So...here's a story I wrote a while back. It's been posted on other sites, so...you may/may not have read it. Anywho...read, enjoy, and review, please.
And so I don't have to worry about it in later chapters...I don't own any of the characters or Bones.
Bus Number Five
The bright yellow school bus rattled down the dirt road while the sound of singing students floated out the windows and onto the breeze. It was field trip day and they were off to a nature reserve. Students and teachers had been looking forward to this for weeks on end and finally the day had arrived.
Everything had gone too smoothly that morning agreed the two teachers as they sat on the front seat behind the driver. All the students were on time, correct lunch count was turned into the office, and everyone remembered hats, bug spray, and sunscreen. Something had to go wrong, it always did. What would go wrong was the big question.
The bus came to a stop as they waited for a group of deer to cross the road. The students immediately stood up from their seats to see what was going on. You could hear the echoes of "Awww" from the little girls and the brags of "If I only had my gun" from the boys. The teachers tried to hush the group, but were silenced themselves when a girl from the back seat screamed in terror. The teachers ran to the back of the bus only to discover the little girl shaking and staring out the window. A man was walking toward the bus clutching a skull through the eye sockets.
"GO!" the two teachers yelled to the bus driver, but their directions were too late. He had already boarded the bus.
The teachers immediately walked up the narrow isle to face the man. Instructing the students to get down as they tried to steady their own shaking voices before confronting the intruder.
"I knewed yous a comin'" he said in a sadistic tone.
"You need to exit the bus immediately," stated one of the teachers, "This is school property and you are trespassing."
"And whose gonna git me off of this here bus, huh, missy?" he replied edging closer to the teachers.
You could hear the cries of the students as they huddled closer together trying to stay out of the crazed mans sight. The teachers dug their fingernails into the edge of the green vinyl seat covers.
"The ways I's sees it. Yous gonna listen to me or yous gonna end up like this un," an eerie laugh echoed through the bus as he raised his hand holding the skull.
Just as his arm was fully extended, a bone cracking smack filled the bus. The intruder fell forward toward the teachers who instantly jumped backward not wanting to assist the lunatic by breaking his fall.
Behind the now unconscious man stood an FBI agent with his hand outstretched.
"Hello, my name is Agent Booth," he stated giving the two teachers a charming smile.
Neither of the teachers felt it appropriate to continue introductions with a man lying unconscious or possibly dead between them, but obviously appropriateness was no longer a concern. They introduced themselves to Agent Booth and inquired with all the usual how, when, where, and why questions. Through the conservation, the teachers were informed that an investigation was taking place and it was luck that Booth stumbled upon the situation. By now the bus was a buzz of activity with the man still lying in the aisle. Being reminded by their teachers, each child passed by Booth to say thank you as they exited through the emergency door. Booth could only grin as he imagined Parker following the same instructions by his teachers. Loaded safe and sound on another bus, all twenty-four students and two teachers were being escorted back to school. Booth stood waving to the back of the bus as it bounced its way down the road.
"You know they aren't waving back," Bones mocked as she stood beside him.
"I know that," he mumbled not breaking his smile, "It's not the time or place to start dragging a body off the bus, so just shut up, smile, and wave."
Still not following his instructions, he grabbed her wrist and began flopping her hand back and forth.
"Smile!" he yelled through his gritted teeth smile.
When the bus was out of sight, he dropped her hand and proceeded to walk back to the bus.
Climbing in through the still open emergency exit, he turned around to offer Brennan a hand. Of course refusing his help, she struggled to make onto the bus.
"Do you ever give up?" Booth questioned with a hint of irritation chiming in.
"Do you?" she snapped back.
Shaking his head, he proceeded up the aisle and scooted into one of the seats to give her a better look.
"Well, the one lying on the floor, I can't do much about. And as far as the skull, I'd like to have more to work with," she stated as she bent down to examine the skull further.
"Jeez Bones don't you think I know that already?" he threw up his hand in frustration.
"What's wrong with you this morning. You're awfully cranky," she never looked up knowing that she was starting to irritate him.
"Cranky?" he questioned, "Well, lets see I just saved a bus load of kids and teachers from a murdering lunatic! You're right I should be in a much more chipper mood!"
She hid a grin as she rubbed her cheek into her shoulder. She knew her next statements would probably send him into a fit, but she just couldn't resist.
"Well technically, Booth," she began, "It wasn't a 'bus load' of kids, more like a quarter load of kids. Secondly, I'm quite sure the teachers could have dealt with the 'lunatic' considering what they have to put up with during a day. And last, but not least, you can't really say he's a 'murdering lunatic', we have no evidence to support that theory."
Booth stood from the bus seat. "I give up!" he shouted as he exited the bus, "You are completely impossible!"
"Don't be mad!" she yelled back, "I was just stating the obvious!"
She couldn't continue her little charade any longer and decided to go after him.
"Booth!" she could barely squeeze the word out through her laughter, "I was only teasing!"
Well...whatcha think?