Disclaimer: I don't own Bones.
Prompt #48: Switch - Staring down the smug Gravedigger, she had to fight to keep her face schooled into her poker face. Losing her temper wouldn't help find Booth.
Booth is still missing, and we're running out of time.
Heather Taffet is sitting there smugly, so sure we'll never find where Booth is being kept. I want to hurt her so badly. But I know I can't. She has to tell me where Booth is.
Jared said he has an idea about how to find Booth. Spring cleaning, Hodgins calls it. Secret files on everyone in America.
I don't care. As long as it brings Booth home to us.
We learn about the secret storage locker. The boots come in. Hodgins finds the flecks that tell us that Booth is on a decommissioned naval ship. Jared is about to call it in when...
His phone rings.
There's been an explosion in the ocean. A decommissioned naval ship scheduled for sinking blew up too early. The same ship that Booth...that Booth was on.
I hear screaming. A high-pitched scream going on, and on, and on...
It's me. I'm screaming.
Because I've lost him.
I can hear him in my head, fighting to be heard past the screaming.
Am I finally losing my mind?
My eyes fly open, and there he is. Booth. Alive.
Is he? My hands reach out touch his face, smoothing along his cheekbones and his forehead. There are more wrinkles than I'm accustomed to seeing, an older look in his overall face..."Booth?"
"Bones, you had a nightmare," he says softly, stroking my face in turn. "Just breathe, Bones. Okay?"
It was a dream? It felt...felt so real...
But he's right. We saved him from the Gravedigger. I kept my cool until we learned about the ship, then I belted Heather Taffet across the face with a briefcase.
We saved him.
I hear another cry from the other room. I must've woken Christine.
"Go back to sleep," Booth says, pressing a kiss to my cheek. "I'll go this time."
My eyes are already shut. I'm asleep before I hear the door shut.
Another future fic!