Hank's Dream
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The sun was hot and it made him feel too warm and very uncomfortable. He had been standing across the street from the house for quite awhile. Something made him come here. Something made him watch. It was a modest looking home. There didn't appear to be anything special about it and yet he couldn't turn his face away from it. He could only stand and stare at it, waiting.
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A boy walked around the corner of this house. He was walking beside his bike and for a small boy he appeared to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. Grimly glancing at the front of the house the boy turned and straddled the bike. Standing there the boy appeared to be thinking. Nodding his head, the boy started to rise up and sit on the bike seat when he heard a shout coming from the garage. Stepping away from his bike, the boy put the kickstand down and left his bike in the driveway as he walked down the driveway towards the garage.
Hank, seeing the boy walking towards the garage, crossed the street up on to the driveway beside the modest house. Walking rapidly, he approached the front of the garage just as he heard the boy yell out in fear. Breaking into a jog, Hank hurried to the entrance to the garage just in time to see his son take his fist and punch the boy in the face, knocking the boy to the ground.
Running up to his son, he grabs his shirt and pulls him towards him, slapping him and screaming at him. Slapping his son's face over and over again, he loses control and slaps him until his own son is screaming for mercy. Seeing what he has done, he lets his son go and stares at him.
His son, afraid, wipes his hand across his bloody mouth and then looks at his hand. Stepping back, he walks around Hank and then runs down the driveway, running into the street and then out of sight.
He turns to the boy and picks up the unconscious child. Hugging him, he closes his eyes and he cries.
Hearing a noise behind him, Hank turns and finds himself in a hospital. The child is no longer in his arms. A man is lying on a bed. He appears to be very sick and Hank realizes that the man looks familiar. Walking over to the bed, Hank looks down and sees a face he hasn't seen for eighteen years. His son is dying. He can see it. Touching his son's arm, Hank shakes his head and walks across the room. Before he can reach the doorway he hears his son speak, asking him why.
Turning his head, Hank shakes his head and says, "I loved you because you're my son; but, I can never forgive you for what you did and I hate you as a man."
Shaking his head, he leaves the room, hearing his son weeping.
Walking through the doorway he sees a younger man standing in front of him. Smiling, his grandson steps up to him and hugs him. Looking at the doorway, the younger man shakes his head and said, "I'm your son now, Pops. Never forget that."
Closing his eyes he pats his grandson on the back. Stepping back he sees that they are in another hospital. Releasing his grandson, both walk down the hallway towards a room at the end of the hall. Waking into the room, Hank sees a pretty woman lying in bed holding a baby. His grandson walks over to the bed and smiles at the mother and the child. Bending over he takes the baby in his arms and turns toward Hank. Smiling, Booth says, "This is my son. Because of you, I have a child of my own. Thanks Pops."
Smiling, Hank looks down at his great-grandson.
Hearing a noise to his left he sees that he is no longer in the hospital. He's in a house that looks like it's being renovated. A woman he loves as a granddaughter is walking towards him and she's carrying a baby. She stops when she gets close to him and holds her baby out to him. Looking at him with love in her eyes, Temperance says, "Here is your great-granddaugter, Hank. Thank you for what you did for Booth. Thank you for saving him for me and for our baby."
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Waking after one of many dreams that night, Hank lay in bed, thinking. He had been having trouble sleeping since his son had died the week before. He had taken the box to Seeley and had given it to him. It broke his heart that his grandson couldn't mourn for the loss of his father. Hanks' son had wanted him to give the box to Seeley. Hank wasn't sure if the boy would ever open it. He didn't blame Seeley for how he felt about his father; but, Hank wished that Seeley could forgive his father. He wanted Seeley to have peace with his past.
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