A/N: Just a little crack fic, because I hate Hannah so much already and she should just go and die.
Hannah and Seeley sat on the couch at his place, reclined at their usual setting. The game blared in the background and Booth ran his hand up and down Hannah's side. The journalist's eyes drooped and she knew she had to get up and do something before she fell asleep on the couch, most probably resulting in tortured backs for both her and her boyfriend, and not from the good things that they did on a regular basis.
Noting the empty beer bottles on the table, Hannah Burley stood and collected them, looking to Seeley. "Another beer?" she asked.
"That'd be great, thanks, honey," Seeley replied, having set into the domestic routine with his new girlfriend, all thoughts of the future he hoped to have with his partner erased from his mind.
Hannah made her way around the coffee table, but gasped when her leg caught the leg of the wooden table and she face planted the rug on the floor. The glass bottles she clutched to her chest shattered. Seeley thought nothing of it, laughing at his girlfriend's clumsiness and turning back to the game.
When Hannah didn't move for several minutes Seeley got worried. He didn't notice the blood pooling around her before, but now he did. He gasped and ran to her side, turning her over and noticing a large shard of the tinted green glass slicing into Hannah's chest, blood also exiting from her nose and the edge of her mouth.
Quickly the agent called an ambulance; little did he know it was much too late. Sitting in the waiting room with his partner, clutching her hand, caused old feelings to resurface. He looked deeply into her eyes, as she did to him, and they began to make out, almost forgetting that they were in a public place and that Seeley's girlfriend was in surgery.
The doctor came out, his dreamy blue eyes searching the waiting room. His name tag read Dr. Derek Shepherd, MD in swirly navy stitch. The neurosurgeon searched the room until he found the man he was looking for, his light shirt still covered in his patient's blood, and another auburn haired woman on his lap, with their lips interlocked. He walked right over to them and cleared his throat, effectively gaining both of their attention. The woman dismounted him and they looked up at him.
"How is she?" Seeley asked, but his expression told Derek that the man really couldn't care less.
Derek gave a solemn look. "I'm very sorry to tell you that her fall and collision with the coffee table cause her… to die of a haematoma. We did everything we could. Well, not really, because we were interrupted by a shooter in the middle of the surgery, but no matter what, Miss Burley is still dead," he informed the two of them.
The woman on the side of him whom Derek had heard Mr. Booth refer to as "Bones" grinned wildly and Seeley nodded before taking said woman in his arms and they both laughed wildly and made out on their way out of the hospital.
Derek shook his head and turned away in search of his post-it wife for some hot sex.
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