I own neither Booth nor Brennan. Maybe someday I will inherit 8 million dollars and buy them. Oh yeah slavery was abolished in 1865 oh well. Maybe I'll just buy the Flyers instead.
This takes place after Brennan has been buried alive by the Gravedigger.
Chapter 8 What would you say….
She was suffocating, couldn't move, screaming. It was a dream, she knew it was a dream; it had to be a dream. It couldn't be happening again. She was alone, not alone, she couldn't be alone. She would die if she was alone. He would find her. He had to find her. "" She woke up screaming. Her mouth was dry her throat burning from the strength of her scream. She was drenched in sweat, so tangled in her sheets she was unable to move and terrified. It was three years to the day since the Gravedigger had buried her. She had known this day was coming. After that first year she had prepared carefully for each anniversary that followed. She took the day of and the day after the anniversary off from work. She would turn off her phone and hide. She hid from everyone including Booth.
Untangling herself she reached for the book she kept hidden in the end table next to her bed. Pulling it to her she opened it pulling the first page with its handwritten note to her heart. Getting out of bed she went to the kitchen to make coffee and start this horrendous day. Not really thinking she turned on the radio.
Suddenly the words of the song came flying into her mind
and you found a pen and torn up piece of paper
and a note was all you could leave
the last thing she remembered was sliding to the floor screaming "bbbbbbbbbBBBBB "
Every year since the first one Booth had marked this day on his calendar. He would take the day off and sit in his SUV watching over her. She never went anywhere, but he needed to make sure she was safe. She had seemed better this year so he thought he would try something different. As soon as he arrived he walked up to her apartment intent on asking to go the breakfast at the diner. As he reached the end of her hall he heard her scream. Pulling his gun and racing to her door he kicked it open to find her almost catatonic on the kitchen floor. Looking around quickly to make there was no one else in the apartment he gathered her into his arms. She was fighting him violently as he tried to calm her. Suddenly for some reason the words to the song on the radio became crystal clear to him and he heard:
what would you say
in the lines on a page from the life that you made
could you write it with no regrets
would you know in yourself you gave somebody else
all the love that you had inside
right down to your last prayer
what would you say
what if the moment came and
you knew your life was down to minutes
Shit, she had heard that song. He tried to reach the radio but was unable to do so without putting Bones down. He needed to turn that radio off. He had seen her reaction once when she had heard it accidently, it had been violent then and that had not been on this day. Quickly laying her down he reached up and yanked the plug out of the wall effetely quieting the radio and its hateful song. Sliding back down to the floor he gathered her up again holding her until her body began to relax. He then picked her up intending to place her in a more comfortable position on the couch. As soon as he tried to set her down and move to shut the open door, she became frantic again and placed a death grip around his neck. He waited a few more minutes and tried again with the same results. No knowing how long she was likely to stay in this semi awake state and keeping him within a hands breadth away, he decided to move her to her bedroom. At least there they would both have room and his back just might survive. As he walked past the door he was able, to his relief, shut and lock it. It might need more serious repairs later but it would do for now. Reaching her bed he settled them down for the wait.
It was late morning when she finally stirred. "Booth!" She said with a strangled yelp as she realized she was being held firmly in place on his lap.
"Wha.. What… Oh sorry Bones, you scared me there for a second."
"Booth why are you here, in my bed, holding me prisoner?"
"Ok Bones let's get a few things straight ok. First of all I am not holding you prisoner, it is you that crawled into my lap and would not leave, might I say, for the last four hours not that I'm complaining. We are in your bedroom because my back could not survive any of the other places you would allow, and I am here because you called me."
As the date and its hold on her made itself known to her again, she knew he was probably right. "But Booth how did you get in? I don't remember inviting you and I don't remember opening the door."
"Well there I have a confession to make Bones. I know this is a hard day for you. I was coming to ask you to breakfast when I heard you scream. I was worried, so I knida broke the door down and came in."
"You broke my door" she sad incredulously?
"Yeah well that scream of your scared me to death, so the niceties were kinda left behind." She had still not move from her place on his lap.
She had been clutching her book so tightly it now caused her fingers and hands to spasm, dropping it open onto the bed beside him. She tried to reach for it frantically but her hands would not corporate.
Booth reached down and handed it to her. "Bones why were you holding onto that book so tightly? I tried to take it away so you could relax your hands but you just wouldn't give it up. Is there something special about it? Does it have something to do with why you relive this day every year?"
This was it she told herself. She needed to get out of the grave the Gravedigger had placed her in those many years ago. Maybe it she told him… she trusted him more than anyone else in her world… did she trust him enough… would he still love her… did he love her now… "Booth this is the page I wrote my goodbye letter to you just in case you didn't get to us in time."
"Can I read it?"
"Are you ready to read it? Because if you do you better be ready to deal with the results."
He thought about it. They were a lot stronger now than they were then. They had overcome many obstacles. He looked in her eyes knowing he would find his answer there. He did, "yes Bones I'm ready if you're ready," and she handed him the page.
Dearest Seeley; strange to call you that now but Booth just doesn't seem right somehow. If you find this letter you will know you found Hodgins and me too late. I know you did everything you could to try and get us out alive. Please do not think you failed in some way. You have never been a failure and you never will be. Please take care of Angela and Zack they will need you now that Jack is gone too. On a practical note, you will find my will at my Attorney's. There is a sizable inheritance for Parker, other than that and an endowment to the Jeffersonian the rest of my money will go to you. Don't be angry you earned it. Seeley would you please tell Parker that I'll be watching him from up in heaven, that I'll never miss one game. You and I both know that I don't believe in heaven but Parker does.
One last thing Seeley Joseph Booth I love you more than any man I have ever loved in my life. My only regret is that I never got to see your eyes when I told you.
Love Temperance
She sat quietly on his lap with her eyes closed as he read the note. She felt his giant sobs as he read.
She knew the minute he finished. Gently his finger tips traced her jaw line as he turned her head to him. "Temperance open your eyes, say it again."
This chapter was inspired by the events in Aliens In A Spaceship Season 2 Airdate 11/15/06 and "What Would You Say – Trailer Choir Lyrics by –Trailer Choir inspired by the Sago Mine disaster in West Virginia
All I can say is sometimes you write the story and sometimes it writes you. This one wrote me. Now I'm gonna look for B&B happy to read. If I can't find it then I'm gonna write some.
