AN: Who knew that I was capable of writing semi-short chapters, let alone updating so quickly. I guess its because of all the reviews flooding my inbox, they make me feel awesome so I think, I will write another chapter, and another and another. HA THATS THE KEY! MORE REVIEWS! FASTER CHAPTERS! *gasps* Who knew? But Don't be fooled. I'm having fun being evil *muahahahahhahahahahaha* *disappears in a poof of smoke that says... ...
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Booth stared at his thumb as it crossed across the back of her hand once again. He had been watching the movement of his thumb for the past 3 hours, because truthfully, he couldn't bear to look at her face. It scared him.
Her face was a pale he never thought existed, painted with cuts and bruises a color he had never seen before. He imagined that if he could see her eyes they would be an overly faded color of grey, completely drained of color. He admitted to himself a long while ago, that if her chest wasn't moving, he would have guessed that she was dead.
He choked out a small sob and covered his eyes with hand, quickly wiping the built up tears that spilled over his cheek.
"Agent Booth," a masculine, but calm voice said.
Booth turned and saw Cullen, his heart dropping as he noticed a stack of papers in his hand "Those aren't…"
"They are," Cullen said, nodding his head once, and stepping further into the room.
"No," Booth said angrily, his hands starting to shake slightly "No, you can't do this."
"I can Agent Booth and I will," Cullen said, extending his arm, and pushing the papers towards Booth.
"No!" Booth said angrily, standing up and throwing the chair back "I would have fucking left no matter what! You can't lose your liaison with the Jeffersonian, and there's no one else who would work with squints, let alone one that the squints would let in. They told me personally I am the only agent they would accept, and they are a tight-knit family."
"I don't care Agent Booth," Cullen said, extending his arm further "Take the papers, and sign them please."
"Hell no! You would have had to go through Sweets. Did you ask him? He would verify that I have always been protective of Bones and that if I knew that she was in danger I would drop whatever the hell I was doing to keep her safe!"
"Well a great god damn job you did of that Agent!" Cullen screamed.
Booth shook with anger and thrust Cullen against the wall, his fists balled and curling his jacket as his eyes burnt into him "How dare you say that to me?" he hissed "Think about how it would be if you were here! What the fuck would you have done if your daughter was still alive, and she was going to get hurt? Would you try and stop it? Or would you finish your god damn mission?"
Cullen's nostrils flared "That's inappropriate Agent Booth; I never thought that you of all people would throw my dead daughter into a situation like this."
"I never thought that you of all people wouldn't understand how I feel about this woman," Booth hissed "You're the one that claimed that watching me gawk at her for 4 years was sad."
"This is final Agent Booth!" Cullen yelled.
"NO!" Booth screamed, slamming Cullen harder into the wall "You're a fucking idiot if you think that separating me from her is going to help!"
The two men's fighting stopped as they noticed that the machine monitoring Brennan's heart rate started beating erratically. They stood stunned as a long red line appeared across the line, a single monotone sound filling the hospital, while nurses and doctors ran into the room and pulled the crash cart from the corner of the room to her bedside.
One nurse opened Brennan's gown while the other nurse placed the paddles together, pressing the red buttons as she waited for it to charge. "Clear," she said in a calm tone, placing the paddles to her chest and sending a current of electricity through Brennan that made her whole body jerked.
"Still unresponsive," the other nurse said, her fingers pressed to Brennan's neck as she checked to make sure the monitor was functioning correctly.
The nurse with the cart pressed the paddles together and said "Clear," again before jolting Brennan back to life.
The monitor beeped slowly, and softly as it alerted the whole room of Brennan's restarted heart.
"What did I tell you guys," the nurse with the crash cart said as she pushed it back into the corner "I said no fighting! I'm sorry but we were nice enough to allow you back here in the ICU, but now that liaison agreement isn't enough, I'm going to have to ask you to go back to the waiting room or leave."
Cullen shoved Booth off and placed the papers in Booth's unexpected hands "I myself will be going," he stated as he turned and stalked off, straightening his jacket as he walked through the doors to the waiting room.
"Sir," the nurse said again, nodding towards the door "Please go out into the waiting room."
Booth narrowed his eyes and huffed, turning and walking down the hall slowly. He threw the papers into the trashcan against the wall and pushed open the doors of the waiting room, noticing that Hodgins and Cam had switched their turns.
"Why are you out here?" Cam asked.
"They kicked me out," Booth growled, sitting down in one of the chairs as his hands clenched and unclenched in anger.
"What? Why?" Cam asked in disbelief, the magazine falling into her lap in disinterest.
"Because Cullen brought me the papers for the severing of our partnership," Booth hissed, as he cracked his knuckles unconsciously.
"Why would he do that?" Cam asked.
"Because he thinks that being in a physical relationship with Bones has affected my work negatively. I heard that she was going to get hurt, and I left the mission to go try and save her, but I guess he doesn't realize that I would have protected her no matter where I stood with her," Booth growled angrily, trying to fight the temptation to punch another wall.
"Where are the forms?" Cam asked.
"I threw them out," Booth growled.
"Ok," Cam said, "I'm going to call Sweets and talk to him; it's obvious that Cullen did not go through Sweets when he thought of this, because Sweets would have talked him out of it."
"You don't have too, and if I have to deal with the kid lecturing me right now I just might kill him…" Booth warned.
"Duly noted, now will you please try not to give any of the nurses a hard time while I go out and call him?" Cam begged, standing up and looking down to him with her phone in her hand.
"I'll try," Booth said, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest defensively, glaring as the nurse that threw him out exited the ICU.
Cam squeezed his shoulder reassuringly and walked out of the sliding doors before dialing the number of the bright young psychologist, while Booth sat in the waiting room glaring at every passing soul.
Lisa pressed against the doors and walked through the waiting room, stopping and turning towards Booth "Why are you out here?" she asked.
Booth looked up; glad that it was the one nurse that he could stand "I got thrown out."
"Why?" Lisa asked.
"I got into a fight with my boss and Bones…she…"
"Crashed…" Lisa finished grimly.
"Yeah, that," Booth hissed, as he chewed on his finger nails.
"Why were you fighting with your boss?" Lisa asked "I apologize if I'm meddling."
Booth shrugged "You aren't bothering me, and we were fighting because he wanted to sever Bones and I's partnership because I left this raid to protect her, when I heard the gang members say that they were going to hurt her. He thinks that I left because I'm going out with her, but he doesn't realize that I have protected her for the whole 4 years that we have been partners."
"Is anyone doing anything about that? Because even I know that's absurd," Lisa said, pointing the folder in her hand towards herself.
"Yeah my friend Cam is calling my therapist, well Bones' and mine. We had to go into therapy because we bickered too much," Booth said, smirking to himself as he recalled many of the bickers they shared.
"Well that's good," Lisa said "I have to go take this folder to Dr. White, but I hope that everything turns out ok."
"Thanks," Booth said, giving her a weak smile "By the way, you don't mind if I ask what your name is?"
"Ah, not at all," Lisa said with a smile, placing her hand out "I'm Lisa. Lisa Cunningham."
"Well it's nice to meet you Lisa," Booth said, taking her hand and shaking it to the extent that he could "As you know I'm Seeley Booth."
Lisa chuckled "And it's been an honor meeting you, and I would love to chat but as I said, I gotta run this to the good doctor."
"Alright," Booth said, pulling his hand back and running his nails over the skin of his knuckles absent-mindedly.
A nurse burst through the doors "Lisa!" she called "Lisa!"
Lisa turned around "What's up Kathy?"
"Come here, you'll want to see this," the woman named Kathy said as she disappeared into the ICU.
Lisa looked at Booth confused and followed after Kathy, turning into Brennan's room where multiple nurses were gathered around her.
"What is it?" Lisa asked.
"Booth," Brennan whispered almost inaudibly, her fingers twitching slightly before she fell still again.
"She's been doing this for about 15 minutes now, we tried to talk to her but she keeps saying 'Booth'," Kathy said.
"The man that was in here earlier, that got kicked out of her room, his name is Seeley Booth, her boyfriend, that's who she wants," Lisa said.
"But he got kicked out," Kathy said.
"Obviously," Lisa said "And who cares at this point, he could help her out of her coma, and we are here to help," she said, shrugging and jogging towards the swinging doors. She poked her head out and whistled, catching Booth's attention and jerking her head towards the doors.
He raised his eye brow questioningly and stood, walking over to her and stepping into the brightly lit hall way. She twitched her fingers and motioned for him to follow as she led him to Brennan's room "She's asking for you," she said with a smile, as a look a pure shock overcame his face.
He turned and pushed into her room, pulling the chair up behind him and sitting close to her.
"Booth," she whispered again.
Booth reached up and brushed his hand over her hair "I'm here," he whispered "I'm here baby I'm here."
"Booth," she said again, her fingers twitching as she tried to move her hand.
He looked down and laced his fingers with hers delicately, "I'm right here," he said, kissing her temple lightly, and stroking her hair encouragingly.
Her eyes fluttered and her fingers twitched against his, her parched and broken lips moving as she tried to say something else.
"Come on Bones, babe what's wrong. You can tell me," Booth coaxed, applying light pressure to their intertwined fingers.
"It…" she started slowly "I…hurt."
Booth chuckled softly and kissed her forehead again, nodding to Lisa as she injected the painkillers into her IV drip.
"Don't worry babe, you won't hurt much longer. Take a nap, and I'll be here when you wake up," Booth said quietly, resting his head against hers.
"Hmm," she said quietly, her fingers going limp as the pain medications quickly made their way to her brain. Her eyes stopped fluttering and her limbs relaxed, as she moved from a coma, to a peaceful sleep.
Me: *watches as Booth jumps up and down happily* K dude seriously, chill.
Booth: Why? She's awake!
Me: No she's not, she's asleep.
Booth: But she's out of her coma!
Me: Yeah, but she still doesn't know about cha baby!
Booth: Damn you!
Me: *shrugs* I do what I can...
Booth: You enjoy making everyone's life hell don't you?
Me: *smiles wide* YUP!
Booth: You are an evil teenager...
Me: I'm a teenager, that should be enough.
Booth: You better make this better soon.
Me: Hey man, as long as I get reviews, stuff's gonna happen, whether that stuff be good or bad is decided on how I feel...
Booth: Well take some happy pills and humor me.
Me: Ehh...NO!
Booth: *growls and starts shooting*
Me: AHHH REVIEW AND GET HIM TO STOP OR NO MORE STORY AT ALL. SHIT TONTO CHILL *dodges bullet*
