Sorry it took so long to update guys, but I had writers block on this one and then started writing another fanfiction for something else - I have also been busy lately. Still, here is the next chapter.
Christine's Pov
I was finally being discharged from hospital, which was good because I hated hospitals. I mean I knew I had to be there because I had gotten sick, but it was not exactly my favorite place in the world. Mom was taking me home because dad… well he was off doing his job. I had been right, the agent I had seen had been the one who attacked Michael and me, now they were gathering as much as they could so they could make sure he was charged. Plus, my nails matched the marks on his arms. I guess it was good that I was brilliant.
"How are you feeling?" Mom asked me as we drove – well she drove while I sat in the passenger seat – and I looked at her with a small smile.
"I'm okay considering what happened; just glad I'm out of the hospital." I said because it we true. I mean I still felt a little under the weather and I had stitches in my forehead and my left wrist was braced, not to mention painful, but in the long run I was fine with painkillers.
"We are gathering as much evidence as we can to make sure he's charged with kidnapping you and Michael Christine." Mom said and I knew that that was her way of reassuring me, but I didn't need to be reassured.
"Don't worry mom, I know that. You are amazing at what you do mom, you always have been and age hasn't changed that." I said and I saw her smile a little, though I don't know how she took the age comment. "But focus more on the people who are dead, they deserve to be heard and their families need justice."
"I can see the logic in what you're saying, but somehow I want to focus more on what he did to you." She said and I smiled at her.
"That's because I'm your daughter and being the great mother you are, you want to make sure that the person who hurt me pays for it. That's why dad is working so hard to make sure he gets what he deserves." I said seriously and she smiled at me, though then she focused more on driving.
"I'm sorry we didn't find you soon enough." She said in regret and I looked at her in surprise and worry.
"I don't blame you for what happened mom and I certainly don't blame you for the fact that I had to jump off a navy ship into the ocean. Yes, I was targeted because I'm your daughter, but that isn't your fault. What happened, it was the result of a killer/kidnapper doing what most killers/kidnappers do." I said so she got that I didn't blame her or dad for what happened to me, because it was not their fault. "If you need me to explain that to you in a more scientific way I'm sure I can."
"No Christine, I don't need you to explain it again. You love me and don't fault me for what happened, which makes me happy because I don't want you to hate me." She said and I started laughing lightly.
"Mom, if I was going to hate you, it would be for subjecting me to murder my entire life and allowing me to see dead bodies. I don't hate you though, do I? I mean I find corpses disgusting and it's not something I tell people because it is not normal for a teenager to see dead bodies, but I choose to come to the lab still because I like spending time with you and dad." I explained. I didn't like all the murder and everything else, but I liked spending time with my parents. Still, I was often in Angela's office because I liked it the most, especially the art. I enjoyed art a lot myself.
When we arrived home I immediately went up to my bedroom and sat down on my bed, not wanting to do anything else right now. I just wanted to sit down and relax, maybe watch a movie or something. Mom placed my bag down on the floor, having insisted on carrying it for me. That's when dad came home, minutes after I had arrived, as I sat on the bed with mom sitting beside me.
"Hey kiddo, I just wanted to see how you were." Dad said as he came into my room and I smiled.
"I'm alright, I'm just glad to be home." I admitted and he smiled.
"That's great honey, now I should get back to work." He said, but I didn't want him to go just yet. Also, he just drove here to see me for two seconds only to leave again seconds later.
"Wait dad." I called and he stopped, which is when I looked at mom. "Mom, can I talk to dad alone for a few minutes please?"
"Of course." She said and she got up off the edge of my bed, only to lightly kiss my forehead before walking out of the room and shutting the door behind her as dad stepped inside.
"What is it Christine?" He asked in worry as he sat down beside me, but instead of answering I moved forward and hugged him around the neck, not to tightly but tightly enough that he knew that I was trying to comfort him.
"I don't blame you for what happened dad; I just want you to know that." I said as I hugged him, before pulling away and looking at him seriously so he knew I meant it. He sometimes thought I said things only for his benefit; it was true but I was going to tell him that because now wasn't one of those times.
"I know that." He said and I gave him a skeptical look before sighing.
"And I know you, meaning I know that you're blaming yourself for not protecting me." I said because he wasn't fooling me.
"I'm your father, it's my job to protect you, and I didn't do that." He said and I kinda wanted to smack him. My hand was literally twitching with the urge to just do a hard slap across the cheek to maybe knock some reason and logic into this man.
"Dad, all you have ever done is protect me; while also allowing me to live an amazing life. Sometimes you've been too overprotective, like when it comes to me dating boys and my constant safety, but I know that that's because you love me and want what's best for me..., even if I do sometimes get pissed off with you when you do it. I love you for that and I wouldn't change any aspect of my life because I am happy, more than happy to be truthful, with the life I have. I have you and mom and Michael and everyone else, that's well worth some of the dangers that I face, like being kidnapped." I said truthfully and he smiled this time, pulling me forward and hugging me tightly.
"I just don't like seeing you hurt." He said and I let out a small laugh as I pulled away from his tight embrace.
"Now you know how I feel when you get hurt doing your job; it's not exactly fun seeing you bruised and bloodied dad." I stated and his expression read 'fair point' from what I could tell, which was a lot because I was good at reading people like my dad. "Still, it's getting worse with old age."
"Hey, I'm not that old." He protested, though I don't think anyone in their fifties can really get away with saying that.
"Sorry, thought it might help ease the tension." I said with a wide grin and he just chuckled.
"Christine, Kate is here to see you." Mom shouted from downstairs and I quickly got up out of bed, staggering a little to dad's obvious concern, and threw my door open when I reached it. I was down stairs in minutes, to hear mom talking with Kate who had a night bag in one hand and a shopping bag in the other. "Christine can't go out right now; she needs to rest until she's better."
"That's fine, there's nothing more relaxing than besties having a sleep over. I brought the entire series of Buffy and junk food." Kate said with a bright smile. I love my best friend, she was awesome. "Darius is having a guy's night with Michael too, so I thought I'd keep Christine company too while you work. It's okay that I stay right."
"Of course it is, Booth and I will be working till late tonight so it's fine with us." Mom said the moment she saw my puppy dog eyes and dad just shook his head when I looked back at him. He hated it when I used to puppy dog eyes; I got away with a lot using them… as long as he wasn't mad with me.
"Yay." I said happily and I bounded down the stairs, pulling Kate into the house and into the lounge room. Mom and dad just shook their heads and before I knew it, they were gone and Kate and I were sitting on the couches, air conditioner on and junk food scattered around us as she put in the first season of Buffy the vampire slayer – an oldie but a goodie in my books. I was going to thoroughly enjoy this girl day, mainly because I wanted to try to have some fun after what happened.
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"Hey, why'd you pause it?! I was enjoying watching that." I complained from my laid out position on the couch, a light weight blanket lying over me and a big comfortable pillow resting behind me because Kate was acting like a concerned mother, trying not to knock the bowl of corn chips off my lap. Kate was sitting at the other end of the couch, legs slightly underneath her and remote pointed at the T.V.
"To make you look at the face of the actor who plays Angel. Haven't you noticed how much he looks like your dad?" She asked me and I looked at the screen. I guess, if you thought back to when this season was made – which was 1997 – that he did sort of look like my dad. I mean I had seen photos of my dad from back then and they did look close now that I thought about it.
"Yeah, I guess he does." I agreed.
"Wouldn't it be funny if it was actually him?" She grinned and I started laughing.
"Right, my dad was actually a secret actor who played a brooding vampire called Angel. That's the funniest thing I've ever heard and I literally can't imagine it." I said. It just so happens that my dad walked into the house at that exact moment.
"Hey kid, I just needed to come home and change...," He trailed off when I looked at him, then back at the T.V, then back at him, all the while Kate had her hand over her mouth as she tried to hide her laughter what. "What's going on?"
"Kate happens to think that you look like the guy who plays Angel." I said and he looked at the screen.
"That looks nothing like me." He said and I grinned.
"I think it does, when you were younger at least. This show was made in 1997 dad." I said and he just shook his head. "Do you have a secret life you didn't tell mom or me about?"
"Christine, I have never been an actor and I certainly didn't play a vampire." He said and I just shrugged.
"Then you either have a twin brother you don't know about or he's your unrelated doppelganger." I said and just shook his head.
"Alright, I'm going to leave you girls to your fantasizing and go back to work. For some reason that's more appealing to me right now." He said as he started up the stairs and Kate and I burst into laughter. Even after sixteen years of having me as a daughter, he still wasn't used to having a girl around. I mean sure he'd had girlfriends before mom, but this was different – he wasn't used to living with a girl like me for so long. I mean he only had a brother, my grandmother took off early in their life because my grandfather was abusive and his first child had been a son – plus mom wasn't exactly girly and was more logical than emotional.
"I sometimes feel sorry for your dad; when we're together he must be in hell. No guy likes listening to girl talk and when I'm around we are incredibly girly together, that or we're raising hell." She said and I honestly couldn't disagree with her on that one.
Michael's Pov
"So how's Christine?" Darius asked me as he beat me in our race on the Playstation, annoying me. For some reason losing to him was really irritating me today, partly because I'm the one who usually won racing and shooting games when I was going against him and partly because of what Christine and I had gone through.
"She's okay, she got released from the hospital today, which you obviously knew because Kate's most likely over there right now 'cause her parents are working on the case with mine. Her wrist is going to take a while to heal and she'll be under the weather for a while longer, but considering what we went through she's okay." I said, though I doubted sleeping was easy. It hadn't been easy for me since then, especially since I hadn't gotten to be with her enough since what happened.
"Well Kate will take good care of her; they're probably watching movies and eating junk food right now. Knowing Kate they're watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer, which she thinks Booth was in because the guy who plays Angel sorta looks like him if you imagine Booth younger." Darius said and I let out a laugh.
"I could never imagine Booth playing a vampire, ever." I said and he chuckled as he picked the track we were going to race on. I was sorta glad that it was a guy's day today; it was taking my mind off what happened… for the most part.
"Yeah, neither can I, but you know how some girls are. Their imaginations run wild and that's double for Kate. I'm not saying that the guy doesn't look like Booth, because he sorta does, but still." He said and I shoved his shoulder with mine.
"Isn't her imagination one of the things you like so much about her?" I asked, though I was implying two things with that and he knew it too.
"You know, if you didn't just get out of the hospital I'd beat your ass." He said and I chuckled.
"You're scared of my mom huh?" I asked and he shook his head.
"No, I'm scared of your girlfriend. She may have a damaged wrist right now, but she could still probably kick my ass because I'd never hit a girl. Well, except for you." He said with a large grin at the end and I glared at him.
"I'm going to make you pay for that once I'm back to feeling better again." I said and he let out a loud, gruff laugh.
"Bring it!" It sometimes amazed me how we were still friends, but I guess bros are like that. Plus, it helped that our girlfriends were best friends because it meant we didn't have to worry about the drama of our girlfriends not liking each other and stopping us from hanging out with each other. With the drama we had gone through lately, I was glad that that wasn't something I had to worry about because I was dating the girl I had known my entire life and loved more than anything.
