*OK, so yes I should really work on finishing one or two of my other stories…and believe it or not, I am trying!...but I had this idea and really cannot let it go. Please leave a review and let me know what you think/ideas or encouragement/harassment to complete what I already started.
Watch out for language in this one. What can I say…Pelant really brings it out in me and my muse.
The Things She Knows
Booth watched Brennan walk towards the stairs. He leaned back into the couch cushions, pressing his wrist against his eyes, trying to hold back his emotions. Fucking Pelant. I should have killed him when I had the chance…all four times! Booth thought to himself.
Booth sat there in the silence, berating himself. How could he let this happen? He had everything he ever wanted…for one day life was exactly what he wanted-what he needed. But how could he not? He couldn't let all those people –their families- suffer just so Booth's world could remain idyllic. Booth gave a short humorless laugh. Like Pelant would ever allow that. No, even if Booth did tell Brennan or go ahead with their marriage plans, Pelant would likely kill those innocent people, and then start planning his attack on someone else-someone more close to Booth and Brennan.
Booth ran his hand through his hair, and finally pushed himself off the couch. He walked over to small bar and poured himself a scotch. Then another. Booth breathed in deeply. No, he wouldn't get drunk. He just needed some liquid courage to face the room upstairs…his bed with the woman whose happiness and dreams he had managed to crush in less than three sentences. "Damn it", Booth muttered. He set the glass firmly down on the bar and turned towards the stairs. Booth slowly walked up, listening for any sound from Brennan or Christine. He heard the shower turn on in their bedroom. He decided to give Brennan a few minutes more of privacy. He turned and walked into Christine's room.
The baby was sleeping peacefully in her crib, a small night light was glowing softly on the far wall, creating long shadows in the room. Booth walked to the crib, watching his daughter's chest rise and fall with her deep breaths. He reached down and touched her cheek softly, not wanting to wake her, but he needed to feel her.
A single tear fell from his eye as he continued to stand in the dark watching Christine. "Daddy's so sorry. I'm so sorry baby," Booth whispered. Booth couldn't tell if he was talking to Christine or to Brennan. Maybe both.
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Brennan turned on the shower to the highest water pressure. The water was scalding hot, but she didn't care. She leaned her head on the wall, feeling the spray hit the back of her neck.
"Damn it. Why did you even think he would want to marry you? You know what kind of woman he wants. Why would he want me? I'm the antithesis of the best woman for Booth," she berated herself. The tears fells freely, but Brennan was careful to keep her voice down. She couldn't let Booth know how upset his words had made her. How could she? He repeated what she had been telling him for months…no, years.
Brennan's thoughts turned to earlier than day. She thought he had been so happy when they took Christine to the park. Okay, he looked a little overwhelmed at some of Angela's suggestions, but- Damn it. Angela. How am I going to tell her-tell everyone that there won't be a wedding? Brennan pressed the washcloth against her mouth, holding in a fresh sob at that thought.
No. I won't show them this. I cannot be emotional about this. I need to be rational. Booth is right. I don't really want a wedding…I don't need marriage to be happy. Hell, I've written papers on how human evolution depends on a polygamous society. This is crazy.
Brennan straightened in the shower and wiped her face. Fine. I will be fine. I never needed marriage to be happy before. I can go back to that. I know that. I understand that. Brennan finished washing her hair. Before she left, she turned the water onto the coldest setting, the chill helping to calm her emotions and cool her overheated skin.
She stepped out and dried herself with a towel. She slipped on one of Booth's t shirts to sleep in and opened the door to the bedroom. Booth was already in bed, the light on his side turned off. He lay facing away from the bathroom door. Brennan stepped closer. Based on his deep breaths she guessed he had just fallen asleep.
Brennan drew back the covers on her side of the bed and lay down. She reached over to turn off the lamp on her side table. She turned onto her side, facing away from Booth. She closed her eyes and tried to relax her body. Finally she slept, exhausted.
So…What does "She" know? Who is "She"? Ah…you will need to keep reading. And honestly, I need a little feedback…Is anyone still reading out there? Is anyone interested? I hope so…I really like the plan I have for this story. I don't know about you, but already it has been a long hiatus for me.
