Bones fic: he Note
She was out of the hospital. Finally. This day seemed not to end. His fears seemed not to end. From the moment he felt her missing, he had this nausea and anger in the stomach. The nausea was because he was scared to lose her; The anger because he was scared to lose her.
He was scared to lose her. To lose her. Temperance. Her.
After they were dig up, they were taken to an ambulance. Angela went with Hodgins and he went with Brennan. She hadn’t let go of his hand since it took her out of the gravel. The electricity seemed to keep flowing between their bodies. After the check-up, they had to stay in observation for a few hours. Then Booth brought her home. She was so groggy he carried her home.
He hadn’t left his car in 5 hours, scared of leaving her front door out of sight. He was falling asleep. He fought the urge to close his eyelids, scared of what might happen if he let go of the security he was giving her. She would hate him to worry this much. He needed to protect her. He was a knight in shining FBI armour. That was his job. Protect her. He wouldn’t fail.
When he woke up, he found papers on his windshield. One was all dirty and the other one was a plain white envelope. He unfolded both of them getting back in the SUV. He first read the dirty one. It had his name on it.
‘If you read this I’m dead.
If you read this, tell Angela I love her.
If you read this, please know you were one of the most precious things I ever had t own, because face it, I own you, I am a genius.
If you read this, I am sorry for the pain.
If you read this, know that I will always love you. Thanks for what you did. You are the best knight in shining FBI armour a distressed lady could have.
If you read this, sorry that I am not there to tell you this in person.
Bones’
She signed Bones. It was the letter she wrote when she was in the car with Hodgins.
She loved him.
She owned him.
She loved him.
He then opened the envelope. It held a key and a card.
‘Rule 1: No reading my manuscript.
Rule 2: I sleep in the left side of the bed.
Rule 3: Do not loose the key of my apartment.
Rule 4: You make breakfast on weekends.’
He smiled. He got out of the car and got to her apartment. When he got in with his own key, he went in the bedroom. She was sleeping. He got in his boxers and joined her in bed. On the right side. She turned around and put her head on his chest. “Don’t move, I need sleep.” She said, almost in a whisper.