Bones|Temperance Brennan|Hang in There.
Title:Hang in There
Fandom:Bones
Characters:Booth,Brennan
Prompt:002. Amnesia
Word Count:423
Rating:K+
Summary:The missing phone call from The Man in the Morgue.
Author's Notes:I wrote this one last night, but accidentally deleted it. So I rewrote it, and I like this one better. Feedback makes my life. :D Enjoy!
Hang in There
It was too early in the morning for anyone to be calling him. Why was someone calling him at this ungodly hour? He let his cell phone ring a few more times before he answered. “Booth.” His voice was gruff with impatience and sleep.
“Booth.” He recognized her voice, and instantly he was wide-awake.
“Bones?” Wasn’t she on vacation? Why was she calling him? “What’s up? Is anything wrong?”
“Booth…I…” He sat up. Her voice was hollow. She wasn’t herself. Something was definitely wrong.
“Bones?! Talk to me!” His voice rose slightly in volume, his worry poorly disguised. There was a pause.
“Booth.” She said his name again. As if reassuring herself that he was, indeed, there. “I don’t know what to do. I can’t remember anything. I lost a day. I didn’t know who to call. There’s blood…” she trailed off.
“What happened?” he demanded a little too harshly. He tried again “What happened?” softer this time.
“I…don’t know. I woke up on the floor of the bathroom of my motel, covered in blood. I can’t remember anything that happened since Tuesday. I…Booth, what do I do?” This was her plea. She was confused and vulnerable, and he wanted desperately for that to disappear. “My hand…it’s fractured. I think I need stitches.” She began to ramble, but Booth cut her off.
“Listen to me.” She was quiet. “I need you to get yourself to a hospital, all right? Promise me you’ll get yourself to a hospital.”
“Okay.” She promised. “Okay. I’ll go to a hospital.”
“Good. I’ll be on the next flight to New Orleans. Hang in there, Bones.”
“Booth, don’t fly down here. You have work and-”
“Work doesn’t matter. Don’t worry about me. Just worry about yourself.” He realized she might have some trouble following through with that. It was something she wasn’t used to. “Get to a hospital.” He hung up and walked quickly to his closet. He hauled out a large duffel bag and began haphazardly throwing things in it. He needed to get on the next flight to New Orleans. He called in sick, got dressed and left.
She wouldn’t be happy to see him, he knew. But he needed to assure himself that she was okay, and he personally needed to find out what had happened. Because he didn’t trust anyone else when it came to Bones. He worried about her all the way to the airport, and during the entire flight to New Orleans. Only when he was by her side, would the worrying cease.
Fandom:Bones
Characters:Booth,Brennan
Prompt:002. Amnesia
Word Count:423
Rating:K+
Summary:The missing phone call from The Man in the Morgue.
Author's Notes:I wrote this one last night, but accidentally deleted it. So I rewrote it, and I like this one better. Feedback makes my life. :D Enjoy!
Hang in There
It was too early in the morning for anyone to be calling him. Why was someone calling him at this ungodly hour? He let his cell phone ring a few more times before he answered. “Booth.” His voice was gruff with impatience and sleep.
“Booth.” He recognized her voice, and instantly he was wide-awake.
“Bones?” Wasn’t she on vacation? Why was she calling him? “What’s up? Is anything wrong?”
“Booth…I…” He sat up. Her voice was hollow. She wasn’t herself. Something was definitely wrong.
“Bones?! Talk to me!” His voice rose slightly in volume, his worry poorly disguised. There was a pause.
“Booth.” She said his name again. As if reassuring herself that he was, indeed, there. “I don’t know what to do. I can’t remember anything. I lost a day. I didn’t know who to call. There’s blood…” she trailed off.
“What happened?” he demanded a little too harshly. He tried again “What happened?” softer this time.
“I…don’t know. I woke up on the floor of the bathroom of my motel, covered in blood. I can’t remember anything that happened since Tuesday. I…Booth, what do I do?” This was her plea. She was confused and vulnerable, and he wanted desperately for that to disappear. “My hand…it’s fractured. I think I need stitches.” She began to ramble, but Booth cut her off.
“Listen to me.” She was quiet. “I need you to get yourself to a hospital, all right? Promise me you’ll get yourself to a hospital.”
“Okay.” She promised. “Okay. I’ll go to a hospital.”
“Good. I’ll be on the next flight to New Orleans. Hang in there, Bones.”
“Booth, don’t fly down here. You have work and-”
“Work doesn’t matter. Don’t worry about me. Just worry about yourself.” He realized she might have some trouble following through with that. It was something she wasn’t used to. “Get to a hospital.” He hung up and walked quickly to his closet. He hauled out a large duffel bag and began haphazardly throwing things in it. He needed to get on the next flight to New Orleans. He called in sick, got dressed and left.
She wouldn’t be happy to see him, he knew. But he needed to assure himself that she was okay, and he personally needed to find out what had happened. Because he didn’t trust anyone else when it came to Bones. He worried about her all the way to the airport, and during the entire flight to New Orleans. Only when he was by her side, would the worrying cease.