Thanks for reading my story. My stories allow me to fly a little wilder than I do in real life. Thanks for flying with me.
(After The Twist in the Twister)
A/N: Quick explanation. This a Booth dream.
I don't own Bones.
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He had been standing in the yard when he saw the tornado headed his way. Running for the old house a few feet from him, Booth hoped there might be a basement that he could hide in; but, once he entered the house he found out that there wasn't one. It was just a very old clapboard house and he knew that it wasn't enough to protect him from what was coming.
Opening the back door, he scanned the yard to see if there was a ditch or a culvert close by. Not seeing anything, Booth raced to the front door and looked for the much wanted ditch or culvert. Not seeing what he desperately needed, he ran into the living room, opened a closet door and entered into the very small room. Closing the door, the panting agent sat down and made himself into as small of a target as possible. Last he prayed, "God, if it's my time to go, don't let Bones find my body all torn up. That's all I ask."
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The tornado hit the house and shook it hard. Ripping the roof off of the old house, the wind tore through the building, picking up furniture and knick knacks. Some of these things were pulled into the vortex and carried away while others were just pushed out of the house. The staircase above the closet collapsed and all that remained was a small space next to the door where a treadmill had been leaning against the wall. The strength of the tread mill held up the collapsed staircase allowing for a pocket of safety.
Booth, holding onto his legs and holding his face downward, heard the train roaring through the house. The noise was deafening and Booth was never so frightened in his life. Thinking about Brennan, he thanked God that he had fooled her and had managed to leave her behind at the Jeffersonian that morning. If he survived this weather event, he knew that he would have to deal with a very angry Brennan; but, at this point, he didn't care. She was safe and that was all that mattered to him.
After a while, the Federal Agent realized that his world had suddenly become silent. The roaring was now a distant noise and the wind and the rain had stopped. Getting up onto his knees, he tried to open the closet door and found that he couldn't open it. Pushing as hard as he could, Booth couldn't get the door open. Sitting down, he moved his feet so that they were against the door and with as much force as he could, he slammed his feet against the door. Once, twice, thrice, the desperate man slammed the door. Finally, the door started to move away from him, opening several inches. Galvanized, Booth ignored the pain in his feet and continued to slam the door causing the door to open inch by inch. As soon as the door was open wide enough, he rolled onto his side and pulled himself through the opening.
As soon as he was clear, Booth stood up and looked around. Shocked, he found that most of the house was gone. Only two walls were standing and part of the closet. Whistling, he stepped over the debris in his path and walked over to the edge of the foundation.
Looking around, he saw that his SUV had rolled over and it was resting on it's roof. Upset, Booth left the remains of the house and walked out into the debris strewn yard towards his truck. Walking around the truck, he could see that it was totaled. Shaking his head, he sat down next to it, pulled his phone out of the pocket of his FBI jacket and tried to call Brennan.
After trying several times, he soon realized that he didn't have any bars on his phone. Thinking about it, he decided that the tornado had probably destroyed any nearby communication towers; so, he was cut off from Brennan for the time being.
Standing up, Booth started to walk down the gravel road next to the now destroyed house. Seeing the highway in the distance, he thought it would be better for him to just hitch hike back to the small town a few miles from where he was and then call Brennan to come get him. He wasn't looking forward to that conversation; but, what the Hell, he was alive and so was his best girl. He didn't give a damn if his truck was totaled. It was just a thing.
As Booth got closer to the highway, he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. The highway looked strange. Instead of the gray ribbon that it should be it had a yellowish tint. Puzzled, he kept staring at the road as he got closer to it. Once he was standing next to the road, the dumbfounded man scratched his right ear and asked himself, "Why is the damn road yellow?"
Booth had been standing next to road for a few minutes when a man of small stature came up to him and said, "Hey buddy, the closest town is four miles south of here. It won't be hard to find, just follow the yellow brick road."
His eyes widening, the FBI Agent turned to the small man and asked, "What the Hell did you say?"
Smiling, the small man said, "Get the wax out of your ears, buddy. I said follow the yellow brick road."
Licking his lips, Booth shook his head, "What's going on? Where the Hell am I?"
Nodding his head, the small man smiled, "Oh you're in the land of OZ. You know, we incorporated a few years ago. We're close enough to Richmond for shopping; but, far enough away to have peace and quiet. Get a grip man, follow the yellow brick road. By the way, if you come across a bitch named Ms. West then run like Hell. She isn't too fond of Federal Agents. The tax man repossessed her castle and her flying monkeys for failure to pay back taxes and she's been pissed ever since."
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The rain hitting the bedroom window woke Booth up with a start. Sitting up, Booth looked around to see that he was in his bedroom. Concerned that Brennan wasn't lying next to him, Booth got out of bed and walked across the room towards the bedroom door. Hearing the TV playing, Booth opened the door and entered the living room. Looking around, Booth spied Brennan sitting on the couch mesmerized by whatever was playing on the TV screen. Rubbing his head, Booth slowly walked over to the couch and sat down next to his girlfriend.
Brennan tearing her eyes from the television screen, observed a very sleepy Booth sitting next to her. Placing her arm around his, she asked, "Booth, I found a very interesting movie on television. Have you ever heard of the "Wizard of Oz"?"
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'The Wizard of Oz' was released in August 25, 1939. It's fast approaching it's 75th anniversary and I thought you might enjoy a small Bones version of the story. I hope you liked it.
