Author: FaithinBones PM
Brennan doesn't believe in ghosts or angels. Sometimes tragedies force us to reconsider what we know is "true". Note: contains spoilers for "The Ghost in the Machine" and "The Shot in the Dark".Rated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural - T. Brennan & S. Booth - Chapters: 13 - Words: 13,558 - Reviews: 119 - Favs: 17 - Follows: 23 - Updated: 03-11-13 - Published: 10-30-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8656291
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There is some interest in my weird little story; so, I will be updating it once in awhile.
I don't own Bones.
Jared had stayed in Booth's room for about an hour; but, since Booth had remained asleep, Jared finally decided to leave. Brennan watching him leave smiled and thanked him for coming.
Brennan had been watching the news on Booth's television, when Brennan noticed movement out of the corner of her eye. Turning her head, Brennan found herself staring at Marie. Marie, smiling timidly at Brennan, walked past her chair and over to the hospital bed. Reaching down, Marie picked up Booth's hand and held it against her chest.
Brennan, watching Marie holding Booth's hand, stood up and walked around Booth's bed to the other side. "Who are you?"
Smiling at Seeley, Marie replied, "I'm a figment of your imagination."
Frowning, Brennan tapped her fingers against Booth's mattress, "That isn't an answer."
Looking across the bed at Brennan, Marie shook her head, "I'm not sure how to answer your question. Jared told you who I am. You refuse to believe that I exist. If I don't exist then I'm a figment of your imagination."
"Jared claims that you only talk to him and Booth. If that's true then why are you talking to me?"
"I find it's easier not to talk to people. I have a hard time talking to people and not turning transparent. I think its loss of concentration. You really shouldn't see me at all; but, I find that if I concentrate I usually can get someone to see me if I want them to. The same works for sound. It takes a lot of practice."
Looking at Booth's hand in hers, Marie smiled, "It took me years to figure out how to hold something in my hand."
"There is no such thing as ghosts. I'm not sure how you're doing what you're doing and why you're doing it; but, I do know that there is no such thing as ghosts."
Nodding her head, Marie replied, "That's alright. I don't care if you believe that I exist or not. My boys do and that's all that matters. They know that I'm watching over them. I really can't do anything physical to help them; but, sometimes I can get them some help if the person I'm trying to warn is receptive enough. You were a tough case for me. Seeley doesn't want you to see me; but, really who else was I going to get to help him in time. Sometimes you just have to do what's right."
"Why have I never seen you before?"
Shrugging her shoulders, Marie replied, "You and Seeley have done a pretty good job of protecting each other. I used to protect him before he met you; but, really he doesn't need me that much anymore since he has you."
"His life has been in danger more than once since I've known him."
Smiling, Marie looked down at her grandson, "Yes, I know. I was there. The one time that Seeley really needed my help, you were already looking for him and I knew that you needed Jared's help; so, I made Jared consider what you told him and made him realize that his career wasn't worth his brother's life. Also, Teddy promised to help Seeley as much as he could on the ship; so, I did the best I could by doing my part with Jared."
"Teddy Parker. My great grandson is named after him. Teddy helped Seeley get top side on the ship when that nasty woman and her partner kidnapped my poor boy and put him on that ship. If I could have strangled that bitch I would have. Pardon my French."
"I don't understand, you mean Booth had help getting to the top of the ship?"
Nodding her head, Marie placed Booth's hand back on the mattress and replied, "Yes, of course. Seeley had been drugged and he wasn't thinking very clearly when he first woke up. The hold he was in started to fill up with water because he tried to open the wrong hatch; so, Teddy found a pipe in the water for Seeley to use to open another hatch door to get out before he drowned. Teddy said that Seeley would have drowned in the hold if he hadn't found the pipe."
"You're telling me that you think a ghost helped Booth on the ship?"
Smiling, Marie turned to look at the television, "Well it was either Teddy or a figment of my grandson's imagination."
Seemingly interested in the ad for peanut butter playing on the TV, Marie murmured, "Gosh, I do miss peanut butter. . . . You know you saw Teddy?"
Shaking her head, Brennan replied, "I can assure you, I've never seen a ghost."
Laughing, Marie responded, "Alright. Teddy was at Arlington National Cemetery when Seeley took you there to visit Teddy's grave and Seeley wanted to talk to Teddy's girlfriend, well Teddy's friend who is a girl. Teddy was too bashful to have a girlfriend."
"I didn't see a ghost at the cemetery."
Watching a dancing hot dog on TV, Marie smiled, "Teddy walked right by you. You acknowledged that he was there."
Shaking her head, Brennan turned to look at Booth. Seeing that Booth's eye lids were fluttering, Brennan picked up Booth's hand and turned to stare at Marie. Marie, staring at her grandson, smiled, waved at Brennan and disappeared.
Booth, opening his eyes, glanced around the room and asked, "Who were you talking to?"
Brennan squeezing Booth's hand, replied, "I wasn't talking to anyone."
Frowning, Booth asked, "When can I get out of here? I want to go home."
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