Warning: SPOILERS for Wannabe in the Weeds.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bones. I would though, like to know what happens next.
A/N: Except for the 390 following, I'm lost for words. I hope I'm not making a total fool of myself.
She sat still for several minutes before she tentatively began to whisper. Her lips were trembling and her eyes were closed.
"Our Father..."
She stopped, drew a deep calming breath and tried again.
"Our Father, who art in..."
She couldn't do this. She noisily stood up and started to scurry out from the bench. But when she remembered why she was here, for whom, she sat down again.
She looked at the painting in front of her. A blond haired full bearded man in a white robe with his arms lifted to shoulder height and his palms turned towards her met her look. This was the man she was here to talk to. No matter if he was just a painting.
Somehow she felt compelled to look down again. "Dear Jesus," she whispered and ignored the feeling of silliness that washed over her. "I know you don't exist, but I know someone who does believe in you. And he needs all the help he can get."
She automatically wiped away the tear that slipped from her eye with the back of her hand.
"I don't know what I'm supposed to do here, if I'm doing it right... but I hope you can... I know that I have no right to ask anything of you. I know that it depends on the doctors working on him. But I need you to know that he did it for me. That bullet was meant for me. I should be the one lying on that operating table. And if it was me, I know he would be in here now talking to you, asking you to help me. Even if he knows that I don't believe in you. So I'm doing this for him. I'm asking you to help him. Please, help him."
Minutes went by and her erratic breathing and small sobs were the only sound to be heard.
At last she regained control over herself and wiped her cheeks and nose with a tissue from her pocket. Slowly she rose to her feet and walked towards the door. She didn't look back at the picture above the small altar until her hand was on the door handle. Her yes met his eyes again. She didn't say anything.
She pushed down the handle and stepped outside. Now there was nothing more she could do.