This is my first attempt at a Bones Fanfic!!!
I have Chapter 2 ready, do if this is liked by people I will post it, and Thank You to Christy for reading this for me.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bones or anything to do with it.
Please Read and Review honestly!!!
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Glass was a fragile object. It could break under stress, or be shattered by an object or even, just like real bones. Except, Temperance hardly even showed her 'glass' side.
As she stood with her hand on the cool smooth glass of the window, she reflected back less than an hour to when her already stressful life was shattered both professionally and personally.
She let her head sink forward, onto the glass, closing her eyes, thinking about the events.
She thought back to when the glass of the SUV shattered under stress, the glass all over them. Then the skidding, the sound of the SUV going across the road, then the bump of hitting the curb, then finally it came to a stop after somewhat bouncing off a wall, then the front end went into a pole.
She walked away, he did not.
She remembered looking to her right, towards him.
She looked at him as he turned his head towards her, then down his chest towards the obvious injuries that the impact and the pole had caused him.
He was conscious and tried to move but failed.
She was not sure if it was her instincts, or if he reached out, but they ended up holding hands. It amazed her how, in this situation he still managed to flash her his charm smile.
At that point, he coughed and started to wheeze, the amount of blood on his chest increasing quickly, she took her seatbelt off and opened the door and just as she went to hop out, the grip on her hand tightened.
She almost immediately noticed that his breathing was becoming very heavy and he was struggling more and more to breathe.
She then moved in closer to feel the pulse in his neck, still with his hand firmly in hers.
Just as she was about to make contact with him, the grip of his hand suddenly loosened and she looked up into his eyes, his deep eyes that were obviously full of pain, and heard his whisper "Bones," and then go into unconsciousness.
At this she jumped out of the car and round to his side, forcefully pulling the door open.
She reached into her pocket and called the emergency services who assured her that they were on their way.
She felt his neck again. There was a pulse, a weak one, but he was alive.
It was only then the she realized somewhat the extent of his injuries.
There was blood, deep red blood on his chest, soaking through his clean shirt, coming from a wound on his chest that seemed to have been caused by a combination of the steering wheel and the broken glass all around them.
His left leg was sliced down the outside of his thigh, and appeared to be broken below the knee.
There were small cuts along his face, most likely caused by small glass particles that came from the crash.
All she could do was keep pressure on his chest. She did this by grabbing her jacket and pressing down on his chest.
As she could finally hear sirens wailing in the background, she found herself saying, "You are not going to die on me Booth, do not even think about it!"
As she then again checked his pulse, and found it to be even weaker, she found herself then saying, "Please do not die on me Booth, come on!"
Just then, as she saw the paramedics pull up and stop and somewhat politely force her away from Booth, she found herself a bit scared, and worried.
It was that ten minutes, which seemed like an eternity that shattered her professional and personal life.
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As she opened her eyes for a minute and once again let her hand run down the smooth surface of the glass, that she remembered the rest of their journey to the hospital, in the back of an Ambulance, speeding through the streets, with the paramedic in the back with Booth and Temperance trying to keep him alive.
She recalled, pulling her phone out of her pocket as they stopped at the hospital and dialing the number for the Lab at the Jeffersonian, hoping that the person she wanted to answer did.
After it rung for a short time, with Temperance wishing that they would pick up, the phone was answered and a familiar voice came onto the opposite end of the phone.
"Jeffersonian, Medico-Legal Lab, how can I help?" the voice asked.
"Angela," Temperance managed, sounding shocked and somewhat upset.
"Bren?" Angela questioned before going on, "Sweetie, are you OK?"
"Angela," Temperance started, "We had an accident," she said,
"Are you OK, what about Booth?" Angela asked, worried about her best friend and favourite FBI Special Agent to playfully annoy.
"I am OK, just a few cuts and bruises, but Booth," and she trailed off, somewhat unable to keep going, and also with a siren blaring at the hospital Ambulance Bbay, and the paramedics shouting out things to the waiting doctors and nurses, in the background.
"Sweetie," Angela continued, "What about Booth?" she asked again, sensing that something was up.
"I am not sure," Temperance started, "It's not Good Ange," Temperance informed her best friend trailing off again.
"Sweetie, I will be there in ten minutes, just stay there," Angela said, hanging up and grabbing her coat and car keys from her office.