Feeling the wind get knocked out of him, Sgt. Seeley Booth landed on the roof, quickly rolling away before his crazy scientist landed on top of him. He sat back and felt the sting of the gravel embedded in his palms and brushed them off on his pants.
Booth looked over at Bones, who had just done a face-plant, and her nose was bleeding. He scooted over to her and looked at her face, wiping the blood from her face with his handkerchief.
"Ya okay there, Bones?" He asked, standing up and hearing his knees pop. He stretched out a hand for her to grab, and she gladly took it.
"Yes…it seems I had miscalculated-"
She felt something hard hit her back and she yelped and crashed into Booth, both of them sprawled on top of each other, their faces mere inches away.
"Sorry…" She whispered, staring into his eyes, not really wanting to leave this comfortable spot.
"Ahhh, sorry, Sarge!" Manelli said, as he crawled off of Dr. Brennan and shook his head. He stood and stumbled a bit over Brennan's legs but caught himself. Manelli looked over at the two and sighed impatiently.
"I know you and the doctor have a thing for each other, so after this whole situation is behind us, take a vacation! To the Bahamas! There'll be no interruptions there-"
Booth interrupted Manelli's taunt by kicking him in the leg, and then Booth and Bones stood, looking around them.
"Alright, now that we're all…not here…" Booth looked around, and wondered where the rest of the squints went.
Bones heard a quiet 'help' come from over the edge of the building and they all rushed over to the side. Angela had a death grip on the edge and she struggled to keep it, while Hodgins, her estranged lover, was holding onto her thigh for dear life.
Booth grabbed Angela's wrist and Bones stretched out her hand to grasp Angela's flailing arm. Angela looked up at both of them and sighed in relief as she saw her best friend and the hunky army guy help her.
The two pulled her up and Angela and Hodgins rolled onto the roof, gasping for air as if they were flopping fish. Angela sat up and stood quickly, helping Hodgy up and looked at Manelli.
"We only have 45 minutes left." She said, and sprinted off toward the motionless huey.
The rest followed and hopped up on the platform. Booth opened the door for the ladies and they all jumped in without question. Hodgins stepped up to it and then stopped. Booth looked at him curiously.
"What are you waiting for? An invitation?" He asked crudely.
"Well, I thought I could sit up front-"
Hodgins was cut short as he was pushed into the chopper and slammed the door shut, locking it.
Manelli opened the front passenger door and slid inside, shutting the door behind him after Booth slid into the pilot's seat and shut his.
Booth strapped on his seat belt-as did the rest- and fiddled his fingers over the billions of buttons and gadgets. He scratched his head and pushed a large red button the said propeller on it and was satisfied when the propellers started to rotate. He and Manelli slapped on their earmuffs and Booth carefully chose his next button.
"You sure you know what you're doing there, Sarge?" Manelli asked in the radio that resided in his earmuffs.
"Not a clue." Booth said with a large smile.
Manelli held onto his seat and closed his eyes, as he knew this was his certain doom.
Booth scanned the dash and turned on some switches and the helicopter roared to life. He smiled and wrapped his fingers onto the cyclic and placed his other hand on the collective and placed his foot on the rudder. In no time flat they were in the air and he steered the beast north. Soon, they would be out of the city, and somewhere safe.
Bones sat back on the seat and sighed in relief. They were almost there. She looked out the window and saw a desolate looking D.C.. Her home for nearly three years had just been turned into a desolate wasteland in the span of one night. She turned her attention to the snazzy pilot. After this was over, would she be able to spend time with him. Her stomach started to twist in a knot and her heart began to ache just thinking about that.
Of course, she stopped her thinking right there.
This isn't rational. It's not like he's going to stay. It's foolish to think otherwise.
Or was it? She enjoyed being around Booth, but, also hated it. He always made her think irrationally, and that was not healthy-actually, being around him was not healthy. The last time she was with them, they were in a jungle trying to survive from man-eating insects and giant snakes, and now they were on the run from flesh-eating drones, and trying to fly away from an imminent demise.
But, when she was with him, her life was so crazy, so irregular, she dared say, she liked it. Her life was never that exciting until she met him.
Shaking those weary feelings away from her mind, she looked over at her best friend. She actually fell asleep against Hodgins shoulder. She seemed wiped out. Seeing this, she noticed she too was falling victim of fatigue and decided to get a little rest while she could.
Night had fallen very quickly and Manelli pointed outside the cockpit.
"Watch it! Watch it!" He shouted into the radio.
Booth cursed and he flew over the power lines he would have crashed into. Manelli glared at him.
"There's a reason that there are those monumentally-huge balls on the power lines, Sarge."
Booth just gave him a dirty look and looked back out at the sky. His attention had wondered to a certain person in the back. He started to think that this little adventure was over…so…I guess he wouldn't be seeing her much anymore…and that was about the time he almost hit the power lines.
Focusing a bit harder, he chugged his way through the air and looked at his watch. They had about 15 minutes left until the poopy hit the paddle, so they were making good time.
Once they flew out of Washington, the nuke destroyed the infected city and Booth and Bones were hitched, Manelli, Hodgins, and Angela had a love triangle and all was swell in the world.
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A/N: My good people, I'm sorry, but I'm truly tired of this stupid stry and have officially ended it. Now, I've got two great ideas that I want a consensus on! The plot between Bones and Booth will be slightly different, but more fluffy. Now- would you rather read Booth and Bones stranded alone in Africa, being chase by mad lions, indigenous warriors, and hungry, hungry hippos? Or have Booth and a team (that will get picked off ) have to go and save a certain scientist from her uncertain doom on a strange top secret island called Isla Sorna? I'm itching to write so a reply tonight will have to be made- if none comes- I've already got one started so- you make the choice! Again, I apologize for the sucky stry and I promise I'll do much better. I'm going to delete this stry from fanfic archives just as soon as the people who actually want to read it-has read it! Tank you all for sticking to it!
