New chapter! Sorry it took me so long to update! Been real busy. I met Corbin Bleu! YES! LOLZ! Anyways, here it is. Enjoy!
Chapter Six: Their Stories
Temperance stared at the pair in awe, looking from sir Booth to lady Camille.
"Wha-what did you say?" she stammered at them.
Booth looked up at her. "My son. He took him." He gestured towards to Camille, "and Camille's husband." A tear ran down Camille's cheek and she nodded.
Temperance looked at her, sympathetically, then at Booth. "Why would he do something like that?"
Camille shook her head. "I don't know. He used to be so kind."
Booth scowled at her. "That's a lie and you know it! Jared was never truly kind!" He turned to Temperance. "He took them out of spite."
"Spite? But what did you do to him?" Temperance asked.
"It's too long a story, lady Temperance..." Booth answered.
"Hush!" Camille said, elbowing Booth in the ribs. "You must not utter her name out here. It's not safe!"
Booth nodded, and began to walk towards the back of the shop, motioning for Temperance and Camille to follow him. They did.
When they were at the very back, Booth looked around before pushing a loose book into a bookshelf. At once the bookshelf seemed to split in two, and opened up a doorway that led down a narrow staircase, illuminated only by torches on a stone wall.
Booth motioned for Temperance to go down first, and she complied, stepping carefully down the dimly lit staircase.
When all three reached the bottom they came to a large, circular room, much like Temperance's old cottage. The room had beds along the walls, a fireplace, complete with a brass cauldron for cooking, and a table set with about half a dozen chairs. There was also a small sitting area on a platform to the left. The platform resembled a small stage. At least, it did in Temperance's eyes.
"Where are we?" she asked Booth.
Booth turned to her. "Home." He said simply, as he went to sit at the table, where Camille was currently sitting, resting her head in her hands.
"What are we going to do here, Se-Booth." she caught herself before Temperance could get suspicious.
Booth shook his head. "I don't know," he said, "but I don't think we'll get far with another fugitive on our hands." He turned to Temperance, shooting her an apologetic smile. "No offense, lady Temperance..." He bowed his head.
"That's quite alright. I understand what you mean. I should leave." Temperance said, boldly, and began walking back up the stairs, but was stopped by a hand on hers. This one was bigger, and much more rough than any woman's so it couldn't be Camille's. Temperance turned around and stared into a pair of chocolatey brown eyes.
"You can't go." Booth said simply, letting go of her the second she turned to him, and he looked down into her mesmerizing crystal blue eyes, trying to stop his own hand from tingling.
Temperance, trying to stop the vibrations on her hand by putting it in her pocket, scowled at him. "Why not?"
Booth rolled his eyes. "Because you're wanted. Dead or Alive."
"Nobody will know it's me." she said.
"They won't care. You fit the description. Blue eyes, auburn hair, and small build. They'll kill you without a second thought and they won't even be punished for it." Booth said, his voice growing deeper as he spoke.
Temperance shook her head. "That makes no sense. Why would they take an innocent boy's life, and why would they not be punished for it?"
Booth took a deep breath, and sighed. "Because, they want to make sure that there is no opposition to the crown."
"But what does that have to do with me? I didn't even know about my parents' private lives." Temperance protested.
"It doesn't matter because..." Booth took another deep breath, "you're parents are the leaders of the resistance.
Sorry. This chapter probably sucks, but I can't focus right now. I had like zero sleep last night and it's killing me! Anyways, please REVIEW!