213A/N: this story is how I picture "Wannabe in the Weeds" ending…this would have been the perfect ending for the season…if I may say so myself :D
Disclaimer: Still don't own Bones…
I love you Temperance Brennan
Those were the last words Booth said to me before he slipped into unconsciousness. After
being shot in the chest, who could blame him?
I wake up with a blistering pain in my lower back, sitting up I open my eyes. I realize that I am sitting in Booths hospital room. The steady chirping of the heart monitor both comforts and frightens me. The door opens and a nurse arrives carrying an I.V. of some sort and begins attaching it to Booth's lifeless arm.
"Any news?" I croak out to her, hoping to God that there was some change in his condition even though I had sat there all night. She slowly nodded her no, and turned to face me "You should go home sweetie, your covered in…" she stopped. Looking down at my hands I realized that I am indeed covered in Booths blood. I shake my head no. Reaching out for Booths hand on the hospital bed in front of me, I tell Booth more than the nurse "He would never leave my side, if this were me. It should be me." I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against his forearm.
The door opens and closes, I can hear that the nurse has left us alone. I lift my head up again, scared. I am scared that Booth will die, scared that it's my fault, but mostly I am scared about what he had said in my arms while I cradled his bleeding body, waiting for the EMT's to arrive.
I look at Booths face, pale and sickly. It hurts me to see Booth, usually so full of life, withering away in a hospital bed. My eyes drift downward and I take in the bandage covering his right shoulder, slightly shuddering at the sight of it. It is an ugly reminder of last night's events and I hate it. After letting my eyes linger long enough on his wounded shoulder, my eyes drift back up to Booths face. He is turned toward me, as if he subconsciously is looking at me, like he knows I'm there. But he doesn't know where he is, or that I am here with him. I try to tell myself, he knows you're here for him. But I don't believe in psychology
" Excuse me, Miss. Brennan?" I spin my head sharply from my gaze on Booth's face, as his middle aged Doctor enters the room. "Hello. My nurses said you would still be here. I've been checking on Agent. Booth all evening and every time I came into the room you were asleep." He smiled kindly and reached his hand out. I would have gladly accepted this pleasant gesture, had I not been clutching Booth's large hand with both my own. He retracted his hand understandably, and proceeded to look over Booth's chart and check his machine.
"Doctor…" I began, only to realize that I didn't know his name. "Doctor Login" he filled in for me. "Doctor Login is there any chance," I gulped as the words I feared, came out no louder than a whisper "Is there any chance he won't wake up?" He looked at me with kind eyes. "Miss. Brennan, Agent Booth is no longer in a comatose state. He is simply heavily drugged on pain medicine and should regain consciousness within the neat two to three hours. Good day, Miss. Brennan." He turned to leave the room but he stopped when I called out his name again. "Yes, Miss. Brennan?" He asked with a tone of testiness in his voice. "It's Doctor Brennan, thank-you." I smiled as he nodded and left the room.
God it felt good to be back, well almost back to normal. Booth wasn't unconscious. He was just incredibly stoned. I could handle that. I turned my face back to Booths, and there was little difference. Except this time, two chocolate eyes stared back at me and a groggy smile spread across his face. "Morning, Bones." "Booth!" I gasped, leaning up to wrap my arms around his thick neck. I heard him muffle something into my shoulder as I held him. In that instant, terrible mental images began rolling through my head. Booth falling back, clutching for my hand, his blood through my fingers, and his blank eyes staring back at me. I pulled away just as Booth was about to wrap his arms around me. "Bones?" he asked gently. He knew I wasn't okay. After seeing what I had, and especially hearing what he had told me, I needed time to think. And now that he was awake, I could think clearly for the first time in a day. "Drugs good?" I teased as I pulled a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. God, I must look like crap I thought. Booth smiled at my little joke "Excellent." I reached out and toyed with his hand, lying on the hospital bed. I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to bring up the whole I love you thing, at least not here. I was trying to come up with something to say when he reached over and placed his bent pointer finger underneath my chin, turning my face so that I was looking directly at him. "You alright?" he asked. My head bobbed up and down in assurance that I was, but he saw right through me. "No you're not." He told me. Once again, my head bobbed up and down in assurance. My eyes began to tear and I started sniffling. He smiled sadly as he opened his arms to me and I gladly hugged him. "Brennan," he murmured as I buried my face in his uninjured shoulder. "Brennan, please don't cry. It's okay. I'm here, you're here and everything's gonna be alright." I pulled my head back to see his face. His smile was soft and before I knew it he had cleared enough room on the hospital bed for me.
" You stayed here all night?" he asked, and before I knew it, I had climbed next to him. I normally wouldn't do anything so irrational but I just needed to be close to him, know he was alive. "Yup" I whispered as I nestled into his side. "You didn't get any sleep did you?" he questioned. My eyes were already beginning to get heavy, so I simply nodded no. He understood and wrapped his arms around me as I slipped into unconsciousness exhaustion.
The images of the night ran through my head like a movie, Pam yelling his name, Booth jumping up at the sight of her gun. She had it aimed directly at me, in her sick twisted way of romance she wanted to kill me to be with Seeley. Then the horrible events come rushing into my mind. I try to shut them out, but all I can see is the horrific mental video. Booth collapsing on the floor, his dark brown eyes staring into mine as one blistering wave o f pain after another washes over him. My hand pressed against the bullet hole in his chest, and his warm red blood seeping through my fingers. I was pressing his wound hard, hoping to God that someone had called 911. I forgot all thoughts of my shot at Pam's throat from my head. She had done enough damage, I didn't need her death distracting me when Booth was bleeding to death in front of me. His hand clutched mine as he started at my face, eyes vacant and his face blank. I could hear Angela weeping behind me, but all I thought about was Booth. His stare was becoming even less focused. I lent down and pulled him to my chest fool heartedly hoping that bye some miracle I could save his life by holding him. "Booth! Come on! Booth please, come on! You can do it Booth!" "Temperance," he moaned softly as his face landed next to my ear in my hug. "I love you Temperance Brennan." My heart stopped. My mind sank and my heart fell. After three years of avoiding the issue, Booth had told me the one thing I'd always wanted to hear. There were so many times he could have told me, but he chose then to tell me. Because he knew he might die. I sobbed a heavy cry and pulled him back, secretly knowing that he had already slipped away from me. I sobbed harder when I saw his empty face, his beautiful face devoid of all life, even though he was still bleeding in my arms. "Seeley!" I cried," don't you leave me Seeley Booth! Don't you dare leave me! You promised you would never leave me!"
" Bones! Bones wake up!" Booth shook my shoulder. I sat up slightly gasping. Booths warm arm was wrapped around me and it took me minute to realize where I was. Once I did, I turned to face Booth. His face was anxious, worry lines creased his forehead. "Bones, you were talking in your sleep." He told me, lifting his hand up to my face. He brushed a loose strand of hair of my face, waiting for me to tell him what I had dreamt. I knew about talking in my sleep, I had done it since a child and had been regularly mocked when I was child in foster system, for it.
I blushed fiercely, as finger traced its way from my temple to my cheek. We had never been this open before, physically at least. Booth and I had always had an easy time talking about things but we had always kept our respective differences. But I didn't care that he was watching me sleep, or that I felt safest curled against him. Because I knew he couldn't just leave me, that he was safe and there for me when I woke up. But I also felt the safest because I know he would never just leave me like that, and I know why.
He loves me.
A/N: reviews appreciated! I'm trying to decide whether to take this with the whole Booths shooting effecting Brennan's mental stability…or just make it utterly-disgustingly-grossly fluffy. I would love to hear which way to go… click the button!