Booth felt fuzzy, he could hear his blood rushing in his ears. A sure sign that he was still alive.
And for some reason that wasn't a good thing.
Something is wrong.
Something is missing.
Someone...
Booth felt confused.
He was trying to fight through the haze of the sleeping gass. But he couldn't, he felt heavy and fuzzy and confused and yet he felt cold. There was this deep cold.
A cold radiating from his heart.
Have to open my eyes.
He realized that something was wrong, he also realized that opening his eyes would help him clear his mind.
So he tried.
But it didn't work.
His eyelids felt heavy.
Somehow that feeling was familiar.
Last time my eyelids felt this heavy, Bones was straddling me.
And then everything hit him.
It's Luke Tyler. He raped her, to get his revenge on me. Because I send him to jail. Because he lost his sister. Because she killed herself, so he killed...
He couldn't bring himself to finish that thought.
But it did make him open his eyes.
He would never forget the horrifying, sickening sight that assaulted his senses.
Bones, HIS Bones was no longer safe in his arms.
Her body was pinned between a chair and Luke's body.
Blood was dripping from the wounds on her abdomen.
He had ripped them back open.
Booth had a particular good view of the wounds because she was only in her underwair.
Luke was in the proces of removing her bra.
This was the proverbial drop.
He would've endured any and every torture Luke had in store for him, if that would've meant keeping her safe.
But she was already gone.
I already failed to protect her and keep her out of harms way.
That thought pained him to no end.
Which turned out to be a good thing, since it fueled his anger.
I will NOT allow her body to be violated by him ever again!
Without so much as giving it a second thought, he stood up.
The moment he was up, he noticed something.
His hands were still untied.
In his rage he flew at Luke, arms stretched out, hands aiming for his throat.
To both their surprise, a few minutes later, Booths hands were choking the life from the man that had killed Bones.
HIS Bones.
Both men were struggling and wrestling each other on the floor.
Although Booth was still dazed by the gass, the adrenaline flowing through his body was working against it.
And the rage gave him a strength he didn't know he possessed.
Booth could've killed Luke easily, but suddenly he heard it.
The most beautiful, gutwrenching, desperate sound, he was sure he would never hear again.
Her voice.
Without thinking, purely acting on instincts he turned his head to see her.
And he did.
He saw the tears spill from her eyes, her beautiful blue eyes who were looking back at him.
They were desperate and afraid.
And then he felt his heart drop.
Because he saw the gun that the other kidnapper pushed to her head.
"Let go of him, or I'll kill her."
He pulled her by her hair, making her yelp.
That sound gave Booth strength.
It was proof that he wasn't hallucinating.
But with it came a feeling of utter dispair that quickly settled in his chest.
He let go of Luke and sank to the floor, his ankles still tied to the chair.
There you go sweeties !!!
I know you had to wait awful long
but wasn't this just worth it?
Let me know!!!