Here we go... the second part... Brennan awakes ;)
Part 2
Brennan stirred in her sleep and suddenly she noticed something felt wrong… She felt… that she still had her clothes on, whatever she was lying on did not feel like her bed at all…plus: her headache was well off any scale she knew… She tried to open her eyes, but the light that fell through the small slits caused her to moan. After some time she tried it again and succeeded – partially. She had managed to open one eye …. And her brain analysed what she was seeing… her apartment. That was good! Although thinking was hard and ached she tried to figure out, how she had ended up on her couch, fully clothed.
The only – more or less – rational explanation was…….Angela. Sure enough, she could recall Angela dragging her out of the lab, not without "styling" her before… Brennan's headache was impressive… but annoying and she failed to concentrate on recalling details of the last evening…. She had a faint memory of Long Island Ice Tea…. And she was pretty sure there had been several glasses of it… the innocent name had led her astray…
Brennan forced her eyes open again, deciding to get a pain-killer for her head and a shower. With both eyes open and finally in a sitting position she noticed that she wasn't alone… Somebody was sleeping on the chair… and that somebody could be easily identified as Booth. Brennan frowned…. How did Booth fit into that story? Again, the only – more or less – rational explanation was Angela…. Brennan started to become angry… No doubt Angela had called Booth… for whatever reason… Deciding that her headache needed to be cured first, Brennan postponed more thinking and tried to get to her feet. 'Bad decision' were her last thoughts before her stomach started a marvellous revolution and her knees buckled beneath her.
She fell back on the couch, her knee painfully making contact with the couch table, causing a thick book to fall on the floor. The noise woke Booth with a start. He jumped to his feet and looked around astonished for a moment.
His dishevelled hair and confused face would have amused Brennan, but she was busy fighting down her urge to vomit right where she was.
Booth finally recognized his surroundings and smiled at Brennan "Hi Bones… how are you?" he asked, but when he saw her pale, sweaty face and the painful look on her face he knew the answer. "I see…hangover, headache, bad stomach… did I get everything?" He asked.
"Dizzy" Brennan managed to add and Booth nodded. "Figures"
Another wave of sickness hit Brennan and she rose and made her way to the bathroom… her movements were nowhere near steady, but she reached her destination in time. Booth heard how she slammed the door shut, followed by the sound of gagging. He sighed. He knew how a bad hangover felt, but he was pretty sure this was Bones' first really bad one… and if he could have chosen, he surely would be anywhere but in her apartment to witness that experience.
He went to the kitchen and decided to make coffee…. Brennan's stomach may still be sensible, but his was not…. And he was convinced he would need some caffeine to get along with Brennan's mood.
The smell of coffee filled the air when Brennan returned from the bathroom. She had taken a shower and her wet hair looked distractingly different to her normal appearance.
Booth wordlessly handed her a glass with water and a bit of lemon juice. "Thanks" she mumbled, swallowed and asked then "Lemon?"
Booth nodded "Vitamin C helps the body to deal with the alcohol……you of all people should know that… you took something for the headache?"
She nodded and sat down at the table, burying the head in her hands. "Why are you here?" she asked.
"Angela" he simply said.
He heard Brennan snort. "I knew that. It was obvious… what did she say… that poor Brennan drank too much and needs somebody to look after her?"
Booth sat down beside her and placed his coffee mug on the table. "No… actually she called in the middle of the night to tell me something was wrong with you and I came here to check on you."
Brennan frowned. "That was all she said? That was mean…"
"I already told her she can't do things like that…. but she was very drunk too…. God, that woman giggles a lot after some drinks…" Booth shook his head.
Brennan managed a weak smile stared into her half-filled glass. "Mhm-mhm" she mumbled something.
"What was that?" Booth asked.
"Thank you." Brennan repeated, still staring at her glass. Then she closed her eyes. "I feel…." She hesitated. "….like crap?" Booth helped her out.
"Mhm" she mumbled in agreement.
"First really bad hangover?" Booth asked in a tone he hoped was understanding.
"Mhm"
"Don't want to talk?" Booth asked
"Mhm"
"Do you believe in God?"
"Mhm"
"Ha! Bones… caught you in the act… you did not even listen to me!" Booth said accusingly.
"Mhm….what? Sorry…. My head hurts." She gave back weakly.
"Sorry to say that Bones, but you drank all those Long Island Ice Teas by yourself… now you have to deal with the consequences." Booth grinned.
"Smartass." Brennan remarked.
Booth chuckled. "You should go to bed and get some sleep… you are in an awful mood."
"Mhm….sorry." Brennan mumbled, rose and walked towards her bedroom…. A few steps before reaching the door she turned around and looked at her partner. "Thank you for coming here and looking after me, Booth… " She sighed. "No Long Island Ice Teas anymore…." She mumbled and opened the door to her bedroom.
Booth grinned. He knew that she still wasn't herself… the hangover clouded her thoughts. As soon as she had found back to her usual self she would react VERY embarrassed and VERY angry. 'I should make sure to be out of her apartment by that time' he decided and gathered his things. He left her a note on the kitchen table and drove home, hoping to get some sleep in his bed which was ten times more comfortable than her chair.