Glad people are so into this, just one more chap to go my lovlies!!
Brennan stared down the hall after him, crushed by the sudden silence. Slowly, she wrapped her arms around herself and shivered.
What just happened?
She'd never seen Booth act that way, so positively terrified, almost hysterical. She found that the sight of it shook her to the core and she took a calming breath, wishing to quiet her pounding heart.
Booth shut the door and leaned against it, screwing his eyes shut, trying desperately to drown out the voices with the slow, steady mantra he'd learned in the VA.
"Three. Deep breath. It's not real…One…Deep breath. Count to three. Not real…Two" The screams grew faint but goose bumps remained, running rampant across his skin and he felt his knees go weak when he attempted to stand away from the door.
Backing up to the bed, he dropped onto it and let his head fall into his hands. His shoulders shook as the first of the tears rushed to his eyes and he forbade them, ordered them not to fall.
He told himself it was over ten years ago, that he should compose himself and go back to Bones, he'd probably scared her. He tried, but then the pain in his feet would become unbearable and the scenes he'd tried to forget washed over him again, he simply couldn't hold them back any longer. Couldn't pretend it didn't happen, the pain, the death didn't exist. He couldn't make the memories stop playing in his mind.
Brennan blinked, searching for something to do with herself while the war waged on inside her.
He told me he is fine, I should just give him a minute. But the way he's been acting, especially that, that was anything but fine. I should go to him. So do I trust him, or do I trust me?
Attempting to stall the inevitable, she went to the living room to clean up the mess from their dinner, but they'd had pizza. There wasn't any mess. Still, she picked up the empty box and piled the coasters on top of each other in the corner. She found that only a minute and a half had passed. She glanced around, finding everything in order, she went to the bathroom to wash her hands.
She flicked on the light and her eyes fell to an orange prescription bottle on the sink. Furrowing her brows, she picked it up.
It was an extremely potent painkiller. She recalled using it when she was in the hospital with a broken wrist a while back. But this was a prescription for Booth, and it didn't have any regular dose times, it just said 'when necessary'. She sucked on the inside of her cheek for a moment and looked at herself in the mirror.
Me. I'm going to have to go with me this time. With a nod, she left for the bedroom, where Booth had disappeared only moments before.
Taking a steadying breath to prepare herself, she reached for the doorknob.
But nothing could have prepared her for what she saw when she swung it open.
I know it's short, sorry about that. Hope you'll review anyway...