(After 'The Lance to the Heart')
This story was requested by Debbie Stevens. I hope this is what you wanted.
I don't own Bones.
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He was back in prison. He knew that wasn't right, but there he was. The faces he had grown to hate while he'd been unjustly incarcerated stared at him, several with what could only be described as malevolent smiles. They were up to something and that made Booth wary. As he walked down the hallway towards his cell, careful not to get too close to anyone, he saw someone pulled from his cell and this made him stop.
Filled with disbelief, he saw his friend, Lance Sweets pulled into the middle of the hallway. His hands were tied behind his back, his face was bleeding where he'd suffered a severe beating from the men who held his arms.
Tears falling down his cheeks, Sweets tried to be brave, but he was trembling and he knew he looked weak. "Don't worry, Booth. It looks worse than it is. I fought back. You'd be proud of me."
Appalled, Booth witnessed the two men standing on each side of Sweets laugh and one of them turned and punched the younger man in the philtrum and the sternum as hard as he could. Unable to prevent it, Sweets cried out in pain as he struggled to free himself from the grip of the other man.
Enraged, Booth leaped towards Sweets, hoping to stop the beating, but he was grabbed by two security guards who laughed at his distress.
Pleased that Booth was watching them, the man beating Sweets stopped and signaled for the other man to release Sweets. When he did the young psychologist fell to the ground his eyes on Booth. "Tell Daisy not to worry. She worries too much." Blood was pouring from Sweets mouth and nose and he knew the young man knew he was dying. "The world is a lot better than you think it is." The blood pooling around his head, Sweets drew a final breath and died.
Filled with anguish, Booth cried out to his friend. "Sweets, no don't go. Sweets you can't go."
Alerted by Booths' trembling body next to her, Brennan knew that her husband was having one of his more horrific nightmares. Cautiously, she moved closer and aligned her body with his. Her arms around him, she spoke soothing words, nonsensical words really. She was counting on her touch and voice to bring him out of his dark dream and back to her, back to reality.
Suddenly awake, Booth felt Brennan's arms around him and knew that he was home and not in prison. "Bones."
His body still trembling, Brennan was careful not to press her arms against his massive bruises that were still in evident upon his bare torso. "Shhhh, it's alright. You're just having a bad dream. I'm right here, you're home."
Slowly, the effects of his dream lessened and finally his body became still. "Sweets is dead."
It broke Brennan's heart to hear the lost way Booth spoke. Almost like a young child asking her to fix the unfixable. "Yes, he is, Booth. That wasn't your fault. Durant is to blame for Sweets' death. Not you and not I . . . Durant."
Booth allowed is body to relax in the arms of his wife. "Yes, that's true." The sight of his friend, lying on the cold concrete floor of the parking garage was one he still couldn't escape. "He died in a parking garage, he was murdered."
Patiently, Brennan kissed her husband's cheek. "Yes he died in the parking garage."
"He didn't die in prison." Booth felt a tear slide down his cheek. "I couldn't save him . . . in my dream I couldn't save him."
Shifting her body, she moved enough so that she could press her cheek against Booth's cheek. "In reality, you weren't there in the parking garage, so there was no way you could have saved him. Sweets fought bravely and he killed his murderer."
"Yeah." Booth nodded his head. "He was brave."
"Yes he was." Brennan felt Booth move and she allowed him to. Moving away from him, she was careful to keep her hand on his arm. She knew from experience that he needed to feel her touch. "You were just having a bad dream Booth. You're alright."
Calmly, Booth felt the last of the dream leave his mind and appreciated that it had been his Bones who had pulled him out of that horrifying nightmare. Shifting his shoulders and hips, Booth turned over to his side and placed his hand on the side of Brennan's face. "You're my anchor Bones. I know that doesn't sound very romantic or sexy, but your touch, your love . . . you help me. You help me stay sane and in control. Without you, I'd be unanchored, I'd be out of control. I don't know how you do it, but you . . . you keep me from moving towards that dark spot inside of me."
They had had this conversation before and Brennan knew what he was talking about. "You don't have a dark side, Booth. You are man of passion. Sometimes that passion takes over, but you would never do something evil. That is not who you are. No matter how much you are abused, you still have a good side that will not falter. I know you Booth. I love you."
Slowly, Booth leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips. With clarity of mind, he knew that his life would be one of disaster and pain if his wife wasn't in his life to help him. She was his partner and she helped him to control the raging beast inside. He knew that she didn't believe that beast existed, but he knew it did. A few times in their partnership she had seen that beast, but her touch, her love for him kept that beast at bay sending it back in the dark corner of his soul. "I love you, Bones. I love you so much."
A smile on her lips, Brennan kissed him. She knew this wasn't about passion. This was about love and trust. Her hands moved to bracket his neck. "Sweets loved you, Booth. You were the brother he never had. He was the brother you deserved. Someday these nightmares will stop and you'll dream about the good times you had with him. I know you will."
Her words were soft, but they had a truthfulness about them. Booth knew that she despised psychology, but he knew somehow and in some mysterious way, she always knew how to get through to him and comfort him. She claimed she didn't have his kind of heart, but he knew that was far from the truth. The fact was she was his heart and she had been for a long time.
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