Disclaimer: I still don't own Bones
SouthunLady: That's kinda what this is about, she keeps everything compartmentalized and because of it has had a serious issue =D. Brennan is being forced to deal with it.
Mendenbar: Which character are you referring to? Honestly when I write my characters I don't give them a particular race (atleast in my mind) I mean obviously there are some that are blatant Lopez, Goodman ect but other than that eh they're people ya know. Francis gets even dumber bwuahahaha and well evil a little later..but that's for another chapter. I'm with you on the spider thing I am an arachnophobe myself. Thus you don't really see them in my stories =). Meh I don't remember but I don't think I have them running with him.
1956JohnDeere50: Read on to see =P
Nertooold54: Nope I enjoy trashing him while I write him *snicker* every story has one ;-).
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"Booth loves you, nothing that has happened to you or anything you may say because of it will change that. Trust him," she told Brennan quietly
Chapter 35: A Broken Hooch
Brennan sighed but nodded,then Cam smiled and shut down the connection. The nurse returned a moment later and removed her IV and catheter. Booth pulled out a pair of shorts, a tank top, a towel and her shower supplies.
"I'll be right back for you," he told her and disappeared out of the tent. Going to his own tent he gathered his own shower supplies and clothes.
"Hey Parks, I'm taking Bones into the shower can you make sure it's clear?" Booth asked Parks who was laying on the bed reading again. Booth had to wonder if he did anything else.
"Yep," Parks said getting up off the bed. Booth carried the supplies and put them in the shower. Making his way back to Brennan's tent he scooped her up off the bed.
"Booth you are going to hurt your back," she fussed at him.
"Yeah well now your magic fingers are working so it won't be a problem. Besides your light as a feather," he grinned. Snorted at his comparison, she wrapped her arms around his neck. He carried her to the showers and paused near Parks.
"Go ahead, only one in there is Legates. He won't look and he doesn't care if she sees," Parks smirked out.
Booth chuckled and carried her into the showers. Setting her down on the bench he arranged her so she wouldn't fall. Turning to the shower he turned on the water and put their shower supplies in the shower. Stepping back he stripped down then stripped her down gently, trying not to get upset over the bruises all over her.
Picking her up off the bench he stepped into the shower. Letting her legs swing down after tightening his grip on her waist, he stepped forward into the spray of water. Brennan washed her hair while he held her upright. Reaching around in the shower he handed her the body wash she used and let her wash her upper body.
Grabbing her legs, he swung her up in a bridal carry. She washed her legs and feet. When she was finished he stepped out of the shower and handed her a towel. Arranging her on the bench he let her dry herself off. While she was drying off he stepped back into the shower and quickly washed off the sweat of his run. Wrapping his towel around his waist he helped her get dressed. He dried off and pulled on his clean clothes.
Picking up their shower supplies he called out,
"Parks you still out there?"
"Yep," came the reply.
"Good come grab our stuff please," Booth grunted out.
"Yep," Parks grunted back. Brennan grinned at the alpha males grunting at each other.
"A man of few words," Brennan said with a grin.
"Yep," came Parks reply while pulling the curtain open with a smirk on his face.
A sudden boom ricocheted through the air. Parks glanced over his shoulder and Brennan flinched as her eyes glazed over. Booth picked her up sat on the bench and held her close. Forgetting about Parks who was watching in fear Booth held her closer.
"The children there were so many. The grenades everywhere, the children," her voice came out small and choked,"they were still at their desks. Their heads all over the floor. I had to match bodies to heads by machete marks." Her voice cracked as Booth rubbed his hand up and down her leg.
"Jesus," Parks whispered " what the hell."
"Rwanda after the genocide in '94," Booth said around the lump in his throat. Parks face blanched and his eyes got wide when he realized what she was seeing all over again.
"The pregnant women in the ditch, dead with umbilical chords still attached to dead babies. I can see them when I close my eyes. Eight months of identifying victims, eight months of genocide. Why do people do this? Why?" She cried on his shoulder, her shoulders shuddering with sobs.
Parks turned on his heel and fled to the toilets down the line, minutes later Booth heard him getting sick. A few moments later she had calmed down to a sniffle.
"Come on Bones lets get you back to your tent," Booth said in a mellow voice standing up he carried her to the door.
"I have your stuff," Park said sniffing, he really hated being a projectile vomiter.
They were half way to her tent when he heard a voice call out,
"She's pretty Booth but I don't think that I would keep her. She's broken." Booth felt her back stiffen and clenched his jaw in anger.
"Don't listen to that ass Bones. I'm keeping you, your mine," he whispered in her ear. She relaxed only slightly, the fear of rejection because of this still evident in her posture.
Parks set their stuff down while Booth was whispering to her. He walked over and stood in front of Francis. Squinting one eye he looked at him from foot to head. Nodding he reached back and punched Francis square in the face. Francis fell over on his back not expecting the punch. Parks turned around and picked up his stuff.
"Feel better sarge," Juarez called out.
"Yep," he called back cheerfully.
Booth and Brennan continued on to her tent. Parks carried the shower items to his tent. Reaching her arm out Brennan opened the door and Booth carried her inside the tent. Setting her down on the bed, he then handed her a brush. He set her up leaning against one of the supports holding the tent up. She began brushing her hair staring at her lap. Booth leaned up and tilted her chin up with his knuckle. Leaning in closer he kissed her on the lips.
"Bones you are not broken. You are the strongest woman I know. You have carried horrors that he would have been institutionalized for. Don't listen to him 'kay," Booth told her with a serious look on his face. Nodding but not convincingly she continued to brush her hair as the nurse came back to reattach her medical supplies. The nurse replaced the catheter and IV and left as silent as she came in. Booth leaned over cupped her face in his hands, tilted her head up and kissed her again.
"I love you Bones," he said.
"I love you too," she said in a soft voice.
"I'm going to go eat. I'll be right back," he told her in a soft voice. Watching Booth leave the tent she felt the fear that he wouldn't come back rise up in her chest, even though she knew he would because he was a man of his word. Leaning over she pulled her laptop from the table where it sat, opening a word document she began typing furiously. Booth strode into the mess tent and grabbed his dinner. He sat down and Parks sat across from him.
"She was really there wasn't she," Parks said quietly. Booth looked up at Parks and nodded.
"That's the nicer of her memories," Booth mumbled thinking about the bruising he had seen. Parks paled and shuddered at the thought. They ate in silence and Booth left when he was finished. Heading back to her tent he tapped on the door.
"Come in," came her hushed reply.
As Booth stepped into the tent he saw her sitting on the bed and was reminded of the phrase looking like a lost lamb. Laying down on the bed next to her, he made sure his boots were hanging off the edge of the bed, he pulled her down and wrapped his arms around her. Brennan sighed and settled her leg over his, his eyes opened wide and she smiled. Hugging her tight he kissed her temple, turning her head she placed a soft kiss on his lips with a smile.
"Maybe they'll take all this stuff off of you now that you can move your legs," Booth said with a grin.
"I hope so. Catheters are useful but really uncomfortable," she said with a low chuckle.
"Tell me about it," he muttered. She laid there enjoying the feeling of being safe. Booth saw the shadows of the day lenghten then saw a group of shadows begin to gather in front of her tent. Booth saw chairs come out as the men sat down and got comfortable in front of her tent.
"What?" Brennan asked him as she saw his attention drawn to the front of the tent.
"The men's new hang out seems to be in front of your tent instead of their bunk tent," Booth pointed out to her. She pushed up on her elbow then gave a soft laugh.
"Might as well get comfortable, " Booth mumbled. He stood up and started stripping he was down to his boxers when the teleconference screen blinked open. Then an ungodly squeal echoed through the tent and Booth rolled his eyes.
"Booth I will pay 50 bucks for every time I get to see that!" Angela shouted with a huge grin.
Booth blushed and grumbled,
"Angela haven't you ever heard of knocking?"
"Hey I wanted to check on my best friend. The fact that I got to see the sexy FBI agent out of his standard issue armor is a bonus," she replied saucily. Brennan turned when she heard roars of laughter outside the tent.
"Sweetie your moving. You had me so worried. And Goodman I know your out there, don't live vicariously through these two or you will never get any action," Angela yelled and then there was a round of laughter.
"Yeah right did you hear those cats in the briar patches in Indonesia?" Goodman hollered in the tent. Brennan saw Dr. Goodman standing behind Angela and twittered out laughter. Booth looked down at Brennan with a hand on his hip.
"Private you are so ruptured," Brennan called out.
"Busted sweetie," Angela corrected with a giggle.
"Busted Bones, so busted," Booth corrected at the same time as Angela.
"By who?" Goodman called back still laughing.
"Theodore Ross Goodman did you just describe the best forensic anthropologist on the planet as a cat caught in a briar patch?"
"Oh Goodman I am gonna use that against you, your new nickname is going to be Ross," Oaks called out.
Booth's face turned a faint shade of pink that was slowly turning red when he heard,
"Sorry Dr. Brennan."
Brennan hid a smile behind her hand and watched as Booth blushed.
"I hope I didn't not embarrass you Dr. Brennan," Goodman called into the tent.
"No private you didn't, but Booth is blushing enough for both of us," she replied trying to swallow a giggle. Dr. Goodman sighed and looked into the camera.
"Dr. Brennan it is good to hear you laugh. You have changed a lot since I have become an administrator," Dr. Goodman said with a small smile.
"No Dr. Goodman, I have evolved but thank you," she said with a grateful smile.
Dr. Goodman nodded and walked off leaving Angela in front of the computer laughing so hard tears were rolling down her face.
"Now someone please tell me why I don't get to see what's under those, oh my god are those Angelus boxers?" Angela rattled out and heard a burst of laughter from outside. Booth scrubbed his hands down his face as Brennan rolled over carefully and looked at Angela.
"He takes his boxers as serious as he takes his ties," she told her with a twinkle in her eye.
Booth bent over and pulled on his pants receiving a wolf whistle from Angela.
The tent door flew open and Francis slammed in barking,
"What the hell is going on in here?"
Brennan jumped and squealed lightly as her catheter pulled slightly. Booth grabbed a roof support with both hands, crossed his legs and casually leaned into it. And Angela growled a throaty sound full of sexual innuendo.
Glancing over his shoulder he asked,
"You okay Bones?" She nodded a yes while glaring at the man who had just barged into her tent.
"I don't know who you are but Booth is displaying his alpha male characteristics which does not bode well for you," she warned Francis with frown.
"So your the broken hooch. You look better close up than you did from far away," Francis said in a condescending tone aimed at Brennan. There was a rumbling of growls from outside the tent.
"What do you want Francis? Nothing going on here involves you as a matter of fact you were not invited. You entered a tent without authorization," barked Booth. Angela watched wide eyed at the discussion.
"Oooh Booth don't kill him we need you to come back not go to jail," Angela said. Francis barked out a laugh, Brennan looked at Francis and decided she did not like him.
"Booth what's a hooch?" Brennan asked, even though she had heard it before she was not positive of the meaning. He looked over his shoulder and frowned thinking whether he wanted to explain or not.
He sighed and then growled,
"It's not a complementary term for women in an military camp Bones."
Brennan's eyes went flat then narrowed and he saw her put her hand under the blanket and wince. She turned to her hand and slowly removed her IV.
"Bones what are you doing?" Booth barked in annoyance at her removing her medical equipment.
"Sweetie don't hurt him to bad we need you to come home as well," Angela advised. Francis looked over his shoulder and glared at Booth's unit who had squeezed in the door behind him effectively trapping him. Scooting to the edge of the bed Brennan got to her feet and swayed.
"Bones get back in that bed," Booth rumbled at her. Squaring her jaw, Brennan stayed standing swaying slightly. She sat down abruptly when her weakened legs wouldn't hold her and Francis laughed.
"Broken just like I said," Francis said with a smirk. Booth saw red and his eyes went black with rage. Francis kept laughing until Booth pulled back his arm and slammed his fist into Francis's face with a sickening crunch. Francis dusted a full 6 feet of floor with his backside.
"Tempe what the hell is going on in here," Henderson barked having come into the tent and pushed through the men around the door in time to see Francis hit the floor. Brennan stood up and stumbled in a swaying walk to Booth. Standing in front of him she leaned against him for support.
"Booth is causing greenstick fractures to Francis's nasal bone and contusions on his occipital cavity with his phalanges. And if he calls me another degrading moniker I will kick him in his testicles hard enough to cause extensive vomiting with the possibility of enough damage to make sure his reproductive organs are nonfunctional. Which at this point would be a good thing for the human gene pool," Brennan calmly answered. Henderson looked over at the computer screen when he heard laughter rolling from it.
"Can someone tell me what that means in English please?" Henderson said with confusion on his face, having only recognized a few of the words. Booth glanced over at the screen and raised his eyebrow.
"Booth punched him in the face blacking his eye and breaking his nose. And if he calls her a slut or anything like it again she'll kick him in the nuts until he throws up and will be unable to have kids. And the world will be a better place for it," Hodgins translated for them.
"Thanks Hodgins," Booth said with a grin. Henderson started coughing into his hand hiding his laughter.
"Tempe you shouldn't be threatening soldiers it's not dignified or legal." She glared at him and he'd only seen that look once before and he backed up from her. Francis saw his action and blanched realizing that the General was afraid of this woman.
"What else did he call you Tempe?" Henderson asked getting angry with Francis after the idea of him calling her names sunk into his consciousness.
"A hooch. A broken hooch to be exact," came her snarled reply.
Suddenly she was tired, she had just been able to fully move her body tonight and she was emotionally drained. Turning towards Booth, Brennan sagged into his frame and he protectively wrapped his arms around one arm around her waist for support, he put his other hand on the back of her head and held her against his chest.
Francis snorted at her show of what he thought was weakness. Brennan's spine stiffened and Booth squeezed her just a little and whispered in her ear. She nodded against his chest but her spine remained stiff.
"Do you remember me warning you SGM Francis? I'll be on the phone with General Carter in the morning and I hope he'll answer," Henderson snarled in a snit.
Brennan whispered against Booth's chest and he tilted his head to hear her better. He cleared his throat and Henderson looked up with a glare.
"Bones says that if General Carter is not available try General Hopkins he may be available. If you really want to get a hold of them let her know and she'll give you their cell phone numbers," Booth explained.
Henderson nodded and Francis blanchedat the look on Henderson and Booth's faces. Francis stumbled out the door of the tent with everyone of Booth's men glaring at him.
"C'mon Bones bed time," Booth said.
"Night guys," the squint squad called then Angela closed the connection.
The unit filed out after Henderson leaving Booth and Brennan alone in the tent. Booth scooped Brennan in and quickly stripped back down. He climbed into bed with her and smiled as she draped herself over him in her favorite position.
A/N: I hope you guys can hang with me. This story has a natural progression showing evolution of the characters and some indication for a possible sequel depending on a few things. Still working on two other stories sooooo... Anyway, here's what's up for tomorrow...walking (oh yeah), a bargain, spinal adjustments, inviations, shopping, Booth's turn to be momentarily stupid, skulls and music. =D. No lyrics in this chapter Leland, however next chapter there will be.
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