Just another one of my already finished fics. It's a little angstier (is that even a word? lol!) than my others, but, as always, lots of fluff at the end!
Disclaimer: I regrettably don't own Bones, or Booth. If I owned DB, I'd have him chained up in the closet! lol!
"I'm dissappointed in you, Agent Booth. You don't recognize me?"
Booth looked down the barrel of the gun, stomach tight, panic threatening to take over. His first instinct was to fight, to overpower the man, but he couldn't. He looked to the corner, to where Parker was curled up in a ball, staring at him. Tears streaked the dirt on his cheeks. The stranger spoke again, in heavily accented english. He couldn't be more than 18, but his eyes looked older. Much older.
"I suppose I'll have to remind you. Remember Kosovo? I'm sure you remember my birthday party. I know I'll never forget it."
Booth felt a chill down his spine. His fear grew. He would never forget it either. The little boy, looking down at his dead father, dead by Booth's hand.
"I see you remember now. I have been waiting many years to repay you. At first I just wanted to kill you, but then I found out you had a son."
"No!" Booth felt the panic threatening to overwhelm him. "Kill me, I deserve it, but let my son go. It was my sin. He's just a little boy."
"Let's see how your son deals with having his father's blood on him, his father dying beside him."
Booth had never felt more helpless. He was not afraid to die, he would gladly give his life for his son, but not this. He couldn't let Parker go through what this boy standing before him went through.
He had to save him.
"Daddy." Parker's small voice whispered. Booth looked at his son. This could not be it. He had to do something to save him, to save them both. He looked back at the stranger, desperately searching his mind for some way out of this.
"Daddy." Louder this time. "Daddy!"
Booth woke from the dream to the sound of his son's voice, his small form sitting on the bed, shaking his arm. The fear was still with him, and he was sweating and shaking.
"Daddy, you were talking, but you wouldn't wake up."
"It's okay Parker. I'm awake now." He pulled his son close, comforting them both at the same time. He had nightmares before, who wouldn't with what he'd been through, what he'd done. But this one was different. It had seemed so real.
He held Parker even closer, trying to banish the images from his mind. This was the fear he lived with, every day. Parker, being taken, being used for revenge. He loved his son, and would never regret a day spent with him, but he also knew that this made him vulnerable. Any one of the many criminals he had helped put away could try to take revenge by going after those he loved. It was the one drawback of the job he loved.
He looked down at his son, who had fallen asleep in his arms. He laid him down on the bed, and covered him.
Booth looked at the clock. 5:45 AM. There would be no more sleep for him. He was afraid to try, afraid the dream would come again. That one or the other one. The one he had dreamed the night before. The one where the other most important person in his life was taken.
Booth sighed and got out of bed. He had to take Parker back to Rebecca's in a few hours.
Later:
Booth watched Rebecca and Parker walk down the path to the park. Now he was alone with his thoughts. He got in the car, and started to drive. He didn't have a destination in mind, but he knew where he would eventually end up. Where he always did when his fears got the best of him. The only place he could go without his son and feel complete. His refuge. He drove down the street, and stopped the car in front of the Jeffersonian. He knew she would be there, no matter that it was Sunday. He got out of the car, and walked up the steps. He thought of the woman working inside, the woman who made him feel whole. The woman who he would also gladly give his life for. He walked inside, and felt as if he were home.
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