Spoiler Alert! If you didn't watch tonight's episode, and you don't want to know what happened, don't read the following:
OMG! Did you guys see Bones! Ah! I loved the end! It was so beautiful! Booth is doubting himself! You can see it! EEEP! Yay! And did you see the promo? I think Booth is finally getting his head screwed on right! I can't wait till next week! I love how, even though they've gone with a different plot and Brennan says she's moved on, they don't forget the relationship. I love when Brennan is talking to her dad. The look on her face when she says, "I don't want o talk about it." Was heart breaking. But I really, really like the end. When Booth looked at Brennan and he said he didn't want to let anyone down…didya see that? I'm freaking out here if you can't tell. "There's only one person you can truly love." Booth please, please fix this! I'm sorry, I'm rambling, I'll get to my story now, but I'd love to hear your opinion on tonight's episode. And this takes place during season six, so Hannah is in it, but not for long. I strongly dislike her.
And thank you to my beta, gocubsgo.
Booth slammed his mouth shut as the hot steel of the blade ripped across his abdomen. He muffled the scream desperate to escape his lips. He heard the laugh of the disgusting man in front of him. He could smell an odd mixture of burnt flesh and days old stench. He swam in the darkness behind his eyelids as unconsciousness threatened. He could taste the blood seeping from his tongue.
The laughing began to cease, and Booth, for a moment, thought his torture was over. It wasn't until he felt the blade against his bare skin again, did he realize he was drifting away. He could feel the pain, but it was dull.
"So who's going to save you now?" the man laughed, blowing his horrid breath into Booth's face.
He tried to speak, but nothing came out. His throat was dry; it burned from the chemicals that had been forced down. Every time he breathed, he felt the irritating prickling travel down his windpipe. The pain brought tears to his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He would not die a weak man.
As what he assumed to be death crawled over him, he thought of how strong a man he really was. Since he had been taken, one face, one voice, had always been with him. It wasn't the face that others would have considered acceptable. He had a girlfriend, but all he could think about was his best friend, his Bones. He realized, maybe he had been weak. He had always been told to fight for what you want, yet that fateful night, he gave up. He let her walk away, because she was scared. He was scared, weak.
And then he came back, a changed man, he thought. Until he saw her beautiful face. Her pale, blue-grey eyes. And then he was crushed by how weak he was. Every morning, he woke up next to a woman who would never be as beautiful, never be as smart, or never know him as well, who would never meet the standard, and he remembered that he wasn't strong at all. He had failed himself. He was going to die a weak man.
The man torturing Booth laughed as he watched the beaten man in front of him die. He cackled and joked at the tears that had started to fall. A wicked smile spread across his face as he admired his 'handy' work.
A sound from behind him captured his attention. He turned to see a woman in a cream colored trench coat coming at him. She was very pretty. He liked her, and he wanted her. Sauntering over, he smiled, his mouth filled with yellowed teeth.
"Hey beautiful. Are you my birthday present?"
Brennan glared at him, her lips were pressed into a thin line before opening them to speak. "Let him go."
"Who? Him?"
The man turned to look at Booth, who was now unconscious. Following the man's gaze, she saw her partner, slumped over on a chair. He was pale and she couldn't tell if he was breathing. Brennan feared it may be worse than unconsciousness. Terror and anger boiled inside her. She turned back to the man, and spit her words at him. Fury and hatred laced her carefully controlled, cold, hard voice.
"Yes. Let him go." She repeated.
The man's grin widened and he took another step toward the scientist. "Make me." He taunted.
She reached under her coat to pull out a gun, aiming it carefully at the man's head. She saw fear flicker in his eyes for a moment before he relaxed again.
"You think I'm gonna believe a pretty lady like you would shoot me?" he took another step.
Brennan cocked the weapon to prove her point. She turned to face him fully. If she was going to shoot, she wasn't going to die.
At the look of determination in her eyes, the man stepped off. He walked over to stand behind the chair Booth was tied to. Smiling down at the limp body in front of him, he pulled out a small blade from his pocket, resting it on Booth's neck.
Brennan gasped as she watched the metal tease her partner's neck. She regained her composure, hardening her face, and concentrated on her aim.
"If he ain't dead now, he will be soon." He chuckled to himself.
Brennan pulled the trigger, sending the man flying back. She could hear the thump of the heavy blade hit the cement floor of the warehouse. The man fell back, granting access for Brennan to rush over to Booth.
She placed her fingers just below his jaw, checking his pulse. She felt nothing. Tears started to fall down her cheek as she untied him and laid him on the floor.
"Booth." She whispered. Her hands moved to cover the wounds on his stomach. Pulling his shirt back, she drew in a sharp breath. There were cuts, and burns, and stab wounds all over his torso. He was covered in his own blood, and that hadn't seemed to have stopped.
Brennan's sobs deepened as she found the wound that had caused the most damage. There was a puncture near his heart. Not instantly fatal, but without medical treatment, it would be eventually.
She pressed her hands to his chest, trying to stop the bleeding. She could feel his heart beat below her fingers. She couldn't relax though. It was weak and slow. She could feel the struggle for his heart to keep pumping.
She lay down on his chest, her tears mixing with his blood. "Booth, please don't leave me."
His face was pale and his breathing shallow. She could feel his body temperature decreasing as each minute passed by. She wanted to scream at the paramedics who hadn't arrived yet. Her tears clouded her vision as she looked at the lifeless man in front of her. A wave of guilt rushed over her. He had been there to save her what seemed to be hundreds of times, and she couldn't do it just this once. She had failed him. He had a son, a girlfriend, a life. All of that gone because she couldn't get to him on time.
"Booth." She pleaded with him. "Booth, please. You can't leave me. You promised."
The more she became aware of his heart slowing, the more she realized there was no one there to help him. She could hear the sirens in the distance, but it was too late. She had been too late.
There will be more. This isn't a one shot. But review please! Let me know what you think bout the story OR about the new episode tonight.