"When your dreaming with a broken heart the waking up is the hardest part..."
Dreaming With A Broken Heart by John Mayer I would listen as I read, but that's just me.
Night had come and Booth and Hannah had returned to their racks, she was itching to ask him for more and he knew it. Though, it was night and she knew that night and early morning was not the ideal time to have any deep conversations with Seeley Booth. She didn't know why, she just knew that his mood was a bit different early in the morning and late at night, wistful and distant.
Booth roll away from Hannah thinking of someone else, someone he didn't know, but at the same time he knew all too well. Someone who he could count on tonight to make him feel safe and dare he say it, loved. The woman in his dreams, he shut his eyes knowing he would be met with her own irises as soon as he fell asleep. He knew without a doubt he would wake a picture of her face burned into his memory. A picture that would last throughout the entire day.
When night came the image of the dream woman's face was blurry and not as clear as it was early in the morning, but with night came sleep and sleep brought dreams. When dreaming he would fall into a world where he was reunited with this woman. He would eventually wake to an inevitable dawn, and the cycle would repeat. An image of his dream woman etched in his memory for the entire day.
He often wondered what she did or would sound like, and who she was. He could never hear her in his dreams although her lips moved her voice never produced a sound. He could see her smile now as clear as he could see her blue eyes. She had different smiles, playful, sexy, confused, happy, and a smile he felt was saved just for him- a mere satisfied grin in which a spark would ignite in her blue eyes, and her glowing embers danced a dance as old as time.
It had come to the point where he sensed Hannah wanted more, and if this dream woman didn't come to him every night so consistently he would make an advance on her. Though, call it a gut feeling he didn't know, but the blue eyed brunette was something-had to mean something, the woman in his dreams. Call him crazy, but...but...he didn't know, he just knew what he felt at night it was real...God, he hoped she was real.
Hannah stare at Booth who was now in a deep sleep. She heard the lap top make a noise and curiously opened it. No one had been on it since she had opened it last, it was another message from the same person, Bones. Who was she? She must be important, and Hannah thought maybe shouldn't make any advances on Seeley. The right thing to do would probably be to tell him about this 'Bones' person and the messages he was receiving from her. She glanced at this one scanning it.
Booth,
If you have access to a computer you are probably busy. Even if you are not I just had to tell you I miss you Booth, and I...I'm scared all the time for you. I thought about you a lot last night, I had a dream about you, it wasn't a good dream. I wished you were there to hold me like you held me before you left when I woke from it. Instead I woke to Daisy's concerned voice, she asked if I was able to write you and I told here I was although I obviously don't know if you are able to receive what I have written.
After I woke her accidentally from my nightmare Daisy fell back to sleep easily, but I couldn't. So I went outside and sat by a fire that everyone had ate dinner by earlier that night. I don't know why but the fire, it's warmth and the silence of the night filled with only the noise of crackling dancing flames comforted me. I don't understand why something as simple as a fire could give comfort when it's not even cold at night here. I do understand that I don't like being apart from you. I don't like us on opposite ends of the earth and I miss you Booth.
Love,
Bones
Hannah thought about it as she closed the lap top. The letter was sincere and heart felt, it was sad is what it was. Though, she was here and Bones was not and Seeley didn't seem to remember her. Hannah felt horrid for thinking such a thought. She closed her eyes trying to forget about the letter and it's content, to forget this Bones person was hard to do.
Booth was restless dreaming as Bones blue eyes stared back into his. She cocked her head at him and smiled a bright smile. In his dream, they were in a restaurant the atmosphere was that of a laid back bar atmosphere. He clinked glasses with her and she continue to stare at him as if she were going to kiss him. A voice ended the dream, and just like that Bones faded away as he woke groggily.
"Seeley, big breakfast this morning come on." Hannah said.
When your dreaming with a broken heart...The waking up is the hardest part
You roll outta bed and down on your knees
And for a moment you can hardly breathe
Wondering was she really here?
Is she standing in my room?
No she's not, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone...
"Huh?" Booth asked Bones face still fresh in his memory, his mind racing with images of her from last night. He would dream so much he wondered if it was caused by the pain medication he was on sometimes. Nights were restless.
"Get up, let's go." Hannah extended her hand and Booth took it as she pulled him up and looked him in the eyes. She smiled a bright smile her hair messy falling around her face, it was so long, she was a very pretty woman. Her light blue eyes lit up and her hand in his they walked out of the tent.
"Hey Sarge!" Adams yelled along with Matthews as Booth smiled at them he scanned the crowed while Hannah found two empty seats among the guys. Booth sat opposite of her and Matthews nudged Booth suggestively nodding in Hannah's direction.
"Hey, hey Sarge?" Matthews said checking Hannah out. Though, Booth said nothing in return, his mind elsewhere.
Throughout the quick breakfast and conversation to follow Booth had only offered up a few words and answered questions. He never tried to start a conversation but was in another world, his own silent reverie. Adams and Matthews left leaving Booth and Hannah alone once more. Hannah seemed restless.
"Are you okay Seeley?" Hannah wondered.
"Yeah, yes I'm fine. I'm fine, sorry just day dreaming." Booth said honestly.
Hannah nod yes a silent okay and I don't believe you all in one.
"Seeley, you know you can talk to me." Hannah's voice for the first time was not filled with the strong confidence he was use too, instead her voice was hesitant almost nervous of the answer she would receive.
Booth only stare at her a moment trying to gather his thoughts quickly.
Hannah filled the long silence, "I mean it's not like we haven't talked about everything under the sun and more for the past week and a half." Hannah shot him a smile trying to ease the tension she felt.
Though, her words only triggered a memory...the sun? The sun? An image of the blue eyed brunette sitting on a bench next to him flashed through his mind, but why? It was on the tip of his tongue. Though, what was the dream woman saying to him? Her eyes were so full of pent up emotion? He saw her lips move even in the middle of the day, though he knew not what she said only that it meant something. Whenever he saw her it meant something. She was something, day dreams or in the unconscious world she always delivered warmth, passion, a sense of security and belonging . She had to be real, was she his girl friend? Oh God what if she was his wife? That question made him inhale sharply.
"Seeley, are you sure you are okay?" Hannah asked again this time a bit more concerned her voice soothing.
Booth started to speak but then closed his mouth. "I said I was fine Hannah, and you said we could talk, right?"
"Of course." she said in a uplifted voice.
"I have to be honest with you Hannah, I'm not fine. I have reoccurring dreams, it's about a woman. I don't know who she is only that I can't forget her, her face haunts me throughout the night. I have trouble sleeping because of the dreams. They are so real, have you ever had a dream so real you didn't know whether you were awake or asleep?" Booth asked.
Hannah had an idea who the woman was and instinctively pulled back inhaling a breath. She nodded yes answering his question.
"I can't figure out if she is real or if she is a figment of my imagination. I have no recollection of her, I need time to figure these dreams out. Sleeping pills or something, I don't know." Booth said rubbing his face.
"Maybe ask the doc for some sleeping pills." Hannah said not mentioning the letters she had read. She felt a pang of guilt because of it too, it was wrong and she usually didn't do such things.
Booth nod, "Yeah, maybe."
Night had come and Booth knew what was to come with it, the doc had given him pills and he stared at them a moment then decided he didn't want to not see his dream woman tonight. He tossed a pill in the port a potty and then lay in his rack.
"Seeley?" Hannah's voice was soothing and he hadn't yet fallen asleep so he turned over to look at her.
"Hhmm?"
"Did you take the pills?"
Booth nod yes.
"I hope you sleep better tonight." she said reaching across and grabbing his hand giving it a gentle squeeze. "It will be okay, you will be okay." she soothed.
He smiled at Hannah, smiled because he would sleep good, because night was the best part of his twenty four hour day. Night was when he fell into his dream world and sure enough there she was, his dream woman. They were sitting in the dark on a bed, she was crying they both were sad, this was not a good dream. It was one of those dreams where you watched what was happening, as if he was on the television acting out a chapter in his life.
He watched as the dream women clung to him and whispered something, she lay on his chest murmuring two words. He tried to make them out "not..." Not what, he wondered? What did she not want? He said something back and then the moment was gone. Now he watch the reoccurring airport dream, watched as he took her hand in his and her glossy eyes stare into his longingly. Then as soon as she was there her hand in his, she was gone. The inevitable dawn waking him.
"Good morning Seeley. Did you sleep better last night?" Hannah asked hoping the pills had worked.
Booth nod yes, he couldn't admit he didn't take the pills because he had become addicted to his dreams, he didn't want them to end. Bring on the restless nights if it meant he could see his mysterious dream woman.
When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The giving up is the hardest part
She takes you in with her crying eyes
Then all at once you have to say goodbye
Wondering could you stay my love?
Will you wake up by my side?
No she can't, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone...
Brennan was falling asleep but before she drifted off she checked her computer holding out hope for a message from Booth. She sighed inwardly, and glanced around her room. Her eyes settled on Daisy and she found herself jealous of how easy Ms. Wick fell asleep. Brennan knew it would be hours until she fell asleep and when she finally did, it would not be a deep slumber but a restless night full endless dreams. She glanced at the computers empty inbox once more and then set it down laying back in her bed. What did she have to do to get in contact with him? Did he have access to a computer or was he just to busy? Her mind raced, she was right, sleep would not come easy.
Now do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hands
Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hands?
Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hands?
Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my , roses in my hands?
Would you get them if i did?
No you won't, 'cause you're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone...
Rogers, Booth and Hannah walked along together when the CO (commanding officer) called Hannah over to him. Rogers and Booth paused momentarily and then continued as they saw she was being directed to speak with someone else. Neither men questioned it, there was no 'why' in the military. You became accustom to just letting things play out and keeping quiet.
Rogers scrunched his nose at a smell and both men looked to a dead animal corpse. "Damn feral dogs, they are everywhere. Looks like that guy is nothing but a bag of bones now, eh Sarge?"
Booth stopped and Rogers looked at him oddly as his expression was that of shock. "It's Bones, Oh God...Bones."
"Yeah, they are just dog's bones Sarge."
"The woman in my dreams, the woman of my dreams. She's real! I know who...never mind." He gave Rogers a quick guy hug patting him on the back "Thanks I owe you Rogers." then he turned around and started back to leatherneck where the computer was. Rogers stood dumbfounded as he watched Booth walk away. Hannah walked up to Rogers.
"Where did Sergeant Booth go?" she asked.
"I don't know I said something about bones and he wigged out." Rogers said shrugging his shoulders as Hannah processed the information. He had remembered, now what?
On his way back, reality smacked Booth in the face snapping him out of it as memories of her of them flooded his mind. He remembered what she had said in that dark room, his room before he left as she cried and they made love. She said not tonight, she didn't want him to leave that night."...ten more minutes Booth.", she had whispered in the early morning as the alarm woke them both. A sad reminder of the events the day was to bring and the goodbyes it would hold.
Booth thought if his mornings were dreaded before he knew the mystery woman in his dreams, was actually, the woman of his dreams. If they were dreaded before he knew she was real, and even before he remembered being with her. He could not begin to fathom what tomorrow morning would feel like. He just knew one thing for sure, he was here and she was not and that's all there was to it. "... just hold me ten more minutes Booth."
When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part...
Dreaming With A Broken Heart- John Mayer. I still have the whole Hannah and opening his messages thing to see too. I don't know, I wouldn't like that and I'm seeing how I will handle it. Also, I feel as if I'm leaving Bren out a bit so I will get more' into' the story in a bit. I know first hand what it feels like to wait on that overseas message and to figure out how to set up skype etc. Hope you like it thus far.
