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Chapter two: Pipe in the Gut
Booth moaned and turned his head, "Bones?"
No answer. Booth's eyes shot open, "Bones?!"
He saw a figure lying against the side of the plane. It was Brennan. He shot up so fast that his head hurt. He stumbled over to the still figure.
"Bones?! Wake up!" he felt her neck for a pulse and breathed a sigh of relief. She was alive.
Bones moaned, "Booth?!"
Booth smiled, "I'm here Bones. Does anything feel broken?!" he asked wiping blood from her forehead.
She shook her head, "No… I'm just having trouble breathing."
"It's from the attitude. Just breathe slowly and try to relax. I'm going to check on everyone else."
Brennan nodded and closed her eyes.
"Help! Help!" a voice called.
"Parker?" Booth yelled.
"Daddy! Daddy! Help! Help! I'm stuck! I'm stuck!" the little boy screamed.
"Hold on! Daddy's coming!" Booth called as he stumbled over chairs, "Parker, where are you?!"
"I'm under here!" a small voice called from under a pile of suit cases.
Booth ripped suit case from the pile until a small body came into view. Parker looked up. The left side of his face was covered in blood.
"Daddy!" Parker sobbed reaching up.
Booth lifted the small boy from the ground. Luckily, nothing seemed broken.
"Sh… it's going to be okay buddy… I promise…" Booth soothed rocking the boy back and forth. "I'm going to put you beside Bones okay?"
Parker nodded, "Find mommy, daddy! I-I was calling her but she didn't answer."
Cullen opened his eyes, "Julia?" he moaned. "Julia honey?!"
Cullen felt a small bit of pressure on his hand. He turned his head slightly to see Julia looking at him.
"Hey." She whispered.
Cullen grasped her head, "Does anything hurt?!"
She shook her head, "I have a bad headache and that's about it."
Cam sat up. Her head ached and her ears were ringing with the sound of the screams as the plane crashed. Then she remembered,
"Michelle!" Cam gasped.
Michelle moaned, "I-I w-want t-to go h-home!" she cried.
Cam saw the huge gash across Michelle's face, "Honey! What hurts?!"
Michelle's eyes were squeezed shut, "M-my a-a-ankles! A-and I-I'm s-so c-cold!" she shivered.
Cam pulled off her own coat and wrapped it around Michelle, "Don't worry sweetheart. You're going to be okay, just rest and try not to move okay?! I'm going to get help."
Angela's eyes fluttered open. She looked in her lap and saw that her IPod was broken.
"Shit." She cursed.
She turned beside her and looked at Clark, "Hey, my IPod's broken."
Clark didn't answer. He wasn't even looking at her.
Angela looked at him, "Sweetie? You okay?!" she asked tapping his shoulder, "Clark?"
She shook him so hard that his head turned to her and Angela let out a scream! Clark's eyes were open and his face looked like it had been bashed in.
"OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!" she shrieked.
Booth ran over, "Angela what's wrong?!"
Angela's finger shook as she pointed at Clark, "He's-he's d-d-dead!"
Booth sucked in a breath, "Son of a bitch."
Angela's body shook with both cold and fright.
"Angela, why don't you go over with Bones and Parker? You can keep them company." Booth offered. "Or you can help Cam with Michelle."
Angela nodded and stood up but lost her balance because her knees were shaking too much. Booth caught her before she fell to the ground.
"T-thanks…" Angela whispered.
Booth nodded, "No problem."
Max groaned and stumbled up. He looked around confused.
"What happened?" he mumbled scratching his head. "Russ, you okay?"
Russ didn't answer. Max looked over and saw that Russ was doubled over.
"Russ?! Russell?! Son?! Speak to me!" Max yelled franticly.
He felt Russ's neck for a pulse. Luckily, he felt a slight thump thump.
Russ was just unconscious.
Daisy shifted uncomfortable, "Lance? W-what happened?! Are you okay?"
Sweets groaned, "Are we in Chile?"
Daisy stared out the window, "Uh, honey, I think you should take a look at this…"
Sweets groaned and forced his eyes opened. He looked out the window and gasped. Outside the ground was covered in a thick layer of snow. The icy wind blew snowflakes into the plane.
Daisy crawled over to Sweet's lap and snuggled close to his chest.
"I-I-I'm f-f-f-f-freezing…" she chattered.
Sweets nodded, "I am t-too!"
Jared groaned and massaged his temples, "Wendell? You okay?"
Wendell's voice sounded frantic, "Um, Jared? I'm going to need your help…"
Jared looked at Wendell confused, "With what?"
Wendell stood up and held his arms in the air, "With this…"
Jared looked down at Wendell's torso and nearly vomited. A foot long pole was sticking out of the left side of Wendell's stomach.
Jared sucked in a breath, "Geez…"
Wendell smiled weakly, "I-it really doesn't hurt. Do you think I'll be okay?!"
Jared nodded, "Yeah, uh… Wendell? Could you grab me that piece of wood on the ground?"
Wendell looked down, "This wood?! Yeah, sure."
Wendell was bending down when Jared grabbed the pole and gave it a quick yank. It ripped out of Wendell's stomach.
"OW! SHIT! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!" Wendell asked with tears of pain and anger in his eyes.
"Feel better?" Jared asked.
Wendell paused for a minute, "Actually, yes, I feel much better. Thanks man."
"Yeah well, wrap it up with a shirt or something for now and we'll take a better look at later." Jared said getting up.
Carolyn groaned, "That damn man never got me my wine!" she mumbled.
"Um… Carolyn?" a voice said.
She looked up to see Vincent and Fisher standing there.
"Oh, not you two!" she whined.
"I'm sorry if we ruined your fun but if you haven't noticed we are kinda plane wreck." Fisher said rolling his eyes.
"Oh, I little know fact-" Vincent began.
"I told you to shut up Vincent!" Fisher growled.
Vincent frowned and turned away.
"Can I help you two?" Carolyn asked.
"Well, we need help finding people if you're up to it. Hodgins, Zach, the two pilots, and a few other FBI agents are not accounted for. We know that Zach and Hodgins didn't fly out the window so they must be somewhere. We have five dead so far, one is Clark." Fisher said. "I'd rather not be working but Agent Booth threatened me that if I didn't he'd personally escort me outside and I'd stay there permanently."
Carolyn sighed, "Okay, I guess I'll help."
Rebecca lay moaning on the ground, "My legs, my legs, I can't move my legs." She moaned.
"Okay Rebecca we're going to try one more time." Booth soothed, "Ready guys?! One, two, three, lift!"
Wendell, Jared, and Booth tried to lift the heavy pile of closed chairs off of Rebecca.
"OW! OW! STOP IT PLEASE! JUST KILL ME! KILL ME!" she sobbed.
Booth could see that Rebecca's legs were twisted in and out of the seats. It actually looked like she had a chair leg through her thigh.
"Okay, okay, just breathe Rebecca. We'll try again later." Booth soothed.
Rebecca whimpered and closed her eyes.
"Hey! Hey! Help! I think someone's under here!" Vincent yelled.
"Jared! Stay with Rebecca and keep her talking!" Booth said running over to Vincent and Fisher.
"Wendell! Help me with these chairs!" Booth yelled throwing chairs and suit cases off of the enormous pile.
Soon, Hodgins's body came into view. He wasn't moving and his felt leg was twisted in a sickening way.
"He's not breathing." Wendell whispered.
Suddenly Hodgins's eyes shot open, "I have never felt worse in my life but hell yeah I'm alive!"
Another muffled sound came from beside Hodgins, "Hodgins?"
Hodgins looked around, "Zach?"
"Hodgins, would you mind getting off of me?! Your foot is in my mouth." Zach whispered weakly.
"Hang on Zach, I-OWCH!" Hodgins hissed and grabbed his leg. "I think my leg's broken."
"I think mine is too." Zach mumbled.
"Don't worry, we'll get you both out." Booth promised, "Wendell, could you go outside and see if anyone is out there?"
Wendell nodded, "Will do."
Wendell walked to the back of the plane and out of the huge gap where the tail was ripped off. As soon as he step foot on the snow he fell throw it. The snow was up to his shoulders.
Shivering, he made his way to the front of the plane. He looked into the window and saw something that frightened him. One pilot was dead but the other one was covered in ice sickles. Blood dripped from his nose, his forehead, and mouth.
The pilot saw Wendell, "H-h-h-help m-m-m-me…" he moaned.
Wendell trudged through the snow until he got back to the back of the plane.
"Hey Booth! The pilot is still in the front of the plane! He needs help!" Wendell screamed.
Booth ran over to Wendell, "Come on, let's help."
Booth and Wendell went to the front of the plane and went in.
The pilot looked at them, "W-w-wat-t-er!" he moaned.
"Quick Wendell! Give me a handful of snow!" Booth commanded.
Wendell hand Booth and big handful of snow. Booth reached into his pocket and pulled out a cloth and wrapped the snow in it.
"Here you go sir." Booth said putting up the cloth to the dying man's mouth.
The man sucked on the cloth, "M-my b-back h-hurt s-s-so b-bad… I-I-I-I can't f-f-feel m-m-my f-f-feet."
"Is there a radio we can use?" Wendell asked.
The man shook his head, "The batteries are gone. T-the m-mechanic m-might know w-where t-they are…"
"Is there anything we can do for you sir?" Booth asked.
The man's eyes grew large, "T-there i-is one thing… there's a-a g-gun i-in m-my s-s-side c-compartment-"
Booth gently rested his hand on the man's shoulder, "Sir, I won't let you go that way."
The man looked at Booth, "T-t-then may God f-f-forgive you for n-not helping me…"
"I wonder where the mechanic is…" Wendell mumbled as they shut the door that led to the front of the plane.
"I'm not sure. He's probably-" Booth stopped.
Wendell looked in the direction Booth was looking. A man was sitting on the floor shaking.
Booth looked at Wendell and nodded. They walked over to the man.
"Hey excuse-" Wendell began.
"IDENTIFY YOURSELVES! IDENTIFY YOURSELVES!" the man shrieked.
"Whoa! Whoa! Calm down sir! I'm Agent Booth and he's Wendell! Are you the mechanic?" Booth asked.
The man looked at them, "Yes, yes I am! I'm the mechanic!" the man laughed.
"What's with you?" Wendell asked.
"What's with me?! What's with you!?" the man smiled crazily.
Booth looked at the coat the mechanic had on his lap, "Where'd you get that coat?!"Booth hissed.
The man gripped the coat tighter, "It's mine! I found it! Get your own!"
"That's not yours! You took it from a girl! That's Michelle's coat!" Booth said grabbing the coat. "Wendell, go give this to Cam to put back on Michelle."
The man laughed, "She's going to die anyway!"
Booth pulled up the man by the collar, "Say it again and I'll kill you!"
The man shook, "Damn you!"
Booth threw the man to the ground, "Where are the batteries?"
The man started laughing, "The batteries are in the tail and-and the tail's gone!"
Booth drug the man into the pilot's courters. "Stay there! You're going to freak everybody out." He said shutting the door.
Through the door Booth could hear, "The tail is gone! We're going to die! We're going to freeze our little behinds! The tail is gone! It can't be found! And even if the snow melts we're all going to drown! Hahahahaha!" the crazy mechanic laughed and sang.
Booth walked over beside Brennan and sat down. Parker was huddled under her huge coat.
"Booth! I-I'm freezing!" Brennan chattered. "Who all is dead?"
"The pilots and a few FBI agent and…Clark…" Booth said.
Brennan sighed, "Poor Clark. God, he was so young…"
Booth nodded in agreement. "Is Parker asleep?"
Brennan nodded, "Yes."
"Good, he needs to rest." Booth said standing up.
"Wh-where are you going?!" Brennan asked.
"To block up the hole in the back. It's going to drop several degrees tonight and we need to stay as warm as possible." Booth said, "Anyone who is able to walk can help me pile up the luggage in the back! We also need to rip the covers off the seats! We can use them for blankets!"
Wendell stood up, "We have wine, Oreo cookies, cigarettes, pretzels, granola bars, and we can melt water. Each person gets one Oreo, two pretzels, a capful of wine, and a small piece of a granola bar!"
Everyone who was agile help block up the hole and get blankets. Nobody knew how long they'd be there for. Already, many had begun to lose hope.
I hope you enjoyed! Sorry about Clark D: I don't care much about him since he's so nasty to Angela. I most likely won't kill the major characters off but you never know. Anyway, please review! NO FLAMES PLEASE!