Hey guys! Sorry it's been so long, but here's two chapters to make up for it. This is the final episode of season six. I am thinking of writing another, separate story, of the time in between season six and seven. Tell me what you guys think, review!
~AlphaGirl13
Disclaimer: Like I've said: I don't own Bones
It was late, well past midnight. But I sat on my bathroom floor without moving. Five minutes. In five minutes I would receive an answer that had the potential to completely change my life. But I didn't have all the facts, so I just sat and waited. My heart rate was regular; I was passive and unfeeling. I would not be excited, scared, or disappointed until I had all the facts. I checked my watch: two minutes left. Bracing my hand against the wall, I pushed myself to standing and leaned against the sink. I grabbed a wipe and began to remove my makeup, rubbing slow circles over my eyes.
My watch beeped and my hand slowly lowered to rest against the edge of the sink. I stared at my reflection, looking at the softening features around my eyes, the crisp blueness of my irises. My auburn hair fell simply around my shoulders; my bangs framed my face, making it appear smaller. I took a deep, shaky breath and looked away.
I picked up the little plastic stick and sat down on the toilet. Two pink lines glared up at me. My body metaphorically deflated. My shoulders slumped, my elbows rested heavily on my knees, and my hands were crossed and limp. My fingers curled weakly around the stick as I hung my head. I was pregnant.
I slid myself off the toilet and sat on the floor again. Hugging my thighs to my chest, I buried my face in my knees. My whole world was turned upside down. I never wanted kids; I couldn't be a mother. Would I keep the fetus? Would I tell the father? Would I runaway? Would I raise the child alone? After my childhood, would I be able to love it? My fears swarmed through my head and I felt a lump form in my throat.
I let the tears fall until my body shook with exhaustion. As my eyelids drooped, I made a decision. Yes, I had never wanted children. Yes, my childhood had ended traumatically. Yes, I was hurt and had feelings for a man I couldn't have. But the baby could be my chance at a new start. I had been going through rejection and pain, but maybe this child could be my escape. With this thought, I let my body drift into sleep.
I was awoken sharply by an obnoxious ringing. I sat up, groaning and wondering why I was on the floor of the bathroom. Before I could asses my situation, my phone rang again.
"Brennan." My voice was still saturated with sleep.
"Bones! Did you just wake up? It's after noon!" Booth's voice rang accusingly through the phone.
I lifted my wrist to look at my watch and my eyes landed on the little white stick in my hand. The entirety of the previous night flashed through my mind. A sharp gasp escaped my lips.
"Yeah, exactly. Did you have a late night?" Booth asked, not truly knowing the cause of my gasp.
I composed myself before speaking. "Uh, yeah. I stayed up late working on paperwork for the Broadsky cases."
"Hey I thought we agreed that I would help you with that!" Booth admonished me. "Anyway, get up sleepy head. We've got a case! I'll be at your place in an hour."
I only mumbled a response before ending the call. Lifting myself from the floor, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I looked nothing like I had the night before. My eyes were bloodshot and puffy, my hair was a tangled mess, and my body was hunched over in exhaustion. I turned away, stripped, and turned the shower on full blast.
After washing my hair, I stood under the water and found myself rubbing slow circle over my uterus. I would keep the child, but I wasn't ready to be a mother. The fetus was a result of a cheap night with Booth. An experience neither of us had mentioned. A sexual encounter born out of pain and poor timing. How would he react to the pregnancy? He was a good man; he would support me and the child. But, would he want to? Tears welled in my eyes but I blinked them away. I shook the thoughts of rejection from my mind and got ready for a crime scene.
Booth knocked on my door, and when I answered, my face was clear and my smile was genuine. I could compartmentalize.
Let me know what you guys think of another story and these two chapters. I love reviews, as every writer does.
~AlphaGirl13
