This is my take on what might happen in the episode "A Shot in the Dark". This is simply speculation, might not be accurate at all. Let me know what you think. Will go on for maybe 3 or 4 chapters depending on whether or not I can think of what might occur in Brennan's dream. If you have any suggestions they are welcome. Thanks and please review : )
"Booth? Do you want anything else?" Brennan asked as she set the table. "Nope. I'm good, Bones. This smells good. I do still wish you'd let me cook, though." Brennan smiled at him. "I know, Booth. You're an excellent cook, but every now and then I like to cook." Then she added in an apprehensive tone, "I thought you liked my cooking?"
Booth felt guilty for making her feel insecure, and set out to fix it. "Oh no, Bones. Don't doubt yourself. You know I love your cooking, especially your mac and cheese." He smiled at her and Brennan smiled in that way that made Booth's heart flutter, and he smiled wider as she tilted her head adorably. "But more importantly, I love you." He leaned over and kissed her.
A shot rang out and Booth found Brennan jumping on top of him in a flash. Booth blinked as he processed what just happened. Brennan fell on top of him and he rolled hem both over, so he was now on top. "Bones, you ok?"
Brennan opened her mouth but no words came out. That was when Booth felt the sticky red substance seeping through his fingers that was coming form her chest. He looked down and then back up into her eyes. "Bones?"
He hadn't realized he was crying until he felt gentle, soft hands wiping them away. "Don't cry, Booth. Please don't cry." Booth tried to smile at that but couldn't. "How can I help it? The love of my life just threw her self on top of me to save me and now she's bleeding out. Right in front of me." He smiled shakily, as he applied pressure to the wound, but his 'smile' quickly dropped. "Why would you do this Bones?! You know I can't live without you."
"I can't live without you either, Booth. You always seem to forget that. By always being the hero, you put yourself in danger constantly. Now we're Steven's Even." Booth would have laughed at her version of 'Even Stevens' if he hadn't been so scared. "Okay, Baby, okay. You just focus on staying with me, ok?"
Brennan's eyes widened. "Baby! Christine!" Booth looked straight to Christine's playpen and exhaled in relief when he saw a squirming, alive, albeit crying, baby. He turned back to the woman in his arms. "She's fine Bones. I'm calling an ambulance ok? It's going to be ok." He kissed her head and reached into his pocket, quickly dialing 911, while still maintaining the pressure on her wound, and told them where to go.
Redirecting his attention back to the woman in front of him he assured her. "Bones hang on, they're coming." He couldn't help sounding a little panicked. Brennan took a deep breath. "Booth I need to tell you some things-"
"Bones-"
"Booth stop!" Booth nodded hesitantly and Brennan continued. "I want you to know that, besides Christine, you have been the single most important person in my life, probably including Angela. You're so strong physically Booth, I know that, but it has always been my instinct to protect you, emotionally. Sometimes this has ended up hurting us both more, and I've learned from the past, but I have to tell you something. If I don't make it-"
"Bones. You're going to be fine, Baby." Brennan sighed. "Booth if I don't make it, I want you to promise me you'll be fine. That you'll continue to live life to the fullest. That you'll move on."
"Bones." Booth's eyes pleaded. "Promise me." Their eyes were locked, and they were both pleading with the other. "Bones, I can't. I won't be able to live without you. I physically would not be able to." Brennan grasped Booth's arm as hard as she could. "Booth we have a daughter. You have to take care of her."
Booth knew he couldn't deny her the promise of making sure their daughter would forever be properly cared for. Hesitantly he nodded and Brennan relaxed. However, this scared Booth. "Bones stay with me okay? You have to stay awake." But Brennan was finding it awfully hard to keep her eyes open, now, the pain becoming more and more unbearable. "Come on Bones! Come on!" He started applying more pressure to the wound in a vain effort to keep her with him.
"You can't leave me now Bones, I won't let you. You are going to fight you hear me?! Fight! I need you here with me forever, Bones. Okay Baby?" After a minute when Brennan didn't reply, the tears came pouring from Booth's eyes. "That's okay Baby. You don't have to talk; you need your strength. The ambulance is almost here. Just hang on a little longer Bones. You're going to be okay. I promise. You know you and I don't break our promises to each other, and I have no intention of starting now. Just be brave and fight. Fight for our life and love and family and everything will be okay. I love you, Bones. I love and need you more than anything. Come on Bones you can do this."
Then he was being pulled from her by paramedics, and after a moment of struggling, clinging to her desperately as his instinct told him to hang on to her for dear life, he let them carry out their jobs. He vaguely saw Angela, but was too distracted to greet her. He was relieved, though, when he saw Christine safe in her arms. Meanwhile the paramedics carried Brennan by gurney into an ambulance, but wouldn't allow him to come with them until he burst into tears and begged them. He held her hand tightly the entire way, staying as out of the way as possible.
When they reached the hospital they rushed her to the operating room for surgery to repair the damage done by the bullet. Suddenly he found the hospital doors swung in his face as the wheeled her away. 'Wait did I tell her I loved her. Oh my God I didn't…oh wait no I did. I definitely did. More than once in fact. Get a grip Seeley, she'll be back to bossing you around in no time at all. Deep breaths. Come on, panicking is doing nothing for anyone at all. You should call someone. Angela…no she has Christine. Oh call her anyway…her and Max…and Russ… and the squints…my, she has more family than she thinks she does. Alright here we go…just dial the numbers…that's it…she'll be fine.'
His hands were shaking as he dialed the numbers and informed the family. They were all panicked and upset, but not nearly as much as Booth, who waited as close to the doors as possible for any news, clutching his rosary and praying harder than he ever had in his life. 'Please make her be okay…please make her be okay…please…please…please…Bones…'
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