I know this is short, but( and I know this sounds like a crazy and annoying artist) this chapter just seems to speak to me. It demands to be short. My creativity has deserted me in my hour of need. Bastard.
Brennan
"Sweetie," The second she saw me, she pulled me into one of her hugs. The one that warms you from the inside out.
I didn't want warmth, "Where is she, Angela?"
"Excuse me?" she asked. She scowled, "I'm sorry, Bren, but you left me, Parker, everyone out to dry. Did you really think that Booth's death only affected you? I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but it hurt all of us."
"Shut up," I commanded, "He left me with a daughter. You could move on! You could forget! I couldn't and it only hurt that much more!"
"You think moving on is forgetting?" she yelled.
I was about to retort when something big lifted me from the back of my collar. Parker had literally lifted both of us and shook us like dogs, "Stop fighting!" he commanded before dropping us, "Sheesh. You two used to be friends. Now I have to keep you from killing each other!"
"Where is she?" I yelled, "I don't care if you are a federal agent, I will have you arrested for kidnapping!"
"How?" his voice was calm and collected, "Christie is legally eighteen. As I recall, there was no sign of a struggle, so the best that can be said is that she ran away, Legally. Sound familiar?"
"You have no reason why I ran away!" I accused.
"Then enlighten us," he challenged, "Why? You were Dad's best friend and partner. And you left an nine-year-old boy hanging, mourning his father's loss. All you did was give me advice!"
"What was I supposed to do?" I asked, "What? Wake up every morning and see remnders of him every day? Tried that. It hurt. I didn't want to repeat with a daughter in tow."
"So you raised her not to know who her father was?" asked Angela, "To always wonder about the rest of her family? To never now what a great man he was?"
"Was! Angela, that's just it, was! He's gone! He's not coming back! And he left me a broken promise?
"What broken promise?" Parker.
Tears stung my eyes now, "We were drinking..."
"We should really stop now, Booth. We won't be able to drive home."
"Aww, come on Bones! A few more shots!"
"Fine. But only a few more."
"Thata girl."
"And we had too much.."
"You are really drunk, Booth."
"I'm really drunk? You're the one who is swaying from side to side."
"I'm not swaying... the ground is just moving on it's own..."
"We woke in a hotel room and..."
"Aww, my head. Wait, Bones?"
"...."
The mad dash to get dressed. The awkwardness and tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a saw. The fear of losing my best friend and partner to this awkwardness.
"His cell phone rang... and.."
"Booth... what, it's my day off... fine... I'll be a little late."
"He promised... he promised..."
"Bones, I promise to talk about this. We will."
"He never kept his promise!" I sobbed. Angela hugged me. I held on for dear life as the memories started to swell to the surface.
Remember, I want three reviews. You guys have been a little slack.
