In The SUV
AN: I Supreme Ruler of Fluff and Random{ Gerbil!! } Princess give thee part two!
Booth awoke from sleep, and felt guilty he could relax to sleep. Bones was in danger, and here he was snoozing. It was her fault for rubbing his hair: it made him go to his happy place…
"Booth." Her voice was quiet.
"I'm up." just don't stroke my hair again.
"I took inventory." Her voice was sad. He supposed it was because here she was stuck in a car. Again.
"Did you take inventory last time?" He saw the look in her face and immediately wanted to take it back.
"Yes. Hodgins and I had sufficient support." She paused. " I knew you'd find us. I also knew we could maintain long enough." She paused and he knew she wanted to say more.
"If you ever need to.." He reminds her. She surprisingly took him up.
"I never talked about being buried alive." She states
He waits patiently.
"Hodgins was very frightened as was I. I has to make the incision to relieve the pressure on his leg."
He has read the report. He was army, so he knows stuff like that can be necessary. He can't imagine slicing open a buddy. His poor Bones.
"It was the hardest thing to do. The worst of the whole experience was seeing my friend in pain."
She has a tear that she brushes off angrily.
He feels like a dentist with her; scraping, prodding and causing her pain. He knows the only way she can let go is to feel it. It doesn't make the next words easier to speak.
"The worst thing I remember is the smell of blood." He offers, prompting.
"I had it on my hands." She is crying openly now. He curls his arms around her and hugs her. After some time she is relaxed, calm and rational.
He still holds her.
She knows partners don't cuddle. She ignores that tid bit of logic. She feels understood. His broad shoulders and abs she rests on are warm and hard. She knows that guys don't embrace. That the explanation of them being two guys hugging was a reason for her to feel comfortable to accept his solace. And comfortable she is. She parts and returns to the original topic. She already misses the contact.
"I found a candy bar, a pen, and water bottles. Lucky you took Parker this weekend, since you have some snacks." He nodded in agreement.
"Well we probably ought to sit it out.." He looks to the window. Snow is being dumped on the white horizon. An awkward silence closes over the car.
He wishes he could still hold her, and he has no idea she wants the same.
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