For Better For Worse Interlude 6
Title: Interlude VII
Fandom: Bones
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It isn't quite the fairytale you hope it will be.
Notes: Homygwad! It's an update! Because I felt so bad for not writing anything FBFW related in weeks.
Disclaimer: I am ashamed to say that my plans to own Bones have failed miserably.
She sat in an uncomfortable plastic chair, a cup of undrunk lukewarm coffee clasped in her hands. Her heart sped up a bit when a doctor walked towards them and then fell when he walked past. Glancing to her left she saw Angela in much the same position she'd been in for at least fifteen minutes, she wondered briefly if Hodgins was bleeding from Angela's nails digging into his hand. To her right Cam was pacing the floor, Zack, who was sitting next to her, was tapping out a nervous rhythm on his armrest. Sweets, who was now sporting a vicious looking black eye, had gone to the cafeteria to get food (though she doubted anyone would be eat it).
And then something in the small little world she was in changed.
Hearing footsteps she glanced up again, but this time it wasn't a doctor, it was Booth's parents. Helen fast asleep in her grandfather's arms. Not even thinking of the consequences she got up and walked to them, accepting a comforting hug from Elizabeth before taking Helen from Liam. Her daughter murmured something before settling back into sleep.
Finally realizing what she'd just done she glanced back at her friends. Angela was still unmoving, clutching Hodgins like he was the only real thing in the world. Hodgins was watching her but didn't say anything as he studied Helen. Cam had only briefly glanced at Booth's parents before returning to her pacing and Zack looked like he wanted to say something, but to speak would shatter the comforting silence that had descended upon them. And she was suddenly grateful that Sweets was no where near them (and hoped he stayed that way for a long time).
“How is he?” Elizabeth whispered.
“We don't know, no one's spoken to us since we got here.” The other woman nodded before taking a seat next to her husband. Feeling to antsy to sit back down she remained standing, her free hand running through Helen's thick, dark hair. Suddenly she realized that if Booth died tonight Helen would be her only link to him and she clutched her daughter closer, as if she would suddenly disappear. Another doctor walked by and she almost went up to him and demanded to know how Booth was faring, but she knew constant questions didn't help and only annoyed them and so she kept her mouth shut.
She wasn't sure how much time passed (it was enough that she was contemplating prayer) but a doctor finally approached them.
“Are you his family?” he asked, Elizabeth nodded. “I'm sorry but. . .” was all she heard. She knew what those words meant (she'd lost count of the number of times she and Booth had said them).
After that night her world changed. With a daughter to raise (she was not going to abandon Helen) she found that she could not keep the unusual work hours she once did.
Her day started at six thirty. After showering and getting dressed she began breakfast before waking Helen. At seven forty five they left the apartment and at seven fifty she dropped Helen off at school. Once she arrived at the Jeffersonian she threw herself into her work like a woman possessed. She knew her friends were worried about her but every time they tried to comfort her she brushed them off (if she gave in the tears would never stop). At four forty five she finished up what ever she was working on and left to go pick up Helen, who would chat excitedly about her day as they ate dinner. At seven she gave her daughter a warm glass of milk before sending her to bed. While she knew that she should be getting to bed as well she found that sleeping now gave her nightmares and so she would work into the wee hours of the night on anything she could think of, paperwork, her latest book, or anything else that caught her fancy. Completely exhausted she would collapse into bed and then at six thirty her alarm would go off starting the cycle over again.
And while she felt slightly hollow inside (which was absurd, because she hadn't lost anything inside of her, but true) and some days didn't want to leave her bed, she kept going. Not for herself but for Helen, because she deserved much better than a mother that wasn't there.
Next is 'Pain in the Heart' which is going to be a monster (I'm smashing the interlude and the chapter together). But I 'm going to try my damnedest to get it out before the end of the year.
Fandom: Bones
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It isn't quite the fairytale you hope it will be.
Notes: Homygwad! It's an update! Because I felt so bad for not writing anything FBFW related in weeks.
Disclaimer: I am ashamed to say that my plans to own Bones have failed miserably.
She sat in an uncomfortable plastic chair, a cup of undrunk lukewarm coffee clasped in her hands. Her heart sped up a bit when a doctor walked towards them and then fell when he walked past. Glancing to her left she saw Angela in much the same position she'd been in for at least fifteen minutes, she wondered briefly if Hodgins was bleeding from Angela's nails digging into his hand. To her right Cam was pacing the floor, Zack, who was sitting next to her, was tapping out a nervous rhythm on his armrest. Sweets, who was now sporting a vicious looking black eye, had gone to the cafeteria to get food (though she doubted anyone would be eat it).
And then something in the small little world she was in changed.
Hearing footsteps she glanced up again, but this time it wasn't a doctor, it was Booth's parents. Helen fast asleep in her grandfather's arms. Not even thinking of the consequences she got up and walked to them, accepting a comforting hug from Elizabeth before taking Helen from Liam. Her daughter murmured something before settling back into sleep.
Finally realizing what she'd just done she glanced back at her friends. Angela was still unmoving, clutching Hodgins like he was the only real thing in the world. Hodgins was watching her but didn't say anything as he studied Helen. Cam had only briefly glanced at Booth's parents before returning to her pacing and Zack looked like he wanted to say something, but to speak would shatter the comforting silence that had descended upon them. And she was suddenly grateful that Sweets was no where near them (and hoped he stayed that way for a long time).
“How is he?” Elizabeth whispered.
“We don't know, no one's spoken to us since we got here.” The other woman nodded before taking a seat next to her husband. Feeling to antsy to sit back down she remained standing, her free hand running through Helen's thick, dark hair. Suddenly she realized that if Booth died tonight Helen would be her only link to him and she clutched her daughter closer, as if she would suddenly disappear. Another doctor walked by and she almost went up to him and demanded to know how Booth was faring, but she knew constant questions didn't help and only annoyed them and so she kept her mouth shut.
She wasn't sure how much time passed (it was enough that she was contemplating prayer) but a doctor finally approached them.
“Are you his family?” he asked, Elizabeth nodded. “I'm sorry but. . .” was all she heard. She knew what those words meant (she'd lost count of the number of times she and Booth had said them).
After that night her world changed. With a daughter to raise (she was not going to abandon Helen) she found that she could not keep the unusual work hours she once did.
Her day started at six thirty. After showering and getting dressed she began breakfast before waking Helen. At seven forty five they left the apartment and at seven fifty she dropped Helen off at school. Once she arrived at the Jeffersonian she threw herself into her work like a woman possessed. She knew her friends were worried about her but every time they tried to comfort her she brushed them off (if she gave in the tears would never stop). At four forty five she finished up what ever she was working on and left to go pick up Helen, who would chat excitedly about her day as they ate dinner. At seven she gave her daughter a warm glass of milk before sending her to bed. While she knew that she should be getting to bed as well she found that sleeping now gave her nightmares and so she would work into the wee hours of the night on anything she could think of, paperwork, her latest book, or anything else that caught her fancy. Completely exhausted she would collapse into bed and then at six thirty her alarm would go off starting the cycle over again.
And while she felt slightly hollow inside (which was absurd, because she hadn't lost anything inside of her, but true) and some days didn't want to leave her bed, she kept going. Not for herself but for Helen, because she deserved much better than a mother that wasn't there.
Next is 'Pain in the Heart' which is going to be a monster (I'm smashing the interlude and the chapter together). But I 'm going to try my damnedest to get it out before the end of the year.