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Booth's Dream
(After The Twist in the Twister)
I don't own Bones.
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He had been standing in the yard when he saw the tornado headed his way. Running for the old house a few feet from him, Booth thought there might be a basement that he could hide in; but, once he entered the house he found out that there wasn't a basement. It was just a very old clapboard house and he knew that it wasn't enough to protect him from what was coming.
Opening the back door, he looked to see if there was a ditch or a culvert close by. Not seeing anything, Booth raced to the front door and looked for the much wanted ditch or culvert. Not seeing anything, Booth ran into the living room, opened a closet door and entered into the very small room. Closing the door, Booth sat down and made himself into as small of a target as possible. Last he prayed, "God, if it's my time to go, don't let Bones find my body all torn up. That's all I ask."
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The tornado hit the house and shook it hard. Ripping the roof off of the house, the wind tore through the house, picking up furniture and knick knacks. Some of these things were pulled into the vortex and carried away while others were just pushed out of the house. The staircase above the closet collapsed and all that remained was a small space next to the door where a treadmill had been leaning against the wall. The strength of the tread mill held up the collapsed staircase allowing for a pocket of safety.
Booth, holding onto his legs and holding his face downward, heard the train roaring through the house. The noise was deafening and Booth was never so scared in his life. Thinking about Brennan, Booth thanked God that he had fooled her and had managed to leave her behind at the Jeffersonian that morning. If he survived this, he knew that he would have to deal with a pissed off Brennan; but, at this point, he didn't care.
After a while, Booth realized that his world had suddenly turned silent. The roaring was gone and with it the wind and the rain. Getting up onto his knees, Booth tried to open the closet door and found that he couldn't open it. Pushing as hard as he could, Booth couldn't get the door open. Sitting down, Booth moved his feet so that they were against the door and with as much effort as he could, Booth slammed his feet against the door. Once, twice, thrice, Booth slammed the door. Finally, the door moved away from him, opening several inches. Galvanized, Booth continued to slam the door with his feet causing the door to open inch by inch. As soon as the door was open wide enough, Booth rolled onto his side and pulled himself through the opening.
As soon as he was clear, Booth stood up and looked around. Shocked, Booth found that most of the house was gone. Only two walls were standing and part of the closet. Whistling, Booth stepped over the debris in his path and walked over to the edge of the foundation.
Looking around, Booth saw that his SUV had rolled over and was resting on it's roof. Upset, Booth left the remains of the house and walked out into the debris strewn yard towards his truck. Walking around the truck, Booth could see that it was totaled. Shaking his head, Booth sat down next to his truck, pulled his phone out of his FBI jacket and tried to call Brennan.
After trying several times, Booth realized that he didn't have any bars on his phone. Thinking about it, Booth decided that the tornado had probably destroyed any nearby communication towers; so, he was cut off from Brennan for the time being.
Standing up, Booth started to walk down the gravel road. Seeing the highway in the distance, Booth thought it would be better for him to just hitch hike back to the small town a few miles from where he was and then call Brennan to come get him. He wasn't looking forward to that conversation; but, what the Hell, he was alive and so was his best girl. He didn't give a damn if his truck was totaled. It was just a thing.
As Booth got closer to the highway, Booth thought his eyes must be playing tricks on him. The highway looked strange. Instead of the gray ribbon that it should be it looked yellow. Puzzled, Booth kept staring at the road as he got closer to it. Once he was standing next to the road, Booth scratched his right ear and thought, "Why is the damn road yellow?"
Booth had been standing next to road for a few minutes when a man of small stature came up to him and said, "Hey buddy, town is four miles south of here. It won't be hard to find, just follow the yellow brick road."
His eyes widening, Booth turned to the small man and said, "What the Hell did you say?"
Smiling, the small man said, "Get the wax out of your ears. I said follow the yellow brick road."
Licking his lips, Booth said, "What's going on? Where the Hell am I?"
Nodding his head, the small man said, "Oh you're in the land of OZ. You know, we incorporated a few years ago. We're close enough to Richmond for shopping; but, far enough away to have peace and quiet. Get a grip, follow the yellow brick road. By the way, if you come across a bitch named Ms. West then run like Hell. She isn't too fond of Federal Agents. The tax man repossessed her castle and her flying monkeys for failure to pay back taxes and she's been pissed ever since."
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The rain hitting the bedroom window woke Booth up with a start. Sitting up, Booth looked around to see that he was in his bedroom. Worried when he didn't see Brennan, Booth got out of bed and walked across the room. Hearing the TV playing, Booth opened his bedroom door and walked out into the living room. Looking around, Booth saw Brennan sitting on the couch watching something. Rubbing his head, Booth slowly walked over to the couch and sat down.
Brennan seeing a sleepy Booth sitting down next to her said, "Booth, I found a very interesting movie on television. Have you ever heard of the "Wizard of Oz"?"
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We just had some bad weather blow through here yesterday afternoon and this story popped into my head. I hope you liked it.