Sorry this has taken so long, things just get busy. This is another short, filler type chapter and a warning the chapters after this will be rather disjointed, you will see what I mean. Please read and review :) Enjoy :D
Chapter 25
It had been three weeks since he had left. Brennan was now back in her foster parent's home and was now struggling more and more with the fact that Booth wasn't twenty minutes away. Surprisingly she had managed to keep up a façade of happiness when others were around, that was the only thing that had kept her in the same place. She knew rationally it was best if she stayed with them; they treated her like a person for one and they had gone out of their way to make her feel welcome and like she belonged; but there was also a part of her that wanted out of there, away from the memories of him that were now constantly clouding her mind.
She was lucky to have a friend like Jack nearby and so understanding. She had never had anyone, other than Booth that is, show any interest in her life. While Booth was away he took the role of making sure she was as happy as she could be and that she ate. He was like an over-protective brother most of the time and it pained her to remember that a one point in time she actually had one of those, but now she had to make do with what was in front of her.
Brennan was very much aware that Booth was perfectly safe for now, but when she saw anything related to 'war', she instantly felt sick. She was intelligent, and she knew Booth well and those things combined made her very much aware that he had a very strong possibility of being one of those on the frontline. It made her heart ache thinking about the possibility; she just hoped that for once in her life she was wrong about something.
Booth was struggling, not physically but emotionally everything was coming down on him. He had absolutely now trouble following orders; he could do whatever he was told and regardless of what that was he did it to the best of his ability. But, three weeks away from home and a familiar environment, he was struggling to find the point in all of this. And when it came to that he was reminded of all those who had served before him, his patriotism shone through and he was back, in the closest to right, headspace.
He was surrounded by people day and night, it made it very hard to get any thinking time in. Whenever he did have any quiet time all he thought about was his girlfriend back home, he knew she would be back at the Sanders' house now and he just hoped she wasn't making a difficult situation for herself. He was very much aware that she tended to recluse into herself when put in times such as this, and he also knew that it wasn't the most attractive thing when it came to a foster child.
When he wasn't thinking of his Bones, he thought about his grandfather and brother also back home. His Pops certainly wasn't getting any younger, and he couldn't get rid of the pang of guilt he felt when he thought of the two of them being left alone. He felt it was his duty to be there for his family and being away was a painful reminder of just that. As much as he wanted to serve his country and make some vague sense of an opportunity for himself, he wished he had other options other than the one he was pursuing.
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