"Breathe"
Inspired by "Breathe" by Anna Melnick. This is my first Bones fanfic, so read, review, and enjoy!
Disclaimer- If I owned anything, Bones and Booth would have been together a LONG time ago but unfortunately I own nothing except the idea behind the story. Character and their likeness are property of Hart Hanson and Fox.
CHAPTER ONE
Booth's cell phone rang and vibrated on the night stand next to his bed, startling him out of a deep sleep. He groaned and sat up slowly. He tuned on the lamp on the nightstand and turned to look at the clock. It was two in the morning. Who the hell could be calling at this time of night? Whoever it was; it was probably important. So he reached over to get a hold of his phone. He jabbed at the call button and muttered sleepily, Hello?
Booth? It's me. The female voice on the other side of the line snapped him out of any remaining sleep and suddenly he was wide awake.
Bones? Is that you? Are you okay?
No. Her voice sounds shaky and unsteady, perhaps a bit frightened too. I need you to come get me.
What's wrong? Where are you? He says getting out of bed. He pulls on a pair of pants and a shirt. Then he turns on the lights in his bedroom and roots around for his keys.
I'm at the Wave.
The Wave? That's in Mount Pleasant. Bones what are you doing there?
Can you just come? She says. When she speaks her voice trembles a bit. It alarms him to hear her voice like that. He climbs into his car and says, I'm on my way. I'll be there as soon as possible.
He drives hazardously but manages to get there in only 15 minutes. He spots Bones pacing around the front corner and she looks relived to see him. He opens the door from the inside and she scrambles in the car. She avoids looking at him but he can tell she's been crying. She's dressed up; wearing crimson colored slim fitting tank top, a pair of black jeans and black pep toe pumps. She looked amazing but it was clear she was upset about something.
Are you okay? He asks.
I don't want to talk about it. Can you just take me home?
He doesn't answer but he starts to drive. They drive to her house in silence. Once they arrive, he pulls up to the curb but she juts sit in the car, unable to move. She reacts after a few minutes and places her hand on the door handle. But just as she's about to get out, he says, I know you don't want to tell me what happened. But whatever you need you know you can always count on me. Just like tonight. I'm always here for you, whatever you need. I just… He lays his hand on her arm. I wish you'd let me be there for you. As more than a friend. Brenan, I want to be your somebody.
She looks back at him, at the sincerity in his eyes. It hurts to look at him, knowing that she couldn't respond in the way he wants her to and knowing that her next move might break him.
I can't do this. I'm sorry. She says as she opens the car door. She slams the door shut and runs up the stairs to her building and disappears inside. Something inside him clicks and he feels another brick of heartache, fall on to the growing mountain of his anguish.