My time of dying
Chapter 10
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"Give it a rest Ange; I am not trying to avoid him." Lynda laid her daughter in the crib. 'I am avoiding him. No trying involved.' She thought.
"Sweetie, he is the father of your daughter and as soon as my wedding rolls around, you will be off again. You need to talk to him." She was talking she was drawing the design for her wedding dress.
"No, he spends an hour with her each day; he will get to know his daughter."
"Not if you are off in Australia."
"If I talk to him he will want to come with me and then who will be here for Parker? The threat was for me and Booth. Booth needs to be around for his son. I can't take him away from Parker."
"Excuses honey. What do you think of this?" She held up the sketch book.
"Simple, elegant but very you." Lynda smiled, "Do you think the seamstress will have it finished in the next 2 weeks."
"Jack has hired 8 of the world's best. I think they can handle it." She grinned. "Now I have a great idea for yours and this cute little one."
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Booth had had a meeting with Deputy Director Cullen after he got back to DC. Surprisingly he was offered his job back and as much as it pained him to say; what Cullen did regarding the threat on Bones, was exactly what he would have done.
It hurt to know that he had missed watching her expand with life, missed watching that life enter the world. At least he got to see her now. He watched her sleep. Thatch of dark hair toped her head. She was so small, big cheeks, tiny nose, and pink lips. Delicate all swathed up in a fluffy pink blanket. The love he held for this tiny creature was only rivaled by his son. If he could only convince her to stay with him then his life would be complete.
He wanted to talk to her but every time he tried she would hand him a bottle and disappear across the yard to Hodgins' mansion stating 'wedding drama, back in an hour'.
Time was disappearing fast. He only had a week left.
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When Janice had called asking if she would need an extra hand when she went away, Lynda had not hesitated. Janice was like her surrogate mother, and as she would be basically alone in a strange city with a baby looking for a job; a friend was more than ok. Cullen had cleared it as long as she didn't reveal their location to anyone and signed a confidentiality agreement… All do able and now Rory had an adopted grandma.
She also helped out a lot with the wedding keeping everyone stress free with random stories and fresh biscuits and morning tea. Everything was falling into place except things were getting more strained between her and Booth.
If only he would leave it alone. She really didn't want to have to deal with it now. If he would just wait. Cullen said he would sort out the threat (he still wasn't telling them who it was) in the next couple of months. When she got back they could have the heart to heart they needed but now it was so horrible. Angela's wedding, the birth, going back into hiding, seeing all the old faces while pretending to be someone else was just too much. The tears flowed freely when she was alone. As much as she wanted him in her life and in Aurora's, she couldn't deal with all the pressure.
It was the dress rehearsal for the wedding tonight and she had to get ready. She wiped the tears away ashamed of her lack of control, painted on her face and left for the main house.
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Jack watched Booth warily, still not forgiving him for Angela's pain, as he walked up the drive. He felt Angela's small hand wrap around his.
"I love you." She whispered in his ear.
It was those words that made him melt. He knew what she was trying to do and how she needed him to help. "Only for you." He replied before greeting Booth.
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Booth waited patiently for the meal to end. He would only have one chance to talk to her before the night was through and it had to be right. One off word would destroy the opportunity and she would race off.
He knew Physic Angela was watching him trying to help create moments for him to talk to her and for that he was grateful. She really was amazing. After almost dying at his hand she was still trying to help him get his girl. Though he wasn't sure if it was for him or for Lynda that she was doing it.
Lynda. He hated that name, though would never say it out loud. She was Temperance Brennan, 'Bones' not Lynda Morris. It just sounded wrong every time it rolled off his tongue.
He watched her make excuses to leave and Angela's smile granting her wish, quickly followed by the one to him. He nodded tucking his chair in and following her out the door.
He knew where she would be. She was seated on the bench beside the tulips. Her silhouette had changed since Aurora. Softer, more feminine, still her.
"Can we talk?"
She looked in his direction, startled, and then sighed, slumping her shoulders in defeat.
"I'm sorry." She whispered.
"I'm sorry," His voice was firm. "I should have told you the truth that day. You should have never been angry with me."
"It made it easier to leave."
"You shouldn't have had too. I should protect you."
"No, you needed to be here to protect Parker. Parker needs you. I can take care of myself."
"I need to be with those I love, Parker and you, and now Rory." He grasped her hand forcing contact. "I missed seeing her grow within you." He whispered.
Her eyes searched him out. "I'm sorry. I missed seeing you."
"I missed you too." He leaned in to kiss her.
Her eyes flashed. Panic taking over. "I have to go. Rory needs me."
He realized his mistake and bounced out of the chair. "Let me walk you."
"It's ok. I will see you tomorrow," and with that she ran off into the night.
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"Idiot." Angela muttered. She turned from the window where she had been watching them and faced Jack. "I don't want her to be alone again."
"I know sweetie. We still have almost 20 hours to stop them making a mistake."
She smiled leaning into his frame. "And only 13 hours until you are my husband."
"Mrs. Angela Hodgins." Jack shook his head. "Sounds just right."
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Sam Cullen smiled at Janice as he walked into The Hodgins Guest house.
"Packed?"
Lynda nodded. "Just left out the clothes for the reception and bout 18 outfits for her." She nodded to the bundle in her arms. "Who knew she would need more clothes than even Angela." Holding out the bundle, "Can you take her for a second?"
He took her gratefully looking for any chance to be reminded of the daughter he had lost. "Hey Rory." He kissed her forehead before scrutinizing her toughly. "She has changed since yesterday. Looks more like Booth now."
"Why are you here?" she asked as she pottered round the kitchen making 2 coffees and a tea.
"Change in plans. You will have to go at 3.30 instead of 6."
She did a few calculations in her head. "Do-able." She placed the cups on the table and after looking at the clock realized that she would be able to get 3 hours sleep before the makeup and hair people should arrive in the morning.
"Ten mins. I have to go to bed."
Sam smiled. "I got a hold, a coffee and your co-operation. I'm good."
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"I have to leave after the speeches." She didn't beat around the bush.
"Why?" Angela was still rubbing sleep from her eyes.
"Change in plans."
"Glad the wedding is early." She gestured to the kitchen, where the housekeeper had coffee waiting.
As the emotion built through the day, Angela cried 8 times. Lynda on the other hand clocked up an extra 18 on top. Every time a voice piped up discussing the future she became a blubbering mess.
Walking up the isle in her dark blue gown, she spied Janice holding Rory she started again. She had to prepare herself for watching her best friend's walk up the isle and hastily wiped away tears.
The music changed and 'Story book love' started. Angela's gown was reminiscent of fairy tale princess of old. Long sleeves; tight till the elbows when they flowed out gently, floaty, long skirt; with intricate beads depicting vines draping down the torso, a deep V gave the dress sex appeal.
The smile on her face felt like it should wrap the world up in her happiness. She was trying to look calm and collected but by the look on her father's face, she was basically dragging him up the isle; worried Jack would change his mind.
They both seamed agitated; like the celebrant wasn't going fast enough. Though when she finally declared them husband and wife they clung to each other desperate for a connection, before turning to face their audience, all the women were blubbering and all the men pretending they weren't; their smiles lit up the room.
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18000 confetti flakes, 6000 drinks, 400 people, 394 'Wow doesn't she look like Dr Brennan?', 8 speeches, 4 layers of cake, 3hours, 2 goodbyes and 1 bridal waltz later, Lynda snuck out of the gardens and into the waiting car, to join her baby and leave them all again.
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When Booth heard her voice on the phone six months after Angela and Jack's wedding, he thought all his dreams had come true until she spoke the words that chilled him to the bone...
"Booth, she's gone. Rory is gone."
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The end... Sorry it took so long to update. Work has been crazy and I keep getting sick. I really hate winter. The sequel will be called Here I am. It should be up in the next couple of weeks. Thanks to everyone who reviewed love ya... Caio.
I'll be in my bunk...