Booth was lay in the back seat of the car, his jacket was thrown over him to keep him warm. His hair was stuck up in varied places, he had huge bags under his eyes and his skin was rather pale. His tie was unfastened, his shirt was untucked and he had already taken of his shoes. Booth knew he was going to die, he decided to get comfy until then.
Booth began to think, would it hurt to die ? It sounded so childish yet he couldn't help but be scared. He had laughed in the face of death so many times, he had been so close to dying but his will to live was always stronger then his fear of death. He had never wondered what would of happened if he hadn't done a certain something, if he had died, he had always been grateful and never thought back.
His thoughts then led to Parker. Booth sighed, he rolled onto his side and closed his eyes. Parker would now grow up without a Father, would he even remember him when he grew up ? Booth would never be able to shout at him over his grades, prepare him for his first date or make him revise instead of playing football. Booth had never realised how much he treasured the little things, he had never noticed until it was all about to be stripped away.
Booth rolled back onto his back, he looked at his watch and began to work out how long he had been captive for. It had been twelve, boring and miserable, hours which meant that he only had another twelve hours to make the most of life. Booth put his hands behind his head and leaned on them, continuing to look up at the dark roof of the car. He had always expected to die of old age, or protecting a loved one - he never thought he would die by being held captive until he suffocated to death.
Booth was actually surprised at him. He was lay down in the back seat of a car which was buried underground, with his jacket over him like a blanket. It was like he was welcoming death. He had expected himself to atleast try to survive, try and find a way out but he had lost all hope. He knew that if Temperance couldn't get out alive, then he had no chance. Anyway, dying wasn't all that bad - he would join Bones, right ? But what if he was dissapointing Bones, what if she had wanted him to fight instead of giving up so easily ? Shouldn't he atleast fight, for his son and for his partners memory.
"Im a failure" mumbled Booth, lying on his stomach and shoving his face into the seat.
A tear trickled down his cheek, he took a deep breath in then breathed out. He was scared, infact he was beyond scared - he was freekin terrified! Booth began to shake, he tryed to control it but he couldn't help it. He rolled onto his side, letting the tears fall as he fell asleep ...
Hours later, or what it seemed like to Booth, he felt the car shaking. He closed his eyes tighter, it was probably himself shaking and he knew that he was probably dying. Suddenly, light hit his face which made Booth cringe.
"Booth ?"
Booth opened his eyes quickly, he knew that voice. He sat up slowly, looking infront him and wondering if it was the person he thought it was. Stood in the light was Temperance Brennan, smiling gently at him and holding out her hand.
"Am I dead ?" questioned Booth, a tear rolling down his cheek.