Merry Christmas Everyone! I hope this is good...
Disclaimer: I am not a furry red animal, so I don't own Bones. Nor am I a man from the 19th century, so I don't own a Christmas Carol.
Chapter 4
Alone in the church, Brennan sat down in a pew, looking around uncertainly. There were no gifts, no people lining up for confession, no decorations, trees, anything. Shivering, she hugged herself, hoping desperately that the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come would be friendly.
"Hello?" She called, unable to bear the silence anymore. "Is anyone here?"
There was no answer, just the sound of wind blowing through the church. Brennan stood up, still hugging herself. She walked up to the altar, looking around. A sound behind her made her turn around, to see a hooded person standing before her.
"Ah!" She jumped, and stared. "Who are you?"
The hooded figure didn't answer.
"You're the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come," said Brennan, proud of herself for figuring it out.
"Yes," said the figure, pulling the hood.
"Dr. Saroyan?" Brennan's mouth fell open. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come," Cam shook her head. "You know, for a genius, you're pretty slow on the uptake."
"Ok," Brennan sighed. "Can we just get this over with?"
"Sure, I got nothing better to do," Cam waved her arms, and suddenly, the church changed. It was covered in decorations, filled with happy people chatting and laughing, and there was something that looked suspiciously like a priest standing at the altar.
"What's going on?" Brennan asked, looking around. "It's not a Christmas Mass is it?"
"No, it's a wedding," Cam said smugly.
"A wedding," Brennan repeated. "Who's wedding?"
Cam nodded at the altar, and Brennan hurried up the aisle to see who was standing there.
"Booth?" She asked, her mouth falling open.
"Yeah," Cam nodded.
"But who's he marrying?" Brennan looked around.
"Look," Cam pointed towards the other end, where a strange woman was walking down, followed by an older looking Parker carrying the rings. Brennan watched as she went by, smiling at Booth, who was grinning back at her like an idiot.
"Who is that?" She asked Cam.
"Brenda Holly," Cam said. "She and Booth met two years ago, one Christmas when he was alone because his son wasn't there and his partner was being selfish."
"I'm not selfish," Brennan said. Cam raised an eyebrow.
"Sometimes, it's about what other people want for Christmas, not what you want," she stated flatly.
"So, they're getting married now?" Brennan stared at the happy couple, stricken.
"Yes," Cam nodded. "It took a while, but Booth finally got tired of waiting."
"Waiting for what?" Brennan asked.
Cam looked towards the doors, where a lone figure stood. Brennan slowly made her way towards her, and gasped when she saw herself.
"Oh my God," she whispered softly.
Unlike everybody else, Dr. Temperence Brennan was not smiling. She was not dressed up in a fancy outfit, and her eyes were swollen from crying. She watched as the two people before her leaned in to kiss, and Brennan saw the pain pass through her eyes. Quickly, she pushed open a door and hurried out of the church. Brennan followed.
Outside, Temperence sat on the steps, her head in her hands, her shoulders shaking. After a moment, she jumped up, and ran down the steps, ignoring the bells as they rang from the tower. Brennan watched her, before turning to Cam.
"Why are you showing me this?" She asked.
"It's not finished yet," Cam said quietly. The church doors flew open, and the happy couple walked out surrounded by their friends and family. They started down the steps, towards a waiting car. Temperence was still crossing the street, hoping to not be noticed. She was so blinded by her grief that she didn't notice the car coming towards her. But Booth did.
"Bones!" He broke away from his bride, and raced the rest of the way down the steps.
"No!" Brennan shouted, as Booth pushed Temperence out of the way and took the hit himself.
Brenda Holly screamed, as Booth flew through the air. Temperence picked herself up, and sprinted to his side, desperately searching for any kind of pulse.
"Is he-?" Brennan couldn't bring herself to say the words. She looked at Cam, desperate for her to shake her head, or say no. But the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come said nothing, only looked away.
"Oh God," Brennan looked down at the other her, who was shouting for someone to dial 9-1-1, while tears streamed down her face. "Does it have to happen?" She asked, close to tears herself. "Can't I-Can't I change it somehow?" She took a step forward, pleading. "Please, can't I change it?"
Cam didn't answer, just looked down at her feet.
"Please," Brennan begged. "I don't want any of this to happen, there must be something I can do!"
"Maybe," said Cam quietly. "You just have to figure it out."
Slowly, the scene disappeared, along with Cam. Brennan was left in darkness. She whirled around, searching for someone to help her.
"I'll change it!" She shouted. "I promise! I'll do whatever I can! Please just give me a chance!"
She shut her eyes, and sat down on the floor (or lack thereof). A moment later, she opened her eyes, and started.
Well, I hope you liked it. I believe there will be one more chapter...so please review!