Author's Note: Okay so I've never done a high school fanfiction for this show so please me kind. Welcome to some good criticism. If you find some grammar errors please PM me highlighting the sentence and I will do my best to fix it. Set in 1993.
Disclaimer: Bones is not mine. This story line not so much either.
Booth's POV
It was a early morning when my plane landed home in Baltimore, Washington. The sun was low in the sky, and a chill was still in the air. It was my first time being home since my deployment over a year ago. I shudder at the thoughts of Afghanistan, the war zone was something I knew was horrific, but stories were just stories. They never gave an accurate description of what it was like over there.
I stood at my gate, looking around for my pops. "God dammit," I hiss, not seeing the older man. I knew I should have just called Russ for a ride or even taken the bus. "Where are you?" I whisper, my eyes scanning the small crowd that were in the airport picking up loved ones.
"It might have been easier to find you if you told me what gate you were at," Came a familiar voice, I turned around to face the man that raised me. "How are you?" He asks sympathetically, knowing very well that my mind probably wasn't where it should be. His hand came to rest on my shoulder and I shrug.
"I'm fine, just want to get home and shower," I tell him, I wouldn't burden him with my pain. "Where's the car?" I watch him take one of my green bags. My eyes held everything that I was feelings, I knew he could see it so I didn't fight him when he guided me to the car. I was tired, sore, and a little cranky from my flight.
I could feel pop's eyes on me as I scanned the parking lot before loading my bag into the backseat. I didn't want to ask him why he was watching me because it would lead to a conversation that I wasn't ready to have. "How's Jarod?" I ask, trying to break the tension that was between me and pops. His eyes shifted to me, taking note on everything he saw on my face.
"Oh you know, being a rebellious teenager. He started dating some girl while you were away. Dark hair, dark eyes, too good for him," He told me, he got into the car and started her up. I got into the passenger seat and looked over at him, raising an eyebrow at his side comment on this girl being too good for him. "You know your brother. He's a player, and this girl is smart. She's beautiful, and she should know when she has a good guy. Between you and me, Jarod is turning into a man you wouldn't recognize."
I thought about what pops said for a moment before realizing what he had implied. Jarod was turning into one of the teens that are out until 5 in the morning. He probably came home drunk or high on some drug that was at the party. "Has Russ come around?" I ask, Russ Brennan was deployed with me back in 91 but was sent home 9 months in because was injured in the field.
"He has, but it was only so that Temperance could drop off Jarod's homework when he stayed home 'sick'," Pops says to me, we pull off onto a side road that would cut our drive short. I was impatient. I needed a shower, I could smell the stench that was coming off of me, and if I was able to smell it I'm sure my grandfather could.
The rest of the ride to the house was silent. It isn't that I didn't have anything to talk about, it's that I didn't want to talk about what he wanted to. I didn't want to relive what had happened in Afghanistan. When the car pulled up to the house I was out in a flash, grabbing my bags from the backseat.
"I'm going to take a shower, then going over to Russ'," I tell him, he nodded his head at me and headed for the backyard. I went straight into the small house. The house hadn't changed except for a the sofa that was probably thrown out because Jarod had done something to it. I walk up the stairs to my room and throw my bag on the floor. I knew I had some normal people clothing in my dresser so I rummaged through it. I had pulled out a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans.
I headed straight across the hallway and into the bathroom. I shut the door and locked it, it was silent in the house. I liked that, peacefulness. I pulled my brownish coloured t-shirt off of my body. I looked in the mirror at my new scars, I didn't like that they were there. It reminded me of a time I would rather forget about. I sighed then pulled my khakis off along with my boxers. I turned the shower on and stepped in. I didn't care if the water was cold, it made me feel something other than pain.
I shut my eyes, tears slipping through my eyelids and down my tired face. The screams of some of my army friends swept through my head. This wasn't something I could just get over. It was going to take time until I full came back into the society that most of my family and friends lived in.
BONES – BONES – BONES – BONES – BONES - BONES – BONES
I walked down stairs into the living room only to be met with Jarod and his girlfriend making out on the couch. "Dude," I hiss, he quickly broke the contact and looked up. When his eyes found me he jumped up, and slowly approached me. "I'm not going to bite," I joke, and it seem to give him the courage to hug me like he had planned. It was quick but very much needed.
"Who's the girl?" I ask, my eyes landing on the girl that looked a little Asian. She smiled at me, and before standing up. She walked over to my and held her hand out.
"Angela, but most people can me Angie. You're Jarod's brother, the one that went to become a soldier right?" She asks, so she knows a lot about me. I nod my head skeptically. "We're just going to go upstairs," She says, sensing that I was trying to get somewhere. She took my brother's hand, practically dragging him up the stairs. I shake my head at the couple before walking out the door.
My truck was sitting in the driveway, I could tell that Jarod had been driving it while I was away from the few new dents in the bumper. I looked in the window only to see that he had left the keys in the truck. "Careless," I whisper before getting in.
