Hellooooo, readers! I bet you all thought I abandoned you and left this story to fall into pieces and shatter... Well, I didn't. Once the actual Season 6 started, I was just like, "Whoa... I couldn't even imagine that." So yadda-yadda, I fell behind my own goddamn schedule. So, here is my disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN BONES OR ANY THING AFFILIATED WITH BONES. And, here is chapter 9.
She jerked awake, sitting upright. She could feel the sweat that had soaked the sheets beneath her, the heavy drumming of her heart. These nightmares were not conducive to getting a good night's sleep. She groaned before throwing herself back into the pillows. Why was this happening? She closed her eyes and saw a glimpse of what startled her awake. So, she lay there, eyes wide, afraid of death all of a sudden. She hoped Booth was alright. After dressing, she decided to try reaching him at the base. Please let him be there, she thought. The phone rang, and rang. After stating who she was and to whom she wished to speak, she was put on hold. "I'm sorry, ma'am. He's no longer with us," the officer had said to her. What did he mean? Was Booth not at that particular base? Or was Booth... No, forget it Brennan. He is fine.
She couldn't bring herself to work. It had been too long since she'd talked to her partner. What is he doing now, she thought. There has to be an easier way of coping with… what? Withdrawal? Homesickness?
Booth stepped off the small jet, instantly squinting behind sunglasses at the bright sun. He welcomed this sunlight; this was Indonesia. The light here was different. It was the same sun his Bones had been living under for quite some time now. His Bones. God, he couldn't wait to see her.
Once he'd gotten to her camp site, he immediately spotted Daisy and walked over. "Boo!"
The young woman spun quickly and shrieked at the man who brought with him some essence of home.
"Agent Booth! What are you doing here? Oh, wait, are you here to see Dr. Brennan? But, of course you are; that is so cute! She is going to be so excited!"
He just looked at her with wide eyes as she continued on and on about how "Dr. Brennan hasn't been herself lately" and that she's actually been "sitting in her hotel room for the whole afternoon."
"Where is she now, Daisy?"
Running. That's an activity she had not partaken in, in quite some time now. It was freeing her anxiety out into the open air. Sweat had already formed on the back of her neck and under her arms, and although her weakened legs burned from lack of exercise, she pushed on. Temperance came to the end of what had seemed to be a never-ending riverbed and turned to run back. A nice shower was what she needed first and foremost… Maybe then she'd be able to work.
As she swiped her card and walked into her room, Brennan toed off her shoes and peeled off the wet t-shirt. "God, it's so hot in…" she let the sentence hang in the air when she looked down at the duffel bag that lay in the middle of the room. The bathroom door flung open and that's when her eyes expanded with surprise. "Booth?"
I knowwww, it's short. Stop complaining, damn! I need feedback on this you guys, seriously. I want you to tell me what your expectations were, and if I met them or not. Just, not too harshly, kay? ;)
Also, quick sidenote: I dunno how many of the readers I get are Rizzoli & Isles fans, but I am a DORK/NERD/GEEK/SUPERFANGIRL for that show. And, that's another reason I haven't been working on "You've Got Mail". I'm trying to finish a story I started for that, too. And, hey, if you have ideas that you would like me to consider taking under my wing, no shame in askin'. I don't bite. Good? Good!
-bones freek-
