(Wake up, child)
Title: (Wake up, child)
Prompt: un_love_you #14 I'm awake & you're breathing.
Fandom: Bones
Pairings: B/B
Spoilers: Hero in the hold
Word Count: ~600
Rating: PG
Table: Here
Summary: Booth defaults & releases the tension from his shoulders. With the rush of relief he thinks he hears everything will be fine & chances a glance at his partner, asleep in her chair, her head on her hands on his bed. She is still wearing her party dress.
Notes: 1st foray into the land of Bones... (& song lyrics from: Magpie to the Morning, by Neko Case)
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine (don't sue!) & I'm sorry Neko! Please don't sue me, I just love your music so much.
“She was scared, you know.” Angela says, matter-of-factly. Her face is painted with empathy, & she gives him the Angela-knows-something-that-you-don’t-know-face, except he does know, this time.
“I was scared.” He says, bitterly. He’s angry still. He’s confused. He doesn’t want to have to think about the what-if’s of the whole ordeal, about confessions & I-love-you's & his son’s beautiful eyes & how he thinks of Teddy everyday, every time Parker calls his name.
All Booth wanted to do was dance with Bones, & watch her smile, & be by her side in his rented tux as That-Guy-With-Temperance-Brennan as she is crowned Queen Scientist. Maybe he would have kissed her.
Maybe he wouldn’t have.
He won’t ever know, now.
Booth defaults & releases the tension from his shoulders. With the rush of relief he thinks he hears everything will be fine & chances a glance at his partner, asleep in her chair, her head on her hands on his bed. She is still wearing her party dress.
Angela is, too.
The anger & resentment uncoil in his gut once more, unfairness scattering on the tip of his tongue. He quells the sudden urge to apologize, & rather, sighs.
His hand hovers over her shoulder, but he does not touch her. He knows Angela is interpreting their interactions (is always), which is part of the reason why he does it. But he doesn’t want to wake her.
Bones doesn’t exhaust easily.
“So tell her.”
He watches the steady rise & fall of her back, sprawled across the edge of his hospital bed & decides to pretend he has no idea what she means. He gets irritated with Angela’s mind reading. Maybe she will go away & let Bones sleep.
The silence settles like a blanket over them, broken only intermittently by the beeping & whirring of the machines hooked up to his skin.
He thinks about the hum of the helicopter, the drone filling his ears. He is seeing Teddy’s silhouette, feeling his dead weight over him & thinking that it must be another hallucination, he is certain he is already dead.
Parker. Bones. Mom. God.
Realizing the helicopter was real, this is all real, is surfacing from a dream. He tasted explosives & the sharp tang of blood in the back of his throat. The roar of the helicopter,
Her voice-
“Booth.”
Angela. He is distracted & turns towards the sharpness of her voice.
“You should talk about this.”
Bones was wound silence helping him put on the safety harness in the helicopter. She was panicked, still, unconvinced, her hands shaking as they skimmed across his skin, inspecting him. Conceiving him.
So close so close.
She is the first thing he sees when the white clouds finally cleared from his vision & he held her eyes, her shoulders, to find his equilibrium.
They can’t talk above the din of the helicopter hurrying them back to land. There is a rush of questions from a dozen other people once the blades stop spinning & he stumbles onto the solid ground, his arm slung over her shoulder, heavy.
He needs water & bandages & a bed & it worries him that she is still quiet, her gazing pushing into him like she is afraid he isn’t really there at all.
It isn’t until there is finally quiet in his hospital room when he is finally able to convince himself he is actually here, too.
Somewhere in his daze of exhaustion & the dizzy fog of painkillers she slips into his empty room, unnoticed. & they can both sleep, finally.
They should talk.
But he knows they won’t.
finished.
Prompt: un_love_you #14 I'm awake & you're breathing.
Fandom: Bones
Pairings: B/B
Spoilers: Hero in the hold
Word Count: ~600
Rating: PG
Table: Here
Summary: Booth defaults & releases the tension from his shoulders. With the rush of relief he thinks he hears everything will be fine & chances a glance at his partner, asleep in her chair, her head on her hands on his bed. She is still wearing her party dress.
Notes: 1st foray into the land of Bones... (& song lyrics from: Magpie to the Morning, by Neko Case)
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine (don't sue!) & I'm sorry Neko! Please don't sue me, I just love your music so much.
“She was scared, you know.” Angela says, matter-of-factly. Her face is painted with empathy, & she gives him the Angela-knows-something-that-you-don’t-know-face, except he does know, this time.
“I was scared.” He says, bitterly. He’s angry still. He’s confused. He doesn’t want to have to think about the what-if’s of the whole ordeal, about confessions & I-love-you's & his son’s beautiful eyes & how he thinks of Teddy everyday, every time Parker calls his name.
All Booth wanted to do was dance with Bones, & watch her smile, & be by her side in his rented tux as That-Guy-With-Temperance-Brennan as she is crowned Queen Scientist. Maybe he would have kissed her.
Maybe he wouldn’t have.
He won’t ever know, now.
Booth defaults & releases the tension from his shoulders. With the rush of relief he thinks he hears everything will be fine & chances a glance at his partner, asleep in her chair, her head on her hands on his bed. She is still wearing her party dress.
Angela is, too.
The anger & resentment uncoil in his gut once more, unfairness scattering on the tip of his tongue. He quells the sudden urge to apologize, & rather, sighs.
His hand hovers over her shoulder, but he does not touch her. He knows Angela is interpreting their interactions (is always), which is part of the reason why he does it. But he doesn’t want to wake her.
Bones doesn’t exhaust easily.
“So tell her.”
He watches the steady rise & fall of her back, sprawled across the edge of his hospital bed & decides to pretend he has no idea what she means. He gets irritated with Angela’s mind reading. Maybe she will go away & let Bones sleep.
The silence settles like a blanket over them, broken only intermittently by the beeping & whirring of the machines hooked up to his skin.
He thinks about the hum of the helicopter, the drone filling his ears. He is seeing Teddy’s silhouette, feeling his dead weight over him & thinking that it must be another hallucination, he is certain he is already dead.
Parker. Bones. Mom. God.
Realizing the helicopter was real, this is all real, is surfacing from a dream. He tasted explosives & the sharp tang of blood in the back of his throat. The roar of the helicopter,
Her voice-
“Booth.”
Angela. He is distracted & turns towards the sharpness of her voice.
“You should talk about this.”
Bones was wound silence helping him put on the safety harness in the helicopter. She was panicked, still, unconvinced, her hands shaking as they skimmed across his skin, inspecting him. Conceiving him.
So close so close.
She is the first thing he sees when the white clouds finally cleared from his vision & he held her eyes, her shoulders, to find his equilibrium.
They can’t talk above the din of the helicopter hurrying them back to land. There is a rush of questions from a dozen other people once the blades stop spinning & he stumbles onto the solid ground, his arm slung over her shoulder, heavy.
He needs water & bandages & a bed & it worries him that she is still quiet, her gazing pushing into him like she is afraid he isn’t really there at all.
It isn’t until there is finally quiet in his hospital room when he is finally able to convince himself he is actually here, too.
Somewhere in his daze of exhaustion & the dizzy fog of painkillers she slips into his empty room, unnoticed. & they can both sleep, finally.
They should talk.
But he knows they won’t.
finished.