A/N: Hello all. Been awhile since I updated this, I know...and I know it's short...but I finally got my muse back and I've found a way to finish it. I hope ya'll will like it...once I get it written and online.
As always, love if you will, hate if you must. I will take whatever you care to dish out. Enjoy!
Rafe had found the flight. It hadn't been easy for the Rottweiler, between sneaking on the base, finding the flight line, and getting on board the correct aircraft, but he had done it. Now, with the howl of the engines whining in his ears, he waited patiently, lying down with his head on his paws as the aircraft cut through the night sky.
Soon, soon your destiny will be fulfilled. The shadows whispered as his golden eyes glowed in the darkness and he lay patiently in wait. Soon…
Rafe was snoozing lightly when the aircraft touched down in Fort Carson. The thud of impact, followed by the screech of the tires on the flight line, roused the Rottweiler from his slumber.
Getting to his feet with a soft whimper of pain, the big dog made his way to the tail of the aircraft, waiting in silence for the plane to stop and the ramp to drop. Rafe's golden eyes glowed fiercely as he waited patiently.
Hurry, Rafael. Hurry. The whispers of the spirits murmured in his ears. You haven't much time.
His eyes flashed, burning brightly in the darkness of the plane's cargo hold. You will hold her life in your paws. Don't let her down.
With those words ringing in his ears, Rafe got to his feet as the ramp finally dropped. The mighty Rottweiler launched himself forward, charging down the ramp with a single thought running through his mind. I must not fail.
Rafael was on the move.
In a maintenance hangar not far from the flight line of Fort Carson, a dozen men sat silently, all of them seated on ATVs of various sizes, colors, and manufacturers. One of them whittled away on a stick of wood while another sharpened a big hunting knife.
The screech of the blade sliding across the whetstone would have unnerved even the calmest of souls. But these men, so cold and uncaring, were unshakable.
"One less we need to be concerned with." One of them said to no one in particular.
"Never thought that one would go like that. Figured the meddling broad would die from sticking her nose where it doesn't belong one too many times." Another growled coldly.
"That big FBI agent's our main concern. Probably that nosy Army sergeant too." A third spoke out before silence fell once more. But what they did not know was that they were being watched.
Golden eyes glowing with fury, it was all Rafe could do to keep from launching himself through the glass in front of him.
The Rottweiler's powerful muscles tightened beneath his gleaming black hide, and with a low snarl, he crouched, fully prepared to spring when a powerful voice froze him in his tracks.
Rafael, no! His ears perked up and he raised his head, listening to the one voice he would never disobey.
Rafe. They are not your concern now. Go to her. She needs you now. Go, Rafe. Go.
With a soft huff of acknowledgement, Rafe stepped away from the hangar before turning and charging in the opposite direction.
Rafael was on the move.
Booth sat on his bed in Cory's guest room, wracking his brain as he thought about his friend's words from earlier that day. You know what you have to do, Booth. Now do it.
"If I know what to do, Cory…they why don't I understand? Why can't I do this?" He murmured aloud. With a soft sigh of discontent, Booth rolled over and laid down, missing Brennan's presence at his side.
Earlier, Booth had finally admitted to Brennan that he knew about the cancer, and he told her just how long he had known. At first, she had been ashamed, then relieved when she realized that he was not angry. But later that night, she had begun to have trouble with her stomach, and she had vomited several times already.
Citing her sickness, she told Booth that she was going to sleep in Cory's other spare bedroom. She didn't want to wake me up every time she had to go to the bathroom, she said. He thought, utter misery tearing through his mind.
Grabbing his pillow, he pressed his face into it, letting loose with a wordless howl of anguish as tears leaked from his dark eyes. Why?