The Missing Scene: Aliens in A Spaceship
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He couldn't think about it. About the fact that he'd let it happen or the fact that he'd almost lost one of the most important people in his life. It made him sick to his stomach.
Twice during their search for the car that contained her and their friend, Booth had excused himself from the room of squints to empty the contents of his stomach. And now, he'd just gotten home from church when he felt a new wave of nausea. He dropped his hand on the toilet handle allowing it to wash away his lunch and slid back against the opposite wall, head in his hands resting on his bent knees.
It was his fault. Or at least that's what he gathered. He thanked God silently one more time as he thought about what might've happened to her. A wave of panic set in at a thought, I didn't walk her to her car. Reaching into his pocket Booth yanked out his cell phone and hit speed dial for her apartment. He waiting impatiently for her to answer, silently willing her to pick up.
"Brennan." She answered, her voice a little more tired than normal but nothing out of the ordinary.
He released the breath he'd been holding, grateful that she was all right. When he heard her say hello questioningly he finally answered.
"Bones?" He said, not sure how to explain the call.
"Is that you Booth?"
He cleared his throat. "Hey Bones. I just wanted to make sure you got home alright."
Glad that he couldn't see her, Temperance Brennan smiled at the receiver. "I'm fine Booth. I think I might have a little trouble sleeping but due to today's events I suppose that that wouldn't be an unlikely side effect."
He answered her honestly. "Yeah, me too." This statement astounded both partners equally creating a wave of silence that fell upon them. Booth was the first to speak. "Do you mind if we stay on the phone? Until we fall asleep I mean."
Brennan thought for a moment, her lip worrying between her teeth. "I don't know Booth, don't you-"
"Please." He interrupted. "Just-just please, do this for me."
What could she have said? No, Booth I'm trying to divorce you not fall in love with you? Because that's almost what came to her mind, except for the fact that falling in love with Booth would be irrational much like the irrationality of love all together.
"Alright." What could it hurt? She thought, avoiding the voice in her brain that told her that this could potentially hurt them both a great deal.
"Thank you." He said, the emotions of the day rolling over him as he moved himself to his bedroom. "I'm glad you're alright."
She smiled lightly. "Just think," she said, trying for a joke. "If I had died you wouldn't have to deal with this whole divorce thing." But her light laugh wasn't returned.
He sighed as he ran a hand over his face. "Temperance," his voice was heavy with emotion. "I'm glad you didn't die."
Sensing his seriousness, Temperance responded solemnly. "I know, Booth."
They sat in silence for the remainder of the night, each one falling asleep on their own accord. Even though they would never mention it to one another, they were both equally comforted by the sound of the other's soft breathing into the phone.
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This one was hard to do. I wasn't going to really even mention the marriage because it was so difficult, but I got it in and I'm somewhat satisfied. The next should be better, I promise.
Review, please.