Only One, Only Once
Disclaimer: I don't own Fox or Bones. In fact, I own nothing except the plot.
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Dr. Temperance Brennan was sleeping peacefully in bed, a smile playing on her lips. She was dreaming about one certain Special Agent, an overly protective and cocky Special Agent, but he was special to her nonetheless.
His strong arms circled around her waist, and at the first touch, a jolt of electricity seared through her body, rendering her breathless.
Hot breath tickled her neck and she arched her back to meet Booth's lips. Slowly, tenderly, he kissed her, as—
Ring! Ring!
Temperance blearily opened her eyes to the shrill ringing of her telephone. Glancing at her bedside clock, she saw it was 1:21 AM. Who would call this late?
"Hello?"
"Oh, Tempe. It's horrible." It was Angela, and at those words, Temperance's stomach plummeted.
"What happened?" she asked softly.
"It's Booth, Tempe. He was on a raid with some other agents, and he got shot in the chest. I don't know how bad it is. The hospital called the lab, and then I called you."
Temperance's mind reeled. Booth?
"No," she whispered into the phone. "Thanks Angela. I'm going to the hospital."
"Be strong, sweetie," were Angela's words before she hung up.
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Fifteen minutes later, Temperance was ushered into Booth's room by a nurse, who quietly closed the door behind her.
Temperance found a chair and pulled it over to beside the bed. She stared at Booth, who was still unconscious. There was a long scrape down one cheek, and a graze on his collarbone. The left side of his chest was swathed in bandages, and the EKG monitor connected to him beeped steadily.
Impulsively, she reached out and wrapped his large hand in both of her slim ones. "Oh Booth," she whispered. "What have you gotten yourself into this time?"
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The inky night had started to turn into a brilliant dawn sunrise when Booth shifted in bed and opened his eyes, landing on the lightly dozing woman sitting next to his bed. The movement awoke Temperance, and her eyes flew open. "Booth! You're awake!"
"Yeah." He groaned as he tried to stretch. "What happened?"
"Apparently, you got shot in the chest," Temperance told him. "Luckily, they both missed your heart, although the doctors are worried some bullet fragments might be lodged in your heart." As she spoke, her eyes softened considerably from the worry she had been experiencing. "How do you feel?"
"My head had a major headache and feels considerably woozy. My right foot has fallen asleep, my neck is sore from being in this position for so long, and my left side is hurting like hell. Otherwise, I'm fine."
Temperance laughed and squeezed Booth's hand. "Go back to sleep," she advised. "It'll make you forget the pain."
Booth gave a half smile and closed his eyes.
A few minutes later, when Temperance though Booth had fallen asleep, she stroked his hand. "Don't die on me, Seeley Booth," she murmured.
Booth crack open an eye and stared at Temperance. "I didn't know you cared."
Temperance lightly swatted Booth's arm. "Of course I care, you cocky, self-righteous ass," she said, tears welling up in her eyes. "Of course I care."
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A/N: And that's the end of chapter one! Yes, this was a short chapter, but I just wanted to get the idea out of my head and to start writing! Well I hope all of you liked this first chapter. Reviews are chocolate love!