Title: Letters from Home
Author: Me…Jennifer…duh…LOL
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but I wouldn't mind owning Booth…
BTW: i write like a screen play, or a script, if i have words its an action...
Chapter 1- changes…
A normal day at the Jeffersonian Brennan and Booth were doing their normal everyday banter. Booth was trying to convince her to go to the Foreigner concert…
SB: Come on Bones, I've seen you rock out! I know that you want to go with me…they might even sing hot blooded. Come on live a little!
TB: No I cant I have 400 year old remains to examine.
SB: He's been dead 400 years what's another day going to do?
TB: It's the principal, I told Goodman I would have it done. Take Angela this is more of my thing.
SB: No, you need to get out and see people… Living people
TB: I see you, we talk, we go to wong fu's.
SB: Come on it'll be fun.
TB: Fine what time does it start?
SB: Seven! Don't be late I'll pick you up at yer place!
TB: Ok, Ok fine after this its my turn to pick something we do.
SB: Fine
Right as Booth said Fine a uniformed officer walked in and came up to Booth and Bones.
Sgt. Kamens: Sp. Agent Steely Booth?
SB: Yes sir.
Sgt. Kamens: My name is Sgt. Michael Kamens, are you the former Ranger Sniper Booth?
SB: Yes sir.
Sgt. Kamens: You have been summoned into action. You will take one tour of duty in Iraq
SB: What?
Sgt. Kamens: Part of your contract as a Ranger was to be able as a resource if the nation ever needed your aid.
SB: Well I havent been a sniper for well over 2 years, I don't know how accurate my shot is.
Sgt. Kamens: You will be on active combat duty, no long range shooting necessary. You will be with the fifth regiment.
SB: I see. When am I going to be shipped out?
Sgt. Kamens: We are sorry for the inconvenience we didn't think it would come to this. This is a back up plan so I regret to inform you that you leave at 18:00 tomorrow. It is very important.
SB: how important?
Sgt. Kamens: You will be briefed tomorrow.
SB: I see, very well. Thank You Sargent.
Sgt. Kamens: Thank you Sp. Agent Booth. ((exits))
Once Booth left Bones on an impulse said what she had been holding in the entire time Booth had talked with the Sargent.
TB: Booth you cant leave you just cant!
SB: I don't have a choice.
TB: What about the no killing thing?
SB: Sometimes to do the right thing you have to do something that isn't what you want.
TB: Booth don't compromise your morals to confide to what people want.
SB: Don't you get it?!? I don't have choice I'm not elite like you! I cant choose where I go! I have to follow the set of agreements I made! I'm not indispensable like you, I don't have a rare elite skill that is so important. I can be replaced!
TB: Sorry I just thought…
SB: You think too much sometimes you have to feel. God dammit sometimes your so distant and cold I don't even know you! Feel! Think of how I'm feeling right now! Do you think I want to go?!?
TB: I'm sorry Booth, I guess were not going out tonight…
SB: Yeah I've got to go pack. ((booth begins to exit when TB grabs his arm))
TB: Wait, I don't want you to leave with us arguing and mad at each other.
SB: it's ok go examine that 400 year old dude and then why don't you stop by later, we can have a few cold beers. Talk about the good ole' days.
TB: I'll bring Foreigner.
SB: You do that…
