The Flood
Sitting there on the edge of the bed he pushed, pushed to see what was behind the veil. He had been content with this existence for too long. Maybe he didn't want to get the memories back, maybe Brennan was right, and maybe he would realize this wasn't his life. Breaking forever the delicate love they had created.
The flashes came so bright, so quickly it was almost like being caught on an out of control merry-go- round.
A merry-go-round,
his son,
panic,
a serial killer,
Howard Epps,
the blondes,
Her balcony,
the postal worker,
Jasper the pig,
Brainy Smurf,
the brain trust,
the gravedigger,
the sand,
the fear,
the submarine,
her tears,
her embrace,
the blood,
the truth,
the lies,
burying her mother,
burying the dog,
finding her brother,
the mistletoe,
the tree with lights,
the Christmas lung fungus,
the robot,
Zack,
Zack in Iraq,
the explosion,
Gormogon,
the car accident,
the convertible in LA,
the tightrope at the circus,
the clowns,
the maze,
the Wonder Woman outfit,
The hot dress in Vegas,
Hot Blooded,
The fridge explosion,
her staying with him in the hospital,
Russ's sick daughter,
Baby Andy,
her father,
the trial,
her testimony,
her heart,
their friendship,
the diner,
the fries,
the beer,
the Founding Fathers,
his birthday,
Jared,
the drinking,
the night with scars,
Sweets,
the counseling sessions,
we're not a couple,
the "line,"
Cam,
his girlfriends,
her boyfriends,
their friends,
Angela,
her ex husband,
her scary father
, the almost wedding,
the bridesmaid dresses,
Hodgins,
his mansion,
conspiracy theories,
case theories,
suspect theories,
computerized theories,
relationship theories,
questions about love,
the baby promise.....
The coffee cup shattered to the floor, as Booth slipped off the bed to his knees. He gripped at the floor, desperately trying to get the spinning to stop. She rushed to be by his side, terrified, but the look on his face told her everything she needed to know.
She saw instantly on his face that he remembered, that he knew. All of his memories now threatened to drown them both. She looked into his eyes and he pulled away. He rolled back up onto his heels and just breathed one word. "Bones." She looked at him waiting for some kind of understanding. But all she saw on his face was pain. Pain that she had caused.
All this time he was the one with amnesia, but it was her past that had been haunting them.
She got up from the bed threw on her clothes and moved to leave.
He tried to reach her arm but she pulled it away, still moving toward the door. "I just need a minute…a minute to think." He called out to her. The front door closed. "WAIT!" He jumped from the bed.
But he was too late, she was already gone.
AN: I tried to make the flood of memories be as stream of thought as possible, if you look there are connections between each memory. They are a string on inter-related moments. I also thought it made a nice visit to the cannon material.
I finished writing the story. I just need to revise and post! Let me know how you think it will end!