Bones|Temperance Brennan|In the Crimson
Title:In the Crimson
Fandom:Bones
Characters:Brennan, Booth
Prompt:084. Blood
Word Count:511
Rating:K+
Summary:Brennan's thoughts when she thinks she's found a pool of Russ' blood in her apartment. Set during 2x11 The Judas on the Pole(aka the best episode ever)
Author's Notes:I like this one.This scene pulled at something in me, and I wanted to write out what I think Brennan was thinking.I also went a little further, but I didn't alter anything..At least, I don't think I did. I want to know if I did a good job of seeing through Brenan's eyes/mind..or whatever. FEEDBACK MAKES MY LIFE! Enjoy! :D And by the way, I'm one fifth done my table!/geek.
In the Crimson
Booth tells me to call Russ and tell him to get out of my apartment. It’s dangerous for him to be there. It’s always dangerous. I obey him and pick up the phone to call my brother. He needs to get out of there. My heart sinks to my shoes when there is no answer. “Booth he’s not picking up.” Panic is slowly coating my insides.
“Let’s go.” He tells me, and we’re out of the lab in minutes. I am worried.
We burst into my apartment. Instantly, we are both calling his name. He is nowhere to be seen. My hands become clammy. I fear the worst. Booth tells me to stay behind him. He goes to check out the back of my apartment and I look to my right. What I see makes my breath catch in my throat. My heart pounds in my chest and my breathing accelerates. There is a too-big puddle of blood on the floor. In the crimson, I see Russ dying.
Booth sees the blood and tells me to take it easy. We don’t know for sure if it Russ’ blood. Tears fill my eyes at his words and I am flooded with a heavy uncertainty. Booth walks closer to me and I am so sure at that moment that there is no other person I’d rather find a pool of blood in my apartment with. Logic kicks in and I can feel the color draining from my face. I tell Booth that nobody could survive that amount of blood loss. It was way too much. There was no way this person was still alive.
My knees are shaking uncontrollably. I turn and collapse against Booth as they give out from underneath me. He holds me and I cling to him tightly. “Oh my God.” I breathe into his shoulder. Tears are flowing but I am much too scared to worry about it. Booth whispers that everything’s all right, and I’m not quite sure I believe him. But his arms around me are the only things giving me the strength to stand, physically and emotionally, so I breathe deeply, try to slow my thundering heart and think rationally.
Booth pushes me away from his body to hold me at arms length. Using my given name, he tells me to try and calm down and get a sample of the blood. His hands are rubbing my arms reassuringly. He says that we can take the blood to the lab and get a DNA test done. He’s right. I nod silently and do as I am told. Don’t jump to conclusions until you’ve got all the facts, I tell myself.
I am so thankful that Booth was going through this with me. He’ll do whatever he can to find whose blood this is and who committed this murder. My faith in him will never waver, and I try my hardest to pull myself together. And no matter what the outcome is, he’ll always be here for me. I’m his partner. He will not leave me alone.
FINIS
Fandom:Bones
Characters:Brennan, Booth
Prompt:084. Blood
Word Count:511
Rating:K+
Summary:Brennan's thoughts when she thinks she's found a pool of Russ' blood in her apartment. Set during 2x11 The Judas on the Pole(aka the best episode ever)
Author's Notes:I like this one.This scene pulled at something in me, and I wanted to write out what I think Brennan was thinking.I also went a little further, but I didn't alter anything..At least, I don't think I did. I want to know if I did a good job of seeing through Brenan's eyes/mind..or whatever. FEEDBACK MAKES MY LIFE! Enjoy! :D And by the way, I'm one fifth done my table!/geek.
In the Crimson
Booth tells me to call Russ and tell him to get out of my apartment. It’s dangerous for him to be there. It’s always dangerous. I obey him and pick up the phone to call my brother. He needs to get out of there. My heart sinks to my shoes when there is no answer. “Booth he’s not picking up.” Panic is slowly coating my insides.
“Let’s go.” He tells me, and we’re out of the lab in minutes. I am worried.
We burst into my apartment. Instantly, we are both calling his name. He is nowhere to be seen. My hands become clammy. I fear the worst. Booth tells me to stay behind him. He goes to check out the back of my apartment and I look to my right. What I see makes my breath catch in my throat. My heart pounds in my chest and my breathing accelerates. There is a too-big puddle of blood on the floor. In the crimson, I see Russ dying.
Booth sees the blood and tells me to take it easy. We don’t know for sure if it Russ’ blood. Tears fill my eyes at his words and I am flooded with a heavy uncertainty. Booth walks closer to me and I am so sure at that moment that there is no other person I’d rather find a pool of blood in my apartment with. Logic kicks in and I can feel the color draining from my face. I tell Booth that nobody could survive that amount of blood loss. It was way too much. There was no way this person was still alive.
My knees are shaking uncontrollably. I turn and collapse against Booth as they give out from underneath me. He holds me and I cling to him tightly. “Oh my God.” I breathe into his shoulder. Tears are flowing but I am much too scared to worry about it. Booth whispers that everything’s all right, and I’m not quite sure I believe him. But his arms around me are the only things giving me the strength to stand, physically and emotionally, so I breathe deeply, try to slow my thundering heart and think rationally.
Booth pushes me away from his body to hold me at arms length. Using my given name, he tells me to try and calm down and get a sample of the blood. His hands are rubbing my arms reassuringly. He says that we can take the blood to the lab and get a DNA test done. He’s right. I nod silently and do as I am told. Don’t jump to conclusions until you’ve got all the facts, I tell myself.
I am so thankful that Booth was going through this with me. He’ll do whatever he can to find whose blood this is and who committed this murder. My faith in him will never waver, and I try my hardest to pull myself together. And no matter what the outcome is, he’ll always be here for me. I’m his partner. He will not leave me alone.
FINIS