No One Stays Dead Forever
By: Lesera128
Rated: M
Disclaimer: Here the normal rigmarole is posited. No, unfortunately I don't own anything from Bones or Angel... or anything else. Yup, I'm back, baby…and I'm wrecking havoc as needed to tell the most awesome and epic Angel-Bones crossover ever conceived. However, since it's only for the purposes of creative enjoyment and amusing distraction, I think we're okay. Are there any other questions? No? ::blinks:: Good. Then, moving on―
Summary: All Dr. Temperance Brennan and FBI Agent Seeley Booth ever wanted was to be together in the same time and the same place to live in peace and raise their family. Unfortunately, the past has a nasty way of coming back to haunt you as Brennan and (Angel)Booth find out. Rated M. Very AU. BonesxAngel Xover.
A/N: ::checks the mic:: Yeah, well here I am. It's been years since I started a new story. But I've been around the block enough to know that I have to strike while the muse is cooperative and hot. As I've said before, for those old time readers who remember this world, welcome! For those who are new, nice to meet you. I hope you enjoy! Suffice to say this is NOT a stand alone piece. This is the tenth entry in a world that was created more than a decade ago with a series of stories that began with a little very-M ditty called "Toe to Toe." Links are in my bio. Suffice to say if you jump straight into this, you will be confused as hell. For Angel fans, this piece will make little sense although it does take place long after LA comes back from hell in "Not Fade Away." For those who are Bones fans, things will be a tad bit more familiar. Needless to say this is an extremely AU supernatural piece that takes place during Season 5. Some things will look kinda sort familiar but not much. Still, I promise if you can stay with me, things will definitely be worth it. When we last left Dr. Temperance Brennan, 500-year old plus English witch turned world renowned author and forensic anthropologist of the Jeffersonian Institute, she had just given birth to a daughter by her husband and FBI partner Special Agent Seeley Booth. The is the same Booth who happens to be the reformed and remade former ensouled vampire Angel AKA the Scourge of Europe, Angelus. They were trying to settle into some semblance of happiness. But since happiness is boring, get a drink, pull up a chair, and get ready for another wild ride.
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Chapter 1: A Possible Prologue in Dreams
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"Death doesn't have to be the end, not in our world.
Rules can be broken. All you have to do... is push hard enough."
It was dark, and he knew he was running.
Somewhere, the faint trickle of water flowing into a sewer echoed in the alley.
Drip, drop. Drip, drop. Drip, drop.
The stale smell of mildew, urine, and unidentifiable grime puckered his nose as he ran, making each heaving breath even more revolting than the one before. Another, more subtle, scent then tickled his nose. It was a scent he'd never forget, although it had been a very long time since he smelled it. He'd know it anywhere. It had once been as welcome and as pleasing a smell as the scent of a hot, bubbling pan of lasagna or, better yet, a fresh-baked apple pie with cinnamon and cloves was to him now. It was the smell of fear.
The only problem was, it was his own fear he smelled.
Still, he continued running.
He wasn't trying to be quiet, only to get away. He knew he had to keep running. He wasn't sure why he knew that, only that if that important fact escaped from his mind, he was a dead man. So, he kept putting one foot in front of the other. He didn't know how long he'd been running, but guessed it had been a while. His legs were heavy and his feet flung searing waves of pain up his legs with each step, and his heart was beating so hard he could feel the pounding beat reverberate against his chest. A sticky stream of cold sweat trickled down his forehead, every so often falling into his eyes and blinding him for a few precious seconds as he struggled to choke down air even as he kept running. Faster, he told himself. Must keep going. He kept going, despite the pain and despite the fear, driving himself forward with his head down, teeth gritted, and hands clenched by his sides as his arms pumped up and down with every stride.
Then, like lightning, she was in front of him, her leg extended, and since he was going at such a high level of momentum, he never stood a chance when she threw a brutal upper kick to his chest. He stopped, doubled over in pain, and grunted as he fell to his knees.
In the next second, she was on him, her slender white fingers wrapping with a furious curl in his hair as she used her grasp to yank his head forward into a more convenient angle. He struggled against her, but as soon as another scent invaded his senses—the too familiar scent of amber, vanilla, and tea rose, his muscles bolted, refusing to comply with the demands of his brain that shrieked at them to move. He knelt in front of her, frozen, as she jerked his head forward, exposing the fleshy curve of a neck that was colored by several days worth of stubbled hair growth. When she did so, his brown eyes locked with hers for a split second, and his world spun around him.
He never doubted it was her, knowing her as he'd never known anyone else in his life. A small, detached portion of his brain marveled at how fast and deadly she was, even with her body swollen in the late stage of her pregnancy. He thought he'd known her, but he was wrong. And, he knew that now, even as his lips still silently mouthed the one unspoken question he needed desperately to answer before she did this thing. It wasn't a plea for mercy or help that left his mouth, but a single word...
Why?
As the demon inside her caused her blue eyes to flash yellow, and her fangs to shine brightly in anticipation of the moment when her pearly white teeth would drip bright red with his blood, her answer came in the form of a single sound.
Laughter.
She laughed at him.
Her answer given, she growled at him before she opened her mouth wide, leaned forward, and pressed her teeth into the softness of his skin as she started to drink from him with the hopes of bringing about her beloved's return. And, just as she'd drained him dry, almost to the point of death, she moved and used one hand to move towards her side. Somehow, someway, she produced a very familiar silver dagger that she used to draw a small line just above her left breast. Making the dagger that she'd conjured disappear, she used both her hands to yank him up as she clasped him in a lover's embrace and murmured a single word and command.
"Drink."
And, just as he was about to give in...losing his humanity once again, as he knew he couldn't live without her, Special Agent Seeley Booth jerked awake, sitting straight up in bed. He'd broken out into a cold sweat as the grim and gloom of the alley faded away to be replaced with the comfort and safety of his master bedroom in the loft he shared with his wife and partner. Glancing at her side of the bed, he felt his already racing pulse spike again when he saw only rumpled sheets greet his eyes when he looked to her side of the bed.
Awash with the adrenaline his dream sent flooding into his veins, Booth quickly scanned the room in a panic. It wasn't until his eyes focused on a shadowed form standing near the large window on the opposite side of the room, a figure hunched over and cradling something in its arms, that he finally took his first easy breath since awakening from his nightmare.
For it was Brennan's form that stood on the far side of the room, her gently rocking their almost dozing infant daughter in her arms, the baby covered in a soft purple wool blanket, as she softly hummed an old Celtic melody. Booth felt his heart catch in his throat as he looked at the picture of domesticity, her slightly swollen form allowing their elder daughter to claim a spot which the growing child that Brennan now carried would eventually, he knew, claim for herself as she grew in the coming months. A sudden draft of cold air crossed Booth's naked back, making him shiver, and as he stared at his family, he wondered if he was shivering merely because he needed to turn on the heat or because of some more nefarious reason.
He thought of it for some time, and when he had thought over the question, he found, quite disturbingly, that he never did reach a satisfactory answer.
At least...not yet.
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TBC
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A/N2: There we are. The stage is set. And a small bombshell has been dropped right out the gate! And, no, I don't mean the one about Booth's nightmare of Brennan being turned. Who would have thought if anyone who have a chance to knock good ole Bren the Witch up twice in two years after 500 years of existence that it would be Angel-Booth, huh? How and why did that happen? And what doom might be soon darkening the doors of our quintessential hero and heroine? Stay tuned. It's coming soon. In the meantime, just so I know I'm not talking to myself, I'd love to hear what you think if you're so inclined to review. Until next time, ta!