Thanks for much for your encouraging reviews. I'm glad you like my version of what happened between season 7 and season 8.
I definitely don't own Bones.
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Booth had spent most of the evening in his bedroom. He'd needed to be alone and with Jared and Lester in the house, the only way he could get any solitude was to stay in his bedroom. Sitting up in bed, leaning against the headboard, Booth held a picture of Brennan and Christine in his hand, "I thought when you went away, I'd die of loneliness. What a laugh, hell, I have to hide in our bedroom to get any peace and quiet. My life is so screwed up right now I don't know what to do. . . Where the hell are you Bones? You should have taken me with you."
Running a finger down the side of his absent lover's face, Booth told her, "Pelant is insane, Bones. He's killed Hannah and Karl. I . . . I feel bad that she ever knew me, Bones. Pelant went after her and Karl because of me. I'm so scared he's going to kill everyone I know. I don't know why he just doesn't kill me and get it over with. He . . ."
Eyes growing heavy, Booth placed the picture on his nightstand and lay down. His thoughts wandering, his last thought was of Brennan holding Christine in her arms. Tired he fell asleep.
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His dreams taking a nasty turn, Booth found himself in the grip of a horrifying nightmare. Watching Pelant slowly torture Brennan, killing her slowly in front of him, Booth started to scream. Trying to make Pelant stop, he found that he was tied up and he couldn't move. Blood was everywhere and to his horror, Brennan started screaming the name of their child. Not seeing Christine, Booth started yelling for his daughter. Pelant amused at the anguished cries from his victims laughed.
Agent Harris, sitting in the living room, heard the yells coming from upstairs. Lester had ended his shift an hour ago and had gone home, letting Harris into the house before he left. His heart racing, he ran upstairs only to find Jared charging down the hallway towards Booth's bedroom door. Throwing the door open, Jared rushed into the room and racing across the room, grabbed Booth into his arms, "Seeley, damn it, wake up."
Harris felt sick hearing the shuddering screams coming from Booth, seeing his sweat soaked body thrashing on the bed.
Suddenly, Booth jerked awake, gasping for breath. Jared, seeing his brother was awake released him and stepped back, "It was just a bad dream."
Nodding his head, Booth breathed deeply. Licking his lips, he turned to stare at his brother, "Thanks."
Nodding his head, Jared responded, "Yeah, no problem."
Making shooing motions with his hands towards Harris, Jared walked towards the doorway. Harris stepping into the hallway, watched Jared exit the room and then close the door behind him.
Shaking his head, Harris walked back downstairs and over to the couch. Picking up the TV remote he started channel surfing not settling on any station. Frustrated, Harris stood up, threw the remote on the couch and walked over to the picture window and looked out, watching the sun start to rise.
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After taking a shower and dressing in his black suit and light blue shirt, Booth wandered down stairs to find Harris in the kitchen, cooking.
Watching Harris moving around the kitchen, Booth finally spoke, "What are you doing?"
Removing a tray of baked biscuits out the oven, Harris answered, "What does it look like I'm doing? I got hungry and I decided to make me some breakfast. You can join me if you want, I found a tube of biscuits in the fridge so I baked those and I fried up some bacon and scrambled some eggs. It's all ready although I'm sure my eggs are cold by now. I should have waited until the biscuits were done."
Shaking his head, Booth walked over to the fridge and pulled out the butter and jelly. "Listen I don't want you cooking, alright. If you want breakfast then bring it with you."
Rolling his eyes, Harris replied, "Look Booth, you got to eat, I got to eat and if that lazy ass brother of yours will come down early enough, he has to eat. I cooked breakfast because I was bored and I was hungry. You think its fun sitting around watching TV waiting for everyone to wake up? I've been up since three this morning and I'm hungry. You don't want me to cook, tough shit. Eat with me or not; but, I don't care. This is a bullshit assignment and I'm seriously thinking about loosening the lug nuts on numb nuts wheels on his car and seeing if that will bring us a regime change."
Frowning, Booth carried the butter and jelly to the table while Harris carried two plates with bacon, eggs and biscuits on them, two forks in his jacket pocket.
Sitting at the table, Booth asked, "When you're talking about numb nuts?"
Smiling, Harris sat down and handed Booth a fork from his pocket, "That asshole Flynn, who else would I be talking about?"
Shaking his head, Booth responded, "He's your boss and I better not hear about him having an accident any time soon or I'll beat the shit out of you."
Buttering a biscuit, Harris caustically replied, "Quit saying that idiot is my boss. You're my boss and I don't give a flying fig what you say about it. I don't answer to him. . . . Would you really beat me up if numb nuts gets in an accident? I mean an accident by definition is an accident. It seems kind of harsh to hold me accountable for accidents."
Exasperated, Booth responded, "You just said you're going to loosen the nuts on this wheels."
Snorting, Harris replied, "Oh come on, I was kidding. If I do anything, I'm not going to tell anyone, I'll just do it. I'm not stupid."
Rolling his eyes, Booth picked up a piece of bacon and watched it wilt, "Who taught you how to cook bacon? Bacon should be crispy."
Frowning, Harris leaned over and jerked the piece out of Booth's hand, "You don't like it don't eat it."
Shaking his head, Booth scooped some of the eggs into his mouth, "Okay, these aren't too bad."
Grimacing, Harris folded the bacon and put it in his mouth, "Gee, I'm overwhelmed with that compliment. Let's not get all mushy or anything."
Ignoring Harris, Booth continued to eat his eggs and biscuits.
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