BONES

The Demon in the Dark


I do not own Bones or the characters

Rated T for violence, etc.


Wendell POV

He kept running, despite the fact that his body was beginning to fail him. The pain was nothing more than another thing trying to slow him down - like ropes and bindings - though even without it he was forced to stumble slowly away.

His hand automatically found walls, doors, and railings to keep himself standing.

He wasn't sure if he was imagining it or not, but he heard the sound of heavy breathing behind him and someone running. He had to get away.

There must be an exit somewhere nearby.

His heart was racing, his chest hardly pumping air properly through his body, and his nerves were firing and tingling. Suddenly his senses told him something was wrong.

He hit the ground hard as a weight struck him in the back, and he knew he was pinned before even trying to move. A knee was crushing down on his spine, and a large, powerful hand was grabbing towards his flailing arms. Thrashing in panic, he twisted his heard and bit down on a finger that was not his own. He heard the exclamation of pain and the weight shifted, just enough.

He rolled.

The man hit the ground.

Gasping for air, he was on his feet and lunging out of the room. He shot around the corner and careened in to a heavily built chest, feeling his heart explode with terror as he clawed to get away.

"Wendell!" The familiar voice startled him as strong arms wrapped around him, stopping him from fighting back, and suddenly he was being pivoted around.

"Get down," Booth said.

Not a problem, Wendell thought, sinking to the floor. The voices following were disembodied, deep, and rather uninteresting to him. He'd rather not hear what they had to say. That was easy too. Exhaustion made them sound like the echoes from a megaphone after it had died down. They seemed to be angry, though. And desperate, one of them? Suddenly there was a loud roar that made his head spin even worse. He raised his hand slowly to touch his head as the roar rocketed around his skull.

"Mr. Bray," a familiar, female voice made him at least give the effort to focus.

Dr. Brennan's fuzzy figure swarmed in and out of reality.

He tried to respond but it came out as a wordless, half audible grunt.

Somewhere it occurred to him that everything was alright now. Relief allowed him to let go and pass out in to arms of his friends.


Booth POV

Booth looked down coldly at the dead body of the killer. Somewhere in his mind he registered that it was over. The shooting was justified. The killer had tried to pull a weapon.

That wasn't the reason Booth had shot him.

When Wendell came smashing in to him like a bat out of hell, he took one look at his battered shape and flew in to rage. He was going to kill this man.

"Booth." He turned.

Brennan was lowering Wendell's unconscious form to the ground.

"Is he..?"

"He will survive." She responded and her voice became detached. There was going to be problems. But at least they had gotten him back alive.


Sequel or no? I have an idea for a sequel but only if there's anything you'd want me to write. xP

This has been surprisingly stressful for a reason I can't understand. Anyway. All done. All good. Thanks for reading!