Here it is! It's my fifth chapter! I really felt compelled to write this more sensitive chapter, and really hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer- Why in the world would I be on here if I was Hart? I don't own anything except for the characters that I listed on the other page, so just give it a rest already! xD
Author Says- This is more of a heartfelt chapter. You'll either love it because it is, or hate it for lack of action. Either way, review please. :
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Dr. Brennan and her team of "squints" plus Booth were all anxiously awaiting to hear the fate of young Zachary Uriah Addy. It was left unsaid by the doctors if Zach had a chance of pulling through, but nobody felt extremely unconfident.
Bones replayed the scene in her head…his lifeless body falling to the ground. The extent of the injury, she had witnessed, and it was fairly serious.
She had yelled at the doctors and nurses involved for not exposing more information. Normally, this behavior would have been stunted by Booth. This time, he let her yell. Truth be told, he wanted her to yell. Booth was just as anxious as the rest of them.
The only one that did not seem completely phased by the earlier events was…Cam.
Angela and Hodgins were snuggled close to each other on the waiting room bench. Any other time, it would have been a tender position, but considering the circumstances, it was anything but romantic.
Booth wouldn't let go of Brennan…except when she got up to yell at another surgeon. Frankly, Dr. Brennan didn't care. Perhaps tomorrow she'd accuse him of being overly protective and demonstrating his alpha male tendencies, but for now she was as content as possible in his comforting arms.
Even Sweets looked panic stricken, in a way. His hair was standing straight up, suffering from the number of times his fingers had run through it, during the past few hours.
He silently cursed himself for displaying such unreasonable conduct, for a psychologist who was supposed to be cool and collected.
Cam, however, was sitting rigidly in her seat, staring straight ahead at the colorful wall patterns. It wasn't as though she was looking at the patterns, though. It almost seemed that she was trying to see past the wall, at something unbeknownst to anyone else.
Angela studied Cam's position and a shiver ran through her body. She was behaving, like...well like…Bren. Cam was trying to distance herself from the world, much like her best friend who had been doing the same her whole life.
"Booth?" she whispered into the agent's ear. He was sitting in between the two best friends.
Booth raised his eyebrows as if to say, "Yes?"
"Can you take your hands off your partner for a second and allow me to talk to her?"
Booth removed his hands in an abashed manner and sent her a glare, before standing up and stretching his legs.
Dr. Brennan shuddered with the sudden loss of bodily contact, but saw Angela motion her to scoot down a seat and did so.
"I want you to talk to Cam." Angela tilted her head to the side, like a little girl begging her father for a doll.
"What? Why?"
"Because …" she silently spoke, "…she looks exactly like you did when you…thought Booth was…dead."
Temperance Brennan glared at her friend for even bringing up the horrid event.
"She needs you, Sweetie…"
On that note, Bren sighed and with slight hesitation, moved over to sit by Cam.
Dr. Saroyan barely acknowledged Brennan's appearance. She just turned her face in the anthropologist's direction and, with her eyes downcast, muttered something unrecognizable.
"Cam…" Bones started, awkwardly, "I understand that this is really affecting you, but you don't have to act like this."
"What did Dr. Sweets do to you?" Cam retaliated, with dull humor ringing through the sentence.
"I don't know what that…" Bren started, but then halted herself when she realized that Cam wasn't paying attention.
And then she did something completely unlike anything that she would normally do. She gave Cam a sideways hug.
Now Cam was paying attention.
"Dr. Brennan?"
"Listen, Cam," the scientist began, "I know how you feel. I loved Zach…almost as much as you do."
Cam's eyes widened.
"You feel like…no one can see you at such a weakened state. And then, your wall begins to build up, and you try to keep everyone out of your heart because you don't think they could possibly care enough about you to understand. Well…" she let go of Cam, "…we do care about you Cam. A lot."
At this time a doctor made his way out of the younger anthropologist's room and made a long-awaited announcement.
"All visitors can come in, now."
Cam mumbled a solemn "thank-you" and got up to go enter the hospital room with everyone else.
Before Bones could go inside the room, though, a strong hand that belonged to none other than her partner, grabbed her shoulder. He'd witnessed the whole scene.
As she turned to face him, he bowed his head, "Bones?"
"Yes, Booth?"
"Do you remember what I said about 'brain and heart'?"
"Of course, Booth," she meant it.
"Well, Bones…" he smiled at her with a glimmer in his eye, "You just nailed it."
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Zach Addy woke up in a hospital room surrounded by anxious squints and even a nervous F.B.I agent.
"A dream? All that? Could everything with the mental hospital have been a nightmare? A figment of my imagination?"
Zach's questions were answered as he moved his left leg and winced as pain shot up his thigh. Yes, that pain was not there before and couldn't have possible resulted from the explosion.
"Is he awake?" a voice whispered.
Zach couldn't put a definite face to the voice, but he believed it was Cam.
"Not quite…" he groaned in agony, "…but I'm getting there."
Hodgins smiled, "Welcome back."
Zach shook his head and grimaced, opening his eyes to the brilliant light steaming in from the windows, "Would someone kindly tell me why I'm here…again?"
Dr. Brennan, who was sitting motionless on the uncomfortable seat beside him, reached out and grabbed his shoulder, "You were shot, Zach."
Young Dr. Addy thought for a moment, "Ah, yes. There was the filling and then the gunshots…"
"Was anyone else hurt?" he sat up and let out a painful cry, before surveying the room. Everyone was there, and everyone was ok.
He let out a sigh of relief.
"Is this what you were trying to tell me, Zach?" she asked, "Is this why it was dangerous."
Zach shook his head, "No. My only fear was that he would…go after...all of you."
Dr. Brennan shot a worried glance at Booth who responded with a glance that said, "Get the information out of him!"
She sighed, "Zach, we really must know who it is…the person behind all this."
"No."
Bones looked like she'd been slapped. This was the first time that he'd ever contradicted her.
"Not unless you want to end up, like me," he muttered grimly.
Then he sat up a little more with realization, "Right, I was shot..."
"What is the extent of my injury? Where did the bullet pierce me?"
Bones bowed her head, trying to recall all that had happened in the past 24 hours.
"You had just gotten done telling me that what I had found was a filling, when all of a sudden a shot sounded, then another and another.
I shouted and Booth pushed me to the floor.
And then the gunshots stopped completely.
We all looked up to see what the gunman had been shooting at and…we all knew who the target had been when we looked up to see you falling down with blood gushing out of your leg..."
Bones stopped, hurt reflecting in her eyes, and Hodgins continued.
"The bullet hit you in the leg, dude. In your fibular artery. There was a lot of blood…"
Bren continued, "It scraped your fibular artery, which still caused blood loss, but not with such severity. If it would have pierced you Zach…you would have…died. Undoubtedly."
Booth patted Brennan's shoulder and persisted on with the story.
"The guy that shot you was gone by the time we had realized what happened. I called the F.B.I and had them seal off all the borders in D.C to catch the creep, but they never saw him. Then, Hodgins called the ambulance and we waited. Luckily Cam thought quick. She tore a wire out of the computer and wrapped it around your leg to try to stop the bleeding."
Zach turned his curious face to Cam who had been rather cold to him since his return, shortly ago.
Cam turned her face away and sighed.
"You were on the ground, in shock just like you were when the explosion occurred…only this time, you were bleeding…intensely. I naturally reacted. It was nothing personal."
Sweets grinned, "Cam has stronger feelings for you than you know, Zach."
Zach furrowed his brow as he groaned in painful agony, from the wound, and Cam bit her lip while crossing her arms over her chest.
Hodgins grabbed a hold of the sedative switch, "I think you need some pain killers, Zacko."
"No," Dr. Addy shook his head in terror, "The nightmares…they're bad enough without pain medication…please…don't…do…" but before he could finish, Hodgins pressed the button.
Now Angela turned to talk to him.
"What happened to you was incredibly horrible for me to watch, Zacharoni," she soothed.
"I'm very sorry, Angela. You've been…unimaginably kind…" the sedatives were already starting to kick in, for they were more intense than the normal stuff that he was put on at the mental ward.
"There's one thing that I'd like you to do for me, though, Zach…to make it up to me…" she said in a slightly seductive tone, "…before you have to go back to Oakland."
"What…would...that...be…Ang...Angela," he slurred, drowsily.
She smiled sadly.
"You have to sing for me, again."
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Hey, look! It not a cliffy for once! xD
I probably could have ended it as a cliffy, but I sort of fell in love with this ending…so…yeah…cute Angela and Zach moment.
And Zach is alive!
I told you, I wouldn't kill him, didn't I? :
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