B is for Beliefs

Thank you to freelancer starbuck for the word!

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I don't think I explained myself enough in the last chap. Lots of people were confused by the age differences. Tempe was younger, and Booth was a cop. In other words, major AU. I don't know how the rest of these will turn out, we'll have to see where the 'word' takes me. Thank you for reviewing, everyone!

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"Jesus is not a zombie." Booth said firmly, his grip tight on the steering wheel as he attempted to maneuver through rush hour traffic.

"He rose from the dead three days after being crucified, I think that counts as being a zombie. Zombie, by definition,--" Brennan started, only to be cut off by her partner.

"Don't definitionize me, Bones. Jesus is not a zombie, and it's fine if you don't believe, but just don't insult me!" Booth growled, his fingers tapping wildly on the steering wheel.

"Definitionize? I don't know what that means." Brennan replied, her eyebrows together and her bottom lip between her teeth in confusion. Booth sighed and took off his sunglasses, glancing over at her.

"It means you are getting squinty--"

"Booth! Eyes on the road!" Brennan shrieked as they swerved dangerously.

"Shit!" He barked, the tires screeching wildly as they spun in a complete U to avoid the oncoming car. The SUV jerked to a halt and the partners sat there, both panting.

"Wow, that was a close--"

SLAM!

They were hit from the side, and head on. Brennan was thrown towards Booth from the impact, but the seatbelt jerked her back into her seat. The windshield shattered. Time seemed to stop, and the last thing Brennan remembered before she blacked out was Booth's eyes, locked with hers, terrified and filled with pain and love.

She didn't know how long she was unconscious, but it must have been mere minutes because when she woke, she was still in the car. Coughing from the smoke that was now billowing from the hood, she flipped her head to the left, and her heart caught in her throat. Booth was unconscious, his head bleeding from a cut. She had to get them out of there.

Straining her arm, she tried to reach one of the glass shards from the windshield. Her arm was too short, so she gave a jerk. Screaming when she felt her shoulder dislocate, Brennan grabbed the glass and sliced through her seatbelt. Dragging herself to Booth's seat, she did the same for him. Once he was free, she tried to open the door.

Of course, it was stuck.

She somehow got her leg up and kicked at the door. To her surprise, she felt it budge. A few more well placed whacks, and the door opened up. Clinging to Booth, she dragged the two of them out and onto the pavement. By now, the three car pile up had attracted some attention, and someone had called an ambulance. She heard the sirens, but that's not what she cared about.

Once they were about ten feet away from the car, and after brushing off help from the many worried bystanders, Brennan held Booth in her arms. His head lolled back on her shoulder, and she buried her face in his neck.

"God, if you are in fact real, please save this man." She prayed, rocking him back and forth, crying into his neck. "Please save him. Please, God, and I didn't mean it. Jesus isn't a zombie."

"Glad you see it my way, Bones." Her head snapped up at his weak voice.

"Oh God, Booth." She hugged him tighter to her. "I thought you were--"

"Shhh. It's ok Bones." He tried to sooth her. "I'm fine, I think."

"You think? Where does it hurt?" Brennan asked worriedly.

"Well, my whole body hurts. Want to kiss me and make it all better?" He asked, his charm still firmly intact as he grinned up at her.

"Oh, fine. But just for the record, your ego doesn't need any more--" She started.

"Just shut up and kiss m--" He was cut off by her lips on his. Struggling against holding his weight in a sitting position, Brennan slowly sank down so that they were both lying on the ground, tangled together. A throat clearing made them break apart, panting.

A tall, black, female paramedic was standing next to them, tapping her foot impatiently.

"Are you two done, or are we gonna have to take you in like that?" She asked, arms crossed.

"No, ma'am, I think we're good." Booth said with a grin.

"Sir, you have a large cut on your head. I am taking you to that hospital whether you like it or not."

"But--"

"No buts. Get in that ambulance, now." The paramedic commanded, her voice forced calm.

Booth and Brennan gulped.

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They were sitting side by side in the ambulance, heads hung low guiltily.

"What on earth inspired you to start a pile up?" The paramedic asked, bandaging the cut on Booth's head.

"I didn't mean to." Booth mumbled, feeling like he was in the principals office.

"Hmmm." She responded. "All done. Now--" She started, pointing accusingly at both Booth and Brennan. "You two are going to cooperate. When we get to the hospital, both of you are going for x-rays, and you--" She pointed at Booth, "Are going for a CAT scan for that bump on your head. We're not taking any chances here, even a minor head injury can do damage. Am I clear?"

"Yes ma'am." Booth and Brennan replied, nodding like guilty children.

"Good. If I hear that you are causing ANY trouble, I will personally come down to X-ray."

The ambulance arrived and Booth and Brennan got out, heading for x-rays.

"What does she think we're gonna do, Bones? Blow up the place?" Booth asked, his arm slung around Brennan's waist. She shrugged and leaned into him, the events of the day catching up with her. Booth wasn't looking where he was walking, and as a result ran into a young, blond, male intern who was carrying a large box of surgical instruments. They all went down with a loud crash, various metal pointy things flying in every direction.

Booth, who still had his arm around Brennan's waist, hauled her to her feet. Bending down, he held out his hand to the intern he had knocked over.

"Sorry about that." Booth said, helping him up.

"That's ok. I couldn't really see over the box anyway. Can you help me pick these up?" The intern asked. Both Booth and Brennan nodded, stooping to pick up the instruments. Once they were all back in the box, they went their separate ways.

"Well, maybe we COULD blow the place up." Brennan said with a smirk. Booth rolled his eyes and tugged her closer to him.

"Only us Bones, only us."