into a fight so now she just contacted him only if it was absolutely necessary.

So here Booth sat night after night, between a rock and a hard place. Everyone was pissed at him but he couldn't tell them why he did what he did. Wanting so badly to kill Pelant, but that wouldn't make him any better than Brodsky, who he put away for killing "bad" people for the greater "good". Just pounding back bourbon after bourbon to make it all just go away. When a man can't have the woman that he loves he gets a bit crazy and he was going out of his mind. Placing his elbows on the bar and putting his head in his hands, all Booth could do is close his eyes and let out a long breath and just wish that this was all a bad, bad dream that he would wake up from.

Thanks for taking the time out to read this little thing my muse gave me. Review and Retweet/share would be great. Thanks for reading. :)