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Chapter Twenty-Eight
The crowds roared, children laughed and cheered, running around their parents legs and waving up to the big brave men, not understanding exactly what they were thanking them for. They just knew that these were the good guys and they were to be cherished for it. So they waved and cheered, and little girls giggled when they waved back, while little boys' chests puffed out in pride.
Booth didn't hear or see any of this, though. Her words rang out in her ears and her face, her beautiful, feminine face flashed before his eyes. "Thank you...for everything." Booth shuddered.
How dare she? How dare she betray him like this? How dare she make him question his own sexuality, his sanity? How dare she make his so pissed off that he almost killed her? But then didn't! Like a coward! And then he gave her the excuse about a debt repaid, but he knew the truth! He didn't kill her just because he saved her life! Ha! He wished it was that simple! He didn't kill her because his heart wouldn't let him...because if he had gone with it...well, he just knew that his heart would break the second she stopped breathing. He could deal with the pain of war, even with the pain of complete, utter betrayal...but he could never live with himself if he ever killed her. If he ever killed the one he lo-
"Booth!" Booth's eyes widened at the sound. It was as if she were- "Booth! Over here! BOOTH!" His head shot around, his gorgeous brown eyes surveying the crowd, looking for the source of the voice. Surely, it couldn't be her. Surely, she had better sense than to- "BOOTH! OVER HERE!"
Suddenly, Booth's chocolatey brown eyes met icy blue. Somewhere past the crowd, she was attempting to get through, making people move aside, yelling out for them to move, adding a please and thank you here and there.
"Booth!" She exclaimed, once she finally got through, leaving a trail of disgruntled peasants in her wake, who'd been enjoying the parade until she came along. "Booth! I have to talk to you!"
Booth, whose heart had started pounding the second he heard her voice, and who had to suppress a smile at seeing her beautiful face again, made his face into the wall of steel it was when he left her. "There's nothing more to talk about, Bones." he growled. "It's over. Go home."
"But, Booth! The Gravedigger, he-"
"The Gravedigger is dead, Bones." Booth said, turning away from her and urging Camille forward. "End of story. Just go."
"But, Booth, I saw him! He climbed out of the ravine! He's on his way to-"
"Bones! ENOUGH!" Booth exclaimed. "No more of your lies! I can't take it anymore. Just take your horse and go! NOW!"
"But-"
"NOW!" Booth roared, before racing away from them, towards the front of the parade line, where Hank was leading the troops.
"What was all that about, Shrimp?" Hank asked. He'd been watching the two go back and forth and it seemed like Temperance had said something that had really upset his grandson.
Booth took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Nothing, Pops." He said, evenly.
"You sure, because Temperance looks a bit-"
"I'm sure!" Booth growled. He took another deep breath. "I'm sorry, Pops, but, yeah, I'm sure. Everything's perfect."
He took one last, lingering glare at Temperance before turning back and forcing a smile at a group of small girls waving up at him, giggling madly.
VVVVVV
Temperance watched Booth race away from her with tears in her eyes.
Why didn't he believe her? Well, that one was obvious...She'd already lied to him so much before, it was only natural that he didn't believe anything she said to him.
But why did he think she was lying about this? To get attention?
Temperance glared at his back. Well, it would serve him right when the Gravedigger does attack.
Her shoulders slacked. No, she didn't want that. Not just to prove to him that she wasn't making everything up. That would put peoples' lives in danger. People would die if she let this happen.
But, what could she do to stop it?
Temperance scanned the ground, trying to find somebody who'd be willing to help her, but most of the people there were men. The only women were doting wives and mothers. Surely, they wouldn't put their families or themselves in danger by following her into battle. And a man wouldn't follow her either way.
Temperance was becoming frustrated with her limited choices when she spotted three men who would do anything in their power to help her, that she knew. She raced towards them, calling their names. "Vincent! Gordon-Gordon! Hodgins! HEY, GUYS!"
The three odd men turned around at the sound of their names being called, by a woman, nonetheless. And all three smiled when they recognized their fellow soldier...well, ex-soldier, Ru-er, Temperance Brennan. "Bones!" they chorused as she raced up.
Temperance was relieved at their apparent elation at seeing her. "Hello!" she said. "It's nice to see you all don't hate me after what happened."
"Never!"
"Of course not!"
"Preposterous!"
Temperance smiled. "Great! Now, I'm gonna need your help with something."
"Anything!"
"You name it!"
"Splendid!"
Her smile widened. "Okay, so about the Gravedigger...he didn't really-"
Suddenly, there was a very large crashing noise and a unanimous gasp of surprise and horror. All four of them turned their faces towards the source of the crash and caught sight of the man himself; the Gravedigger.
And locked tight in an embrace, but more like a choke hold, was none other than the King.
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