Hey. sorry ive been a bit slow on updating but im in the middle of exams, so my next chapter might take a bit longer to update, but i'll try typing in my spare time when im not studying.
so, some of you might not have liked the last chapter. I understand that. And some of you may be really confused by the end of this one. You'll see why.
Hopefully this chapter has fulfilled all you reviews, which i thank those people who did.
Oh, rated a slight M for a bit in it, though i didnt go into much detail. sorry if your disappointed.
Was it a dream? Or was it his future?
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White light.
Bright.
What had they always said?
Don't walk into the light.
But where else was he meant to go? It was everywhere, surrounding him, covering him like a cloak. Everywhere he moved he was bathed in it. He turned around, but all he could see was endless light.
Was this death?
He felt light-headed.
Painless.
He looked down.
He was wearing a traditional hospital gown. He lifted it up slightly. No bullet hole.
He looked up.
No roof. No walls. He was in an empty space of pitiless nothing.
He turned again.
He got nowhere. Found nothing. Saw no one.
Where am I?
So he could still think. That was a good sign. He patted himself. He felt solid.
Was this a dream?
Hmm...
He was confused. He looked at his wrists. His flaming tattoos were still burning black, imprinted on his skin.
Everything felt real. Everything looked real. He himself looked like he had just woken up from the hospital. But he had no idea where he was.
Was he with Bones?
He squinted, his brown eyes searching furiously for her soothing blue ones. But they didn't meet any – blue or otherwise. His heart sank.
This must be death. Bones wasn't here. And he couldn't live without her. He would rather die then not have her with him or know where she was.
He decided to experiment. Nothing would be achieved by just standing here. He took a step forward, and felt as though he were walking on solid concrete and also a pillar of cloud. It was a strange sensation.
He walked forward, his footsteps taking him to nowhere. He didn't know what direction he was going, or where he was heading. He was just walking forward. One foot in front of the other.
After what seemed like a lifetime, he spotted a solid object. At last, something to look at in this dense, deserted waste land.
It was a door. Cautiously, he reached out and touched the handle. It was smooth, the metal cold under his skin.
Another accomplishment. He could feel.
He ran his hand over the smooth knob, wondering whether to open it. What would be on the other side? What harm could come? It was pointless worrying, as wouldn't it only open to more blank space?
Booth reached up with his other hand and rapped against the air next to the door. The sound of his knuckles on metal rebounded in the open space.
This was weird.
A door. A metal wall. Blankness.
He focused his concentration back on the door in front of him. The metal was shiny, and he had an aimless thought of whether someone had polished it lately.
Focusing his mind back, he turned the doorknob, using no strength.
He was amazed at what lay beyond.
He saw Brennan, sitting at her office desk, smiling at him.
He saw a body, disintegrating on the muddy path below his feet.
He saw Brennan sitting next to him in the hospital, a bandage on her head.
He was looking into the window of his past.
He didn't know how this was possible. He was walking, thinking, seeing, and yet he was looking through an open door to see images of his past. He put the strange thought behind him, focusing instead on the thoughts ahead. It didn't make sense.
Then again, the world never did.
He watched from the doorway. The sights he saw were familiar.
Him playing in the downtown park with Parker.
The clown from inside that dreaded maze. He shivered. Clowns.
Looking over a balcony, his sweaty palms trying to hold onto Howard Epps. Watching him fall.
He saw the mistletoe twinkling, flinging green light around the room, illuminated by his partner's lights. He remembered her face when she had leant in, utter passion, experimentation and longing etched onto her pale face.
He saw Brennan, her face stricken with fear, as she was under the power of Kenton, her arms tied above her head, her eyes pleading, her skin deathly pale.
He flinched away from this memory. The picture changed, and soon he was watching Brennan singing, her body jumping around the stage, her eyes filled with pure joy.
But then he started to see images that he was sure he had never encountered before, and soon knew that he was looking at his future.
Or was it his dreams?
He saw Parker, around 13 years old, holding hands with a pretty blonde girl.
He saw Zack back in the lab, his white shapeless suit replaced with t-shirt, jeans and standard blue lab-coat.
He saw Angela and Hodgins, standing at the alter, rings twinkling on their fingers.
This was when he became confused.
He had dreamed of Hodgins and Angela's marriage the day they had run away from their wedding. He saw other dreams he remembered too.
A clown, running at him with a knife, his made-up face laughing, mouth open. He cringed.
One of his long-dead colleagues, talking to him. He had dreamed that soon after he had died.
But then the dreams and the future became confused. He saw glimpses of both what he remembered in his sleep and what he was sure could happen in the future.
But it was the last image that he held his gaze on, utterly confused.
It was Brennan. He was seeing her from his point of view, as all the other memories, but this one he wasn't sure what it meant.
Was it a dream? Or was it his future?
Both he and Brennan were lying in a bed (his own from a quick glance) and they were both completely, utterly naked. Booth had his arm around her shoulders, her smooth skin rippling under his touch. She rolled over, and Booth saw what he had wanted to see for a very, very long time.
Bones. Naked. In front of him. Purposefully.
He saw his eyes turn hungry in the reflection of her own pale blue ones. She had a naughty smile on her lips.
"I know you want me, Booth," she whispered, her words like fire. "Now you can have me."
And then Booth did as he had never dared to do with his partner. He took her mouth in his, kissing her passionately but with force, power. He didn't care about all that crap she spoke about dominant males in a sexual relationship – he just wanted to show her what he was made of. And with her permission, he could.
He showed her why his ex always came back to him. He showed her why he needed to be with her. He showed her all his love, and could see the satisfaction in her looks and sounds.
But was it a dream? Or was it his future?
*
Brennan waited at home. She couldn't eat. She couldn't sleep. She just sat on her couch staring into nothingness, letting her tears stain her cheeks. She knew it wasn't rational, but she couldn't think of what else to do. Booth was gone.
She got multiple visits from her colleagues especially Angela. They tried talking to her, persuading her to come back to the lab, gave her sleeping pills to knock her out. She knew that they were trying to help her, but she all she really wanted was to be alone. She was very, very stubborn sometimes, and this time was no exception.
It was actually Hodgins who managed to get her out of the house. He seemed so sincere Brennan actually wondered what her staying home was doing to him. He came to her apartment, pointlessly knocking, then letting himself in anyway. He went and sat on the couch opposite her.
"Dr B," Hodgins asked slowly. "We really need you back." He started with sympathy.
But Brennan would not be swayed so easily. "You don't need me. I'm fine here." She sounded like a record on repeat.
Hodgins knew kindness wouldn't work so he tried the only way that he could relate to her. Stubbornness.
He pointed a finger at her. "Look, Brennan. Booth's dead. There's nothing you can do about that. But sitting here doing absolutely nothing won't accomplish anything. Do you know how I'm feeling at the moment?"
Brennan stared at him. He didn't get annoyed too often.
"I have Angela on my back every five minutes complaining that you're not there." Brennan knew that this could be true. "You're not the only one who misses Booth."
"I know that."
"Yet do you see any of us going on a hunger strike?" He was sounding fierce, and Brennan was surprised. As usual, she tried to cover her emotion with facts.
"But thousands in Tanzania-"
"Yes, but you're not doing it for them. You're doing it because you miss Booth. Well, we all do. But we really need you back. No-one can do a case as no-one can look at the bones as well as you do."
"Zack can!" she protested.
"Zack refuses to. He won't do a thing because you're not there. 'I need her permission!'" Hodgins imitated Zack in a high-pitched voice.
"Tell him I gave him permission."
"It doesn't matter. He still won't do it." He was getting frustrated now, his eyes angry. "You're the best we have, Dr Brennan. We need you."
Brennan looked up into his eyes. His deep blue eyes. She could see the exasperation, and knew that all he said would be true. He also knew that being as he was, he wouldn't leave until she gave up.
She gave a ghost of a laugh. "Fine. You win."
Hodgins smiled in accomplishment, and held out a hand to help her up. She ignored it and jumped up, hugging him instead. He stumbled back a few steps then hugged her back.
*
The call came the next day.
And Brennan almost fainted when she heard who it was.
*
She was working on a body which had been in her lab for a few days, untouched in her absence. It had fallen off a twenty story building, though whether 'fallen' was the correct term Brennan was determining.
Her cell buzzed in her pocket. She peeled off her gloves and slapped them on the stainless steel table, reaching into her pocket for the machine.
She glanced at the caller ID, then checked again. Her heart nearly stopped in surprise.
Her hands shaking, she pressed the green button, cautious of the suspicious eyes on her back. "Hello?" she asked warily, unsure what to expect.
"Hey Bones!"
She dropped the phone in surprise, metal clunking on metal.
She screamed in terror, and jumped back in horror, then turned and ran off the platform.
Sorry if you were disappointed by the lack of detail in that...scene, but...you know... hope you didnt mind
so you might be a bit confused, but i will explain it in the next chapter. Any ideas for what i could do would be great. please give me any thoughts on what you thought....:) thanks for reading