Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated for soo long but I've been busy - school, other stories, you know, the usual. Thankyou for all those who reviewed my last chapter. And, just for spoilers on my story: she does visualises her and booth together. I know that may spoil it but you can probably sorta tell it would be coming.
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She slept dreamlessly that night. No, that was incorrect. She dreamed about Booth, smiling to herself as she ran his hands over the protruding muscles in his arms. He slid his fingers around her neck, rubbing the knotted soreness away with his tendor touch. She felt a shiver run down her spine as his skin collided with hers. She closed her eyes and whipped her head backwards, a soft groan emitting from her mouth. His head leaned forward, and his gentle lips kissed her pale flesh in the hollow beneath her throat. She groaned even louder....
*
"Booth.....Booth!"
"Bones!! Bones, are you okay? Bones, answer me!"
The call was distant. She didn't want anyone interrupting her time with Booth. She ignored the voice, letitng her skin melt underneath his lips....
"Bones, open up!"
Brennan groaned and opened her eyes. She saw the roof, the pale dust marks skidding along the plaster, the fan whirling softly. She no longer felt Booth holding her. She clawed for him, searching for his gentle hands.
They met empty air.
She sat up, groaning as her muscles contracted. She heard the banging on the door.
"Bones!"
Typical.
"What?" she called out, her voice groggy from sleep.
"Open up!"
Brennan climbed out of bed and opened the door.
"Why do you keep waking me up?"
Booth looked surprised. Her face was lighter then usual, grey lines marking her eyes. She looked like hell.
"Bones, are you okay?"
"Yeah, why? And why are you here so....early...." She had just seen the time.
10 am.
She staggered back. "I'm late! Again! I'm never late!!!"
"I heard you groaning. Are you sick?"
Brennan was rushing to her room, pulling clothes from the closet and throwing them on the bed. "No, I'm fine!" She called. She was never going to tell him about her real dream.
Or that she often had that same dream.
*
Booth waited patiently in her lounge room. He wondered why Brennan was getting later and later each day? Did it have something to do with that dizzy fiasco the day before? Was she ill? Was something preventing her to sleep?
Questions buzzed through his mind. He was concerned for his partner. This wasn't like her.
She came out of her bedroom in a simple set of jeans and button-up shirt, but she still looked stunning. Her hair shone a glossy brown from the quick shower she had just run, and her face was lit up like it was meant to.
"You look great, Bones! Let me get your coat," he said, reaching for it.
"No, I'll get it," she protested, striding forward to take the jacket off the stand right next to Booth. "I'm not royalty, Booth."
"You are to me."
Bones reached the stand at the same time as Booth placed his hand on the material. Their skin touched, and Booth felt the electricity spark between them.
She didn't seem to notice it, though, and soon removed her hand from under his.
He groaned inwardly, wondering when she was going to figure out his feelings for her.
*
The road-trip was silent. Though it was only a ten minute journey, Brennan soon found her head lolling to the side, her eyes shutting against her will. The black light shone behind her eyes, and soon was obstructed by colour and pictures. She saw Angela, dragging her to her computer in her office, showing her a video at a puppy she was thinking about purchasing. The puppy was white, tender brown spots covering its fur. Its eyes flitted up towards the camera, and Angela turned to Brennan, asking for her opinion. But she didn't say anything, just stared into the puppies pleading eyes.
She felt someone gently shake her shoulder, and knew it was Booth. She lifted her head.
"Bones, are you sure you're alright? Maybe you should take the day off..."
"I can't, Booth! I have remains to identify. They have families, friends, lives."
"They can wait. I really think you should go home, Temperance. Get some sleep."
Brennan responded by pushing herself out of the SUV. Booth sighed and followed her into the Jeffersonian.
Booth ran to catch up with her marching speed, and placed his hand on her back, guiding her, though having no doubts that she knew her way.
They were greeted by Angela.
She knew that Brennan wasn't late because of sex. She could tell it in her eyes.
They were dead.
"Hey, guys! Bren, turn around, go home, and sleep. You look terrible. Booth, come in."
Brennan tried to argue but Booth cut her off.
"See Bones? You never argue with Angela. I think you should listen to her."
"No!" Brennan protested. "It's my own fault. Where's the body?"
Booth gave Angela an exasperated look, recieving a shrug in return. Booth grunted and followed his partner up onto the platform.
"Dr B! What are you doing here? I thought you'd be at home, basking in the eternal glory of anthropological documentaries!" Hodgins said as way of greeting.
Brennan ignored him.
She leaned over the skull, taking in the marks.
"Hodgins, have you got any more on the rubber?"
"No, sorry. I've run it through everything but I have no idea why it's there."
"Ok..." She said, turning back to the computer. She zoomed in on the image of the cranuim, studying the surface. She zoomed further, the particles creating a pattern.
"Huh."
"Huh as in good or as in bad?" Booth asked.
"Huh as in I have no idea what it means yet. Go grab some coffee, Booth."
"Uh uh, no way. I'm staying here – I don't want you passing out again."
"I'll be fine, Booth."
He didn't move. Instead he crossed his ankles and his arms in a defensive position.
He wasn't going anywhere. Of course he wasn't.
"Hey, Bren, we got DNA results this morning. They're in my office. I'll go and get them."
"Ok. Why did you need to tell me that, Angela? You were perfectly capable of getting them and giving them to me."
"Can you come with me, please?"
Brennan looked around, peeled off her gloves and followed Angela into her office.
*
Angela turned to face her as soon as they were in the doorway.
"What's going on?"
Of course. She wanted to know everything. Typical Angela.
"Nothing, Ange. I've just been a bit tired lately."
"Dreaming of Booth?"
"W-what! No!"
But she hesitated just a second too long.
"Ahhh! So, what happened in it?"
Brennan groaned to herself. "I dreamed of.....having sexual intercourse with Booth."
Angela smirked. "And?"
"And...what?"
"How was it?"
Brennan grinned. "He is very muscular, and very stimulating."
"Huh. So he's good?"
"He's great."
"Now just wait until the real thing."
"Ange, that's never going to happen."
"We'll just wait. Anyway, I want your opinion on something."
Angela grabbed Brennan's hand and dragged her to her computer. She clicked on the mouse, upbringing a video file.
"I found this little guy in a home. I want to know what you think."
A video footage of a small terrier yapped on the screen. Brennan felt that cold feeling she had experienced yesterday, and tried to fight passing out again. The unnatural circumstance were starting to scare her, as now it was not just a one-off thing. She wondered whether she should see a doctor. Then again, it was jsut a dream....of the future!
"So...what do you think?"
"Of what?"
"The dog!"
"It's cute."
"Duh, Bren. Do you think I should get him? He's adorable!"
"Well-"
"Ok, don't give me all that animal anthropology crap. Do you like him. Yes or no."
"Yes."
"Good."
"Do you have the file?"
"Yeah. His name's Jester, and he's a terrier cross-"
"I mean the case file, Ange."
"Oh, no. Cam has it."
"Then why'd you call me in?"
"To see the dog!"
Brennan groaned and turned around, heading back to the platform.
She made a decision.
If she experienced another one of these 'alternate-universe-things or whatever Booth would call them, she would tell Booth.
He would know what to do.
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