So I have had a few interesting comments about my fic... first I would like to thank everyone for reading it and hope you are enjoying it... otherwise why are you still reading it... lol... secondly I would like to question those who feel the need to tell me that the storyline does not fit along with the show and that it is a waste of time... why are you reading it then??? Last, I would like to say--this is no where near the last chapter and let me know if you like it!! If you dont then dont waste your time reading it or my time telling me you dont like it. No one can like every fic out there and none of them have to follow the exact story lines of the show... if they did what would be the point of reading when we can just watch the episodes over and over?? Anyway... I am done venting. Hope you enjoy!!
Angela
The wedding went well, and we actually got married this time! Zach was not able to attend in person but Jack had arranged for a video conference so he was there without actually being there. We enjoyed our time at Universal Studios and thanks to Booth we were able to go where they don't usually allow the general public to go. Sometimes I question how he gets away with it but as usual I was grateful he was able to help Jack pull off our wedding.
We are suppose to get up in two hours to head to the airport to go back home. I had a feeling though that no one was actually sleeping. We were all laying in bed contemplating everything that had happened, the feelings, emotions, and events. Tomorrow our lives would once again change.
Jack and I were going home a married couple. Booth and Brennan were going to be moving in with each other and buying a house. Parker was going home without a mother and grandparents but was gaining Bren as a mother figure. Sweets was going home to no parents. Cam was going back to try and regain control over our family to work in the lab and possibly start a new relationship with Jared. Jared was going home now an active part in his brother's life and with a possible girlfriend.
The plane ride home was going to be the longest in history. I don't know if I was looking forward to going back or dreading it. Our time in California had been more of a dream state between our nightmare and reality. I just hoped that we could all stay as close as we had become.
Jack
I am laying next to the most beautiful woman in the world. My wife. It had been a long, windy strange road to get to where we are now and we are taking off down another highway tomorrow when we board the plane to back to our lives in DC.
I wondered how long it would be until Angela would be ready to start having the million children she used to say she wanted. A part of me was not ready to leave the left coast to go back to the right. Back to our lives, back to sifting through muck and bugs, seeing peoples everyday horrors. Would we be able to get past the murder and mayhem we have had the last couple weeks. I knew that tensions would be high as no one was getting any sleep tonight and the eight hours on the plane would not help any.
Dr. B and Booth would make sure people were taking care of. We will probably end up going to dinner at the diner or to Sids before going home. I hope that Cullen gets us a case to get us right back to work and back to solving murders. Something, anything, to make things more normal, or at least what normal used to be.
Cam
There are two hundred and twenty seven ceiling tiles in our hotel room. I counted three times to make sure. I couldn't sleep. Jared was curled up next to me drifting back and forth from sleep to awake. Lance was on the other bed occasionally sniffling, I knew he was thinking about returning home to a life that can never be the same. I imagined that the occupants of the other two rooms were doing similar things. Parker was probably sleeping, Booth I knew would be wide awake, the same for Brennan. I wasn't sure about Jack and Angela. They were quiet for newlyweds, I was sure I would hear something through the wall but it was silence.
The funeral was the day after we arrived back in DC. Cullen said he had a case waiting for us when we got back, a simple one he said, an inmate gave up the burial location for three different bodies and said who they were, we just had to verify the information as correct. We would start the day after the funeral, though I assumed some would want to start as soon as we land back at Dulles. Things were going to be very different for a while until people realized that they were in as many ways exactly as we left.
Jared
I am trying to sleep, really I am but all I can do is doze. I am tired but my mind is so wired. I want to go back in time and hold Becca and tell her how much her friendship meant to me. I want to go back in time and save her so that Parker does not have to live without a mother. To take the pain from my brother. He always thinks everything is his fault and this is no different.
Cam is going to have a hard time getting everyone back to work mode. Every case that they get, every crime that they solve, they will all be reminded of their nightmare. And they have all had plenty. Tempe and Jack, Seeley, all getting taken and buried alive by the grave digger. Cam almost getting killed by some psycho, Zach doing whatever the hell he did to make it so he is in the mental institute… and now they get to go back to work and see all the death and destruction again.
Sweets
My parents are dead. My birth mother is dead. I have no siblings. No grandparents. No aunts or uncles. No close family friends. I had decided to sell the house. All the possessions. I would keep the photo albums. The rest needed to go as soon as possible.
I wanted to get back to work analyzing other peoples misfortunes, their faults, trying to fix them. I knew it was typical avoidance but I didn't know how else to deal with the loss. I was not angry. I was not in denial. I was sad and lost and just wanted it to be over. Tomorrow after we got back to DC we were going to bury my family and Parker's family. Then it was back to work as usual. Cullen said I could take time off if I needed but I don't want to. I don't want to be by myself. I don't know how to be by myself.
Hopefully Daisy would understand. I called her twice while we were away and she drove me nuts. She just wanted me to cry. She told me it was not normal that I was unattached when I told her about my parents' murder. I didn't know if she would be there when I got back, and I didn't know if I could handle her if she was there. I could talk to Booth. I could talk to Brennan. I could talk to Parker.
Parker
Daddy said I need to get some sleep because we are going to be on the airplane all day and that we are going to bury Mommy, Brent, Grandma and Grandpa the next day and then we were going to move into a house with Dr Bones.
I think it is stupid though. If I am gonna be stuck on a dumb boring airplane all day I don't want to be awake…okay maybe I do for the cool parts like taking off and landing but the long time in between I didn't want to be awake. I snuck my game into the bed with me and was playing it under the covers. I think Dr. Bones knew but she didn't say anything and Daddy was on the other side of the other bed so he couldn't see.
They were awake anyway. I don't know why I had to sleep if they were staying awake. They were pretending to be asleep though but every few minutes they would make silly noises to each other to see if the other was awake still. I don't know why we couldn't just go swimming or watch tv or something fun when we were staying awake. Parents were silly like that sometimes.
Booth
We are done with the cruise, done with hiding, done with Disneyland, Sea World, Universal Studios and the wedding. We made it through all those things but I don't know if I can make it through the thought of going home.
Eight hours on the plane, we would land in enough time to eat dinner together before going our separate ways. I was not ready to let them all go to their own homes. All together I could keep them safe, divided I couldn't. The funeral was planned for ten the next morning so we would only be apart for a short while but still… and I was dreading the funeral more than anything. I did not know how I am going to bury Rebecca. I had to be strong for Parker, for Jared, and for Sweets as he has to bury both of his parents. I couldn't even think about Rebecca without fighting back tears. How I was going to make it through a two hour memorial services for her, Brent, her parents, and Sweets parents? I was glad we arranged to have seats. At least that way I wouldn't have to try and stand when I will hardly be able to breathe.
Every time I cleared my throat Bones would brush her hand along my side as if to tell me that she was there when I needed her. I wanted to snuggle myself into her arms and cry but Parker was still awake, he was quietly playing his Cars game under the blanket. Normally I would have made him turn it off and go to sleep but eight hours on a plane was a long time for anyone, let alone a seven year old. At least this way he would sleep most of the way there. I cleared my throat again for probably the hundredth time that night as I fought the urge to get out of bed and stare out the window. I felt her touch as she let her fingers linger on my chest and her touch somehow brought things back into a tolerable perspective. Without her I would feel like running around with my head chopped off…without her…well…there is no without her.
Bones
He is hurting, I can feel it when I touch him. He is tense and has sharp ragged breath, clearing his throat every five and a half minutes if my count was accurate. I want to hold him but wont, he will turn to me when he is ready. I think when Parker falls asleep, if Parker falls asleep, he does not want to appear weak around his son. I am glad that Parker has such a large support network to help him deal with the loss of his mother, Brent, and his grandparents. When I lost my parents I had no one, since the day that they left I did nothing but push everyone away. Not allowing anyone to get close.
Angela was the first I allowed in, but even she was barely under the surface. At least until I met Booth. Somehow he managed to weasel his way under my skin and get me to open up. He used to tell me that partners share things and that he would share something of him when I shared something of me. It did not go long with us going back and forth before it was mostly me sharing and him picking up the pieces instead of sharing something of him to me.
When we would have a case that hit close to home he would share parts of his past, but never all. It was up to me to put together the pieces and try to understand him. Sure I had seen him upset, angry, mad as hell, upset and tearful a couple times but never have I seen him like I did on the cruise ship when Cullen told him that Rebecca had been murdered. I never expected it to be me who he sought comfort in, me who helped lead him out of the pain and misery.
When he thought about the funeral though, like he was right now, with clearing his throat three times in two minutes…I knew he was fighting tears, I knew he wanted to get up and go stare out the window, to punch something, to shoot something, I ran my fingers down his shoulder, across his scar from Pam, and let my fingers linger on his chest.
He relaxed and put his hand on mine holding it to his heart. I rolled quietly to face him and saw the light reflecting off the tears in his eyes. "Walk?" I whispered. He nodded his head slowly and sat up. I sat up and scooted towards the edge of the bed and hopped across to Parker's. "Game off for the night Buddy. Your Dad and I are going to be out in the hall so call if you need anything." I whispered to him. I heard him click the control and turn the game off and watched as he snuggled into his pillow before standing up and following Booth into the hallway.
He was leaning against the rail when I softly closed the door. I walked up next to him and wrapped my arm around his back and let him lean his head against mine. Neither of us said anything as we saw the sun rise out the window at the end of the hall. When we started hearing noises coming from inside the rooms we went back into ours and finished packing our stuff up and woke Parker up to head down to the continental breakfast before heading to the airport. No one wanted to go back home.
Hope you liked it...seems kind of broken up and is a filler chap for me... will update again very very soon!