Omg can you believe I'm back after suck a long gap between 31 and 32
Suzanne: You were just lazy
Me: No honest, I had writers block on top of the total lack of Zack involving episodes on TNT.
Suzanne: Sure you did. So….can I hurt Jonah.
Me: You did win the contest. JONAH!
Jonah: W…what now…..now…?
Me: Suzanne won the contest.
Jonah: What contest? *Behind his back Suzanne pours itching powder* what…what's…what did you do to me?
Suzanne: *Holds up itching powder box* Neh *sticks out tong*
Jonah: *runs around scratching*
Me: *High fives Suzanne* Heh…now that was funny. Would you mind doing the disclaimer?
Suzanne: Eh, why not. TimeWitch does not own Bones, none of us do. SO GET ON WITH THE STORY!
Chapter 34
Memories (Not the one from Cats)
The gun fired a single round and I braced myself, knowing that the shot was meant for me. It never came. I heard another weapon discharge and Booth calling for an ambulance. I wasn't hit and neither was Booth so who could it has been?
I opened my eyes and saw that Zack had a bullet lodged in his left side. I bent down and tore of a huge chunk of that awful dress and applied it with my hand as pressure on the wound. Simultaneously I held back the frightened expression and the possibly coming tears.
I looked over for a second and saw Jonah screaming in pain at his bleeding testicles. (A/N As requested by many of my fans) I wanted to congratulate Booth on his excellent shot, but Zack…he….he was bleeding, bad. I tried not to freak out, I tried. I couldn't speak, I couldn't move; neither could Zack. His face paled; his eyes closing slowly.
"A…Are you ok a…Althy?" he asked.
"I'm fine and when you make it through this I am going to yell at you." I told him trying to make it sound a lot less serious than it actually was.
The ambulance had arrived just moments after Zack passed out. He was put on a gurney and loaded onto the back of the ambulance. I got in with him.
"Althy you should get checked out." said Booth.
"I'm not leaving Zack." I snapped angrily at him. I didn't mean to be so mad, but I guess I just couldn't help it. Zack was in serious trouble. Besides I was going to a hospital.
I thought back to the day I returned from Egypt…they day I found out the truth,
I stepped off the platform and walked along Dallas airport to where eager people stood waiting for their loved ones. Waiting for me was supposed to be Jack and Zack. I was disappointed slightly when I saw only Jack. I made a mental note to ask Jack about it later.
"Althy." he said and pulled me into a hug, "Is this all of you have?" He looked down. I only had my back pack with me.
"Are you nuts, I'm a girl? I have two suitcases waiting for me downstairs on the conveyer belt." I said letting out a small laugh. He laughed with me.
"Let's go get them."
"Jack where is Zack?"
"The Conveyer belt is downstairs, right?" He was avoiding the question. Why would he avoid telling me where Zack was? Whatever it was I hoped I would see Zack soon.
We walked down the stairs and he picked up my suitcases. I could have taken them down myself, but Jack insisted on wheeling them both to his car. We sat down; I felt the soft feel of the cushion under my butt.
He put the key into the ignition after we bucked up and pulled out of the airport parking lot.
Half way to the mansion I re-asked my question. "Uh…he's a…" attempted Jack.
"Jack Hodgins where is Zack?" I snapped angrily
"He's at McKinley, alright." he snapped back.
"W…what" I flinched slightly. McKinley? What would Zack be doing at a mental facility; sure he was a little strange. But he wasn't crazy.
"He…do you remember when I wrote you about the Gormagon case?"
"You were unnaturally happy about it." I added in, in the how I could forget it tone.
"Yeah…" He went to explain about Zack and how he became the serial killers assistant and how he pleaded guilty to killing some rude lobbyist. When we arrived at the house I walked towards my own car, standing in the garage. "Althy what are you doing?"
"I'm going to see Zack."
"At least have lunch first. I did slave over a hot stove."
"Fine, Mommy I'll stay and eat." he grunted as he took out my suitcases from the trunk.
As soon as the ambulance arrived at the hospital the doctors took him away for surgery after I…gave him his name. I had to wait in the cold, unwelcoming waiting room that just added to the dread that Zack…
I sat down in the awful dress covered in Zack's blood and leaned out; my hands resting on my knees holding up my head.
Jack and Angela burst through the door with Dr. Brennan, Cam, and Sweets. Jack gave me a hug.
"Booth told us what happened." explained Dr. Brennan. "How is Zack?"
"They took him into surgery…i…I don't know how long ago." I looked down and starred at the blood left on the dress.
Angela dug into her huge bag and pulled out a pair of jeans and my button up blue shirt along with my warm black coat.
"Booth also mentioned the dress from hell." I gave her a weak smile and changed in the bathroom.
I stepped back out and sat down between Jack and Cam. Jack placed an arm around me.
"If he….he….has to…this is my entire fault."
"No it isn't." protested Cam
"But it is." I explained "He's….in there and if it wasn't for my stupid mistake he would be here."
"Survivors guilt…" began Sweets, but as usual I cut him off.
"How many times must I tell you to stop psychoanalyzing me? I can do that myself." I snapped. Everyone shook their heads at Sweets.
Then just to add to everything else Jackie ran in and pulled me into her usual bone crushing hug. "Jackie…"
She sat down next to Sweets. All our worries were clearly visible.
One of the doctors came out. He wore the smocks that the doctors wear when they are in surgery along with those small hats, his gloves were off and the mask normally covering his face was hanging loosely around his neck.
"Zack Addy." he said and I jumped up faster than I have ever had before. "We got the bullet out and patched him up. He's unconscious now, but…" he paused "We're expecting him to make a quick recovery." I breathed a sigh of relief and almost lost my balance.
"May we see him?"
"Family only." said the doctor.
"Fiancée" I said putting my hand up high. I loved saying that. It felt so wonderful, so right.
"He's being moved to room 342. It's upstairs." Before the others could react I was already running up the stairs. I could have taken the elevator, but running up the steps toned down some of that hyper energy I felt.
He looked sweet as he lay there with IV's in his arm. I took a seat in the chair by the window and just sat there looking at him. I know it sounds creepy, but if you think about it, it really isn't.
It brought me back to the first time Zack had ended up the hospital, right after that serial killer Howard Epps, escaped. I heard the news that Zack was dead and rushed home; missing all my afternoon classes in the process.
Zack was at the main house sitting at the kitchen counter drinking a glass of water as Jack cooked what I guesses was dinner. I walked in and practically jumped Zack.
"I suppose you saw the news report." I only grunted in response. "If it makes you feel better I did help recover crucial evidence."
"No it doesn't make me feel better." I then walked over to Jack and punched him in the arm. He whined out of pain.
"What the hell was that for?"
"He shouldn't have been out in the field." I snapped. I realized that I was acting more like his mother instead of his best friend. I hugged Zack again and and sat down across from his with a piece of bread in my mouth.
I realize that I had fallen asleep in that chair; my hands resting on the side of Zack's hospital bed. Someone shook me awake. I bolted upright and saw Jack.
"You should go home, Althy." he said "The doctor said I can stay in your place,"
"No, I'm fine. I want to be here when he wakes up."
"Althy…"
"Please, Jack, don't make me." my pleading tiered eyes won him over. He hugged me and walked out of the hospital room muttering something under his breath. I went back to naptime.
Jack had a point, but I was stubborn as hell, one of the many traits of being a Capricorn. Of course for most of my life I had fought against it, but seeing as Andy was a Capricorn as well cleared that up for me.
Birthdays….I had missed Zack's as I was in Egypt until October and his birthday being August 11th. My own birthday was in just a few days. I felt stupid thinking about birthdays now. But it was the only thing that came to mind that didn't revolve around death and corpses. It even calmed me down a bit.
I woke up again at around nine at night and went down to the hospital cafeteria and bought a sandwich with the money Jack had conveniently snuck into the pocket of my coat. I came back with a small bottle of orange juice; having finished the sandwhich in the cafeteria.
I sat back into the chair and put the tip of the bottle to my lips.
"You are planning to share that, aren't you?" asked someone. I turned my head slightly and saw Zack sitting upright. I put the bottle down quickly and pulled him carefully into my arms.
"You…are…Thank God." I kissed him before calling in for the doctor. The doctor ran in and began a thorough examination of Zack, making sure that everything was ok.
"You are one lucky man Dr. Addy. That bullet went in clean." Zack didn't understand.
"He means that bullet did not hurt any organs." I explained holding his hand.
"That's correct." said the doctor. "Everything seems to be alright." he left the room.
"What happened to Jonah?" asked Zack.
"I honestly don't care. Booth shot him after he shot you. That's all I know."
Booth came in with the others holding balloons and flowers and a stuffed Teddy bear courtesy of Angela. "So what happened to the boyfriend from hell?"
"Um…" said Booth feeling embarrassed "Funny story about that…"
"Booth shot his testicles off." laughed Cam. I burst out laughing. "They managed to sow them back on in the prisoner's ward here, but he won't be enjoying anything involving them ever again." I laughed harder.
"Ah, justice prevails. See I warned him. I told him, and did he listen? No…." We all laughed.
Hardships, heartbreaks and sorrows come and go, but true relationships are forever. Angela and Jack's wedding was a month away. We all had a lot of work to do. So much to do so little time, but I didn't care. I did not care. I had Zack and he was ok and that was all that was important.
I went home; per Jack's and everyone else's insistence. The house was quiet and the kitchen was empty except for the half eaten piece of cheesecake left on the table.
Cheesecake, I thought, but Zack and I are the only ones that eat cheesecake. I then heard footsteps coming from upstairs. Zack was in the hospital and the others were with him. So the question was….who the hell was in the house?
Another cliffy, but this is a good one. Althy gets a surprise visitor. Who is it? Take a guess and tell me what you think should happen next.
Contest question: In the episode a boy in a tree Zack slept with Naomi what was the problem throughout the episode and how did Angela resolved it?
