The Lives We Take For Granted
Chapter Eleven
By Mistreated and Forgotten
Summary: Booth is undercover on a very dangerous assignment and Brennan is worried. But Booth's safety isn't the only thing that she's worrying about. BxB, AxH
A/N: I apologise in advance for the rather short length of this chapter and I'm also sorry for this update taking almost two weeks, here's Chapter Eleven :)
"Dr Brennan," Sweets got no response, "Temperance," still no response. "You might not be ready to talk right now but just listen to what I have to say. I'm aware that there are underlying issues in your past that haven't been dealt with. Angela didn't tell me what these issues are but you are going to have to talk about them if you want to get better, the medication will only be able to do so much."
There was silence in the room while Sweets sat hoping that Brennan was going to open up.
"I didn't want to," Brennan's voice was low and so quiet that Sweets almost didn't hear it.
"What didn't you want to do?" Sweets was fairly certain of what she was talking about but he wanted Brennan to say it herself.
"You know what I'm talking about," was Brennan's response but all Sweets did was look at her as if to say 'I want you to say it'. "I didn't want to kill myself."
"You're saying that now but I'm willing to be that earlier today a part of you wanted to. That irrational part which you keep locked away was too overwhelmed with feelings of immense sadness and grief. And at the time the only option you saw to relieve the overwhelming feelings was to self harm."
"Brennan didn't want to admit that Sweets was right so she remained quiet.
"Your silence tells me that you agree with me."
"Get out," Brennan's head snapped around to look at Sweets.
Her tone clearly told the young psychologist that the conversation was over. However, before Sweets could respond another voice joined the conversation.
The café down in the Lobby was closed which had left Angela and Booth no other option for coffee than to use the vending machine down the end of the corridor.
As they drank the horrible instant vending machine coffee the pair sat on the uncomfortable hospital chairs while Angela clued him in about what happened with Brennan whilst he was undercover.
"What happened to Bones, Angela?" asked Booth as he proceeded to take a sip of his coffee.
"After she had the miscarriage Brennan wouldn't eat, she wouldn't leave the apartment or talk to anyone. If it wasn't for me she wouldn't have gone to her doctor and been given that damn medication. Booth it's my fault she did this."
"Angela listen to me, none of this was your fault. You did everything you could for Bones and I'm grateful for that."
"Booth, she tried to kill herself and I wasn't there to stop her."
"I wasn't either and I should've been not on that damn undercover assignment. Out of the two of us I should be feeling the most guilt."
Both Angela and Booth sat sipping at their coffee, contemplating the present situation. However, it didn't take long for Booth to hop up from his seat, throw away the remainder of his coffee and storm down the corridor back towards Brennan's room. Though not without saying: "I can't sit here any longer."
When he stopped just inside Brennan's hospital room Booth found that the scene in front of him was worsening and he had no choice but to intervene. "Sweets, you're done here for now."
"But…"
"Go."
Sweets reluctantly made his way out of the room. Booth sat in the vacated chair and moved it closer to Brennan's bed. "I'm sorry I wasn't here for you."
A/N: I know Brennan doesn't usually open up to Sweets but this is a new side of Brennan, something which we haven't seen on the show before and given the circumstances of this story it's entirely possible.