Chapter Five
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When Temperance arrived at the Jeffersonian next morning, later than usual, Angela hurried up to her. "I was worried you got stuck in another elevator!" she joked. "Hey sweetie you look exhausted, haven't you slept anything?" Angela stopped her friend to take a closer look at her.
Temperance sighed. She didn't think it would show, but she was really tired. She hadn't been able to sleep anything, and when she'd finally fallen asleep the nightmare she'd had in her office came back to her.
"You wanna tell me about it?" Angela asked, knowing something had to be wrong.
"No, it's nothing…" Temperance said, continuing towards her office. Angela followed.
"Yes it is, talk to me sweetie," Angela insisted, closing the office door as she entered. She gave her friend a pleading look.
Temperance sighed a second time, sitting down in the chair. Angela walked to sit at the edge of the desk, looking down at Tempe.
"It's stupid really," Temperance started. "There's this nightmare I keep having…"
"What is it about?"
Temperance hesitated. Could she really tell her? She would think she's totally crazy. Well, she decided, she didn't care what Angela thought, she needed to talk to someone, or this would drive her crazy.
"It's about Booth…" she started. "He's dying."
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Booth awoke late that morning, and with a tired look at the clock beside his bed, he realized he was three hours late for work. He was surprised, how could he have slept this long? What was wrong with him?
When he got out of bed, his head began aching. He groaned, sleepily making his was to the bathroom. He was late, but he really needed a shower. Maybe it could make him feel better.
To his surprise, he felt even worse and he started the think he should call in sick. The headache was stronger and he felt dizzy and feverish. Booth collapsed in the sofa, closing his eyes for a while. He definitely didn't have time to be ill; he had an important case to work on. No, he had to go to work, this couldn't be that bad, he tried to convince himself. Besides Bones was waiting for him, and he really wanted to see her again…
An hour later, Booth managed to drag himself to his car and headed for the Jeffersonian. On his way he called his boss, explaining why he hadn't shown up at the office.
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"Look who's here!" Angela suddenly said as Booth carefully opened the door to Temperance's office.
He gave Angela a weak smile before turning to Temperance. "Hi Bones," he said.
Temperance got up on his feet and walked up to him. She gave him a concerned look. "Are you alright?" she asked.
"Yeah, just a headache."
Temperance wasn't convinced. "You look awful, are you sick?"
"Thanks a lot Bones," Booth muttered, "I'm…" he cut himself off as Temperance carefully placed her hand on his forehead.
"You have a fever Booth," she stated. "Are you sure you are alright?"
Angela couldn't hold back a laugh as she saw the concern her friend showed. They were just too cute together!
Temperance and Booth gave her puzzled looks. And it wasn't until Temperance saw the grin on Angela's face; she realized what she'd done. She'd embarrassed herself in front of them – again!
She came to think of Angela's words as she'd told her about her bad dream.
"Actually it's really cute! You finally realized you're having feelings for him and you're afraid you'll loose him, that's why he's dying in your dream.
You don't have to be afraid sweetie, you two belong together, gosh, he adores you, and he'll never leave you.
Temperance smiled a little. She knew Angela wouldn't give up until she had put her and Booth together. Geez, she was really annoying sometimes!
She turned back to Booth. She didn't care about what Angela would think. "Booth," she started. "I'm sorry I ran away last night, I was just… spooked about that hug…" she said, smiling timidly. She glanced at her friend; she could only imagine what she must be thinking.
Booth didn't answer and Temperance started to get worried again. She was just about to call his name, when she saw his legs started to give way under him. He tried to grab hold of something to steady himself but failed.
Temperance ran up to him and managed to catch him before he collapsed. She carefully laid him down at the floor, keeping her hold of him. She warily shook him, trying to wake him up again. "Booth… Booth come on, wake up, BOOTH!"
"Calm down sweetie, he will be okay," Angela tried. "I'll call an ambulance."
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TBC
