(Aliens in a Spaceship)

This was requested by Ravenclawdiadem16. I hope this is what you wanted.

I really don't own Bones.

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She felt him tremble and that tremble quickly turned into heavy shaking. His cheeks were wet and he gasped as if he couldn't catch his breath. Not sure what to do, Angela knew that she couldn't just lay there and let Hodgins continue suffering in what was obviously a nightmare. As careful as she could, she slid closer to him and placed her arms around him. "Jack . . . Jack let it go, it's just a nightmare . . . Jack let it go and wake up . . . Jack let it go."

His body now rigid, Hodgins woke up and for a brief moment he was still back in the gravel yard, the weight of the rocks holding him down as he tried to claw his way to freedom. Gasping he moved his arms and legs, but quickly realized that he was safe, that he wasn't buried under rocks and gravel. "No . . . yes . . . I'm not . . ." Her arms around him was a reminder that he not alone, that he wasn't going to die at least not yet. Relieved, he reached up and placed his hand awkwardly on her arm. The warmth of her smooth skin a reminder that he was in the land of the living. "I'm okay . . . I couldn't breathe . . . my hand . . . I was holding Brennan's hand and then I wasn't and I didn't know where she was . . . I kept moving, but then I couldn't because the rocks were in the way and I didn't know where Brennan was and I thought I'd lost her . . . but we're safe . . ."

"Yes, you're safe." Angela kissed the side of his head, pressing his curls against his flesh. "You and Brennan are safe." His body seemed to slowly relax or at least he wasn't shaking anymore. "You're in bed in your apartment. Brennan is in bed in her apartment . . . at least I hope she is."

Embarrassed, Hodgins wiped his hands against his damp cheeks. He knew he shouldn't be, but somehow it seemed wrong to cry in front of someone he was just starting a relationship with. Somehow it showed her a vulnerability that she might find distasteful. "I . . . I uh, I was scared that I was still buried at the gravel pit and I . . . I was so afraid that Brennan was dead. She tried so hard to save us . . . I lost her hand in the gravel . . ."

"I know." And she did know. The thought of being buried alive, to forever be entombed in rock, to be hidden from the world and her father never knowing where she was helped Angela to understand Hodgins fears all too well. "But the explosion worked and Booth saw it and we dug you out and you're safe . . . you're safe and so is Brennan."

"Thank God." Hodgins continued to appreciate her arms around him. The gentle kisses she pressed against his head meant so much to him. "I hope I never have to go through something like that again . . . Thank you for staying with me tonight. This really helps. You're being here it helps me . . . I'm not still in the car. I'm not in the rocks . . . Thank you."

Her head moved and she bestowed a kiss to his cheek. "Where else would I be? I'm exactly where I want to be."

Grateful for her kind words, her body pressed against his body, Hodgins tried to relax. His tears drying, he knew for now that the Gravedigger had lost and he had won. I'm going to get him. I'm going to find out who he is and he's going to make him pay for this, for everything. "The whole thing has been so surreal. I was just running to catch up with Brennan and then I woke up underground. We never gave up hope that you guys were looking for us. We knew that we had to stay alive just long enough, but then we knew we were going to run out of oxygen soon and Brennan got this idea to blow the airbag in the window. She did the calculations and it seemed it might work, but we didn't know how far down we were."

Angela had heard this already, but she let Hodgins talk. She knew that he had to talk, to get the facts out there and he needed for her to listen.

"We knew that if we were too far down, then we might not make it, but we were going to die if we didn't try to escape anyway and it's better to try than not to try . . . There was a risk, the explosion could have killed us, but . . . it was worth the risk . . . it was worth it and . . . it was terrible being down there it really was." He stopped speaking and he felt her shift, she moved closer and threw one of her legs over his legs. It was a little painful since his legs were still hurting from being hit by the bumper of the Gravedigger's car, but he didn't care. He needed to feel her and she knew it. Bless her she knew it.

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She called out in fear. The explosion had freed them from the car and she was trying to move through the gravel to the surface, but she couldn't move anymore. She had held Hodgins' hand as long as possible, but they had become separated as they moved. Gasping trying to breathe she knew she was going to die and she had so many regrets. Her chest heaving she felt as if her heart was going to burst from the effort she was giving to breathe and move.

Booth heard her cry out and he knew she was having a nightmare. Leaving the couch as quickly as possible, he rushed into her bedroom, moved on to her bed and pulled Brennan into his arms. "Bones, wake up . . . Bones, it's just a dream . . . wake up you're safe."

His voice broke through her terror and she woke up. Turning her head she stared into his face and she knew that she was home, that she wasn't trapped in the gravel. "I . . . I was dreaming."

Filled with sadness for her, Booth gave her a weak smile and gently kissed her cheek. "It was bad, I heard you in the living room. Are you okay now?"

She nodded her head and Booth released his hold on her. Shifting, he placed his elbow on the mattress and looked down at her. "I know what it's like to be asleep and think you're back in some terrible situation." Booth had had many nightmares about his time in the hands of the Republican Guard. They had grown fewer as the years had gone by, but still something would bring back those terrible moments of being tortured, his feet being broken and he'd relive that nightmare in all its horror. "But you're here in your apartment. The Gravedigger lost. He thought he could bury you and Hodgins and we'd never find you, but we did find you. You're safe . . . you're safe."

Her heart slowly returning back to a normal rhythm, Brennan finally nodded her head. "Yes, of course, it's just that the dream seemed so real."

"Sure it did." Booth smiled and patted her arm. "It's a good thing I was too tired to drive home. You needed someone here for you tonight. I know. Being alone right after something like this, it's not a good thing. Knowing that someone is in the next room, it helps chase the bad shit away."

"Yes, perhaps." Though she considered herself a strong independent person, she was grateful that her partner had found a reason to spend the night in her apartment. The thought of being by herself when she was still a little overcome by her kidnapping made her feel a little anxious. It wasn't that Booth being there made her feel safer, instead it made her feel that the apartment was real. It helped her overcome her fear that she was really still in the car, dying of oxygen deprivation. "I didn't want you to risk getting in an accident on the way home. You were exhausted . . . Booth I have a favor to ask of you . . . you may turn it down, but I am asking as your partner."

Not sure what Brennan was about to ask him, Booth didn't hesitate to answer her. "Sure ask away."

Careful how she phrased her question, Brennan cleared her throat and stared solemnly into her partner's concerned face. "Would you sleep in this bed with me for the rest of the night?"

His heartbeat increased, but he knew that he would say yes. She was asking him to stay with her as a friend and it had nothing to do with sex. "Sure, let me go get my blanket." Booth rose from the bed and entered the living room. Snatching the colorful blanket from the floor where he'd dropped it, he carried it back into Brennan's bedroom, laid on the bed and carefully wrapped his blanket around his body.

"Thank you." Brennan was relieved to not be alone. As she closed her eyes, she willed herself to relax. "If you ever have a nightmare and you need to talk to someone you can call me Booth. I won't mind. That's what partners are for."

He knew that she was afraid to fall asleep and he knew that it would take more than one day to fix what had been done to her. "Thanks Bones and you can do the same thing." His hand snaked out from under the blanket and he captured her hand in his, clasping it loosely. "I'm glad you're okay, Bones. We're going to get the Gravedigger and when we do that guy is going to regret the day he messed with you and Hodgins. He made a big mistake. No one messes with Temperance Brennan and Jack Hodgins and gets away with it."

"Yes, we will get him." Brennan yawned. Now that she was no longer alone, she felt calmer. "I never gave up hope that you would find me."

"Never Bones." Booth sighed and stared at the ceiling. "I'll never not find you if you need me to."

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