Letter H is here! This word was suggested by both my great beta Shin(Bonesbird) and by the lovely Erin( Your Worst Nightmare -x- )! Thanks girls! This series really is experimental for me, I literally write down everything that comes to mind and the most different things come out! I'm actually quite proud of these chapters, I'm learning so much from them!
The timeline for this is a little uncertain, let's say it's set somewhere after the season 4 finale, because there are spoilers just until then. Bones is still not mine.
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She was running, out of breath. She didn't even know from whom exactly. She just ran. As fast as she could, so no one could get to her. It was cold, it was raining. Sometimes she fell on the ground, hurting and bruising herself on the stones and rocks. But she always stood up and kept running, even faster.
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She couldn't move. Her arms were tightly tied over her. She wanted to scream but couldn't. She had fabric in her mouth. Dogs. She heard and saw dogs barking. Hungry dogs trained to kill and eat whatever it was given them. And the man with the raised gun and the sharp knife wasn't a good sign too. She knew that she didn't have many seconds left.
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She was sitting somewhere. She tried to realize where she was. There was music. It was dark. A very bad feeling rose into her. Her fingers fumbled in front of her until she found the switch she was looking for. She didn't know exactly why she knew it was even there, but when the small light switched on and illuminated her surroundings she immediately understood. Panic grew within her as her breathing became hitched. She knew that car. She knew what had happened.
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Blood. All she could see was blood. Blood on her hands, blood seeping through the green fabric she knew so well. Blood flowing out of her partner's body, lying helpless on the ground. His hand moved to clutch hers. Her eyes never left his and she saw the light leaving them. All she could see was blood and all she could hear was the weak and shallow sound of his breathing as he struggled to live. He was not a weak man. He was a strong, strong man. "Come on, Booth, come on!" Don't leave me.
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White walls. Low pained voices. White gowns. Pale lights. The typical smell of a hospital. A group of people gathered silently and teary eyed in a waiting room. Waiting. Praying. Praying for a miracle. She was separated from the rest of the group. An uncomfortable chair away. Her eyes locked to the double doors where her partner had disappeared on a gurney. He was still alive when he had gone in there. Barely, but alive. She had made sure of that. She wasn't praying. Not like the other people there. He was going to be fine. He had to. Just had to. A surgeon in scrubs emerged from the operating room she was staring at. She couldn't read people well, but the moment she saw his eyes she knew what his next words would be. I'm so sorry.
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All the sounds were smothered by the much louder sound of the helicopter's blades and engine. She looked down. The ship they had been looking for all night was right under her. A very big ship. With five minutes to live. And somewhere on that ship was her partner. With five minutes to live. Where are you?
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Hospital. Again. But she wasn't sitting this time. She was standing. She was on the other side of those doors she had stared at for hours less one year before. Same room too, ironically. But, even if the situation was a bit different, it was basically the same. She was waiting. Waiting for the hell to be over. Waiting for mercy. Waiting for that terrible heart-shattering sound to stop. Waiting for her partner's heart to start beating again. His warm, gentle, caring heart. The heart wasn't supposed to be the problem there. The brain, that's why they were there. He had asked her to come with him to the operation room. She had accepted. But she couldn't stay objective while looking at the surgeons cut through her partner's skull and brain. And most importantly she couldn't stay objective while her partner's loving heart stopped right in front of her. Please, live. "If I don't make it… " Please.
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"Help"
"I'm here" he whispered, tightening his arms around her and gently kissing the top of her hair.
Still between sleep and wake she curled into him even more and she buried her face in his neck. He softly brushed her hair and kept holding her through her nightmares reassuring her "I'm here, I'm here" he kissed her hair again, promising "I'll always be." I got you, baby.
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So, did you like it? Still here? As always, don't forget to let me know what you thought of it! And I really appreciate suggestions for I–words!