Here's the alternative to my other FanFic "A Stab Of Pain"

It's extremly fluffy. AND It gets WORSE. It's almost believable and based on a rather strange dream I once had...


I stumbled through the woods, knowing that if I didn't seek medical attention soon that I would most certainly die.

Thorns tore at my arms and nettles stung my bare ankles. I had to get out. I had to find him and tell him that our cover was blown. That he couldn't meet Smith's associate. If he did he would be killed. But my body was telling me otherwise. It was screaming at me to stop. To give up. But I was having none of it. I would find a way out of here and I would warn him.

My head span, I couldn't see where I was. I couldn't remember the way I had come, the way out. The vegetation was thinner and the sunlight shone through, stinging my eyes. I came to a small clearing that I recognised and turned left through the trees. Before long I saw the rusty padlocked gate which we had come through, but I couldn't muster the energy to climb over. I walked back to the small clearing and turned right instead. Upon finding a small path between the trees I walked down it and found myself in a small field next to a park. It was empty. Not a single small child was in sight.

I heard a gunshot and ducked into a nearby bush. Tugging my mobile out of my pocket, I hit speed dial. Luckily he answered it after three rings.


"Booth it's me" I practically whimpered.

"Bones? What's wrong?" His voice was laced with concern.

"I'm sorry Booth"

"What, Bones? What are you sorry for?" Just as he spoke another gunshot rang out. "Was that a gun?"


"Where are you?"

"I'm not sure. Some kind of park"

"That would be Samfield. I'll be there in 10 minutes. Stay put." With that he hung up and I moved slightly into a more comfortable position. I heard laughter. Children's laughter. I breathed a sigh of relief. I was no longer alone. He couldn't harm me whilst there were other people in sight. But the feeling of safety wore of quickly. They were only children and he was armed. He had a gun. I had to stop him reaching them. It was my duty to protect them. I heard another shot shortly followed by screaming. That was all I needed to gather up all the energy I had left to burst out of the bush and sprint in the direction of the screaming. When I reached the car park I found it empty. I span round, scouring the surrounding area for any sign of movement. There was none. I wondered briefly if I had only imagined the noises. Standing there, I realised that I had used up the little energy that I had left and the adrenaline that had been surging through my body only moments before had gone. It was replaced by extreme pain and exhaustion. I let my body fall to the ground, as if in slow motion. But before I had the chance to meet face to face with the grassy verge, I felt an arm wrap around my waist and pull me up against them. I was so close I could smell their aftershave. And I recognised it.

"Booth" I whispered, breathing a sigh of relief as I felt my eyes closing, lids suddenly heavy.

"Bones, stay with me. Come on Bones." He pleaded, sinking to the floor with my dead weight.

"hmmm" I muttered, opening my eyes slightly to look at him. He was covered in blood and I was about to ask him if he was hurt, but that I realised it was my blood. He was covered in my blood.

"Temperance." He said sternly as my eyes began to close again, "open your eyes." I did as I was asked, scared for my life. I had lost a lot of blood and was loosing more by the second. Not many people can survive this.

As I looked into his eyes, hoping that he could not see the fear in mine, I found an emotion I could no longer recognise. One that I had seen in the past. One that I had long forgotten.

"Booth?" I asked, his naming sounding like a silent plea.

"I'm here, Temperance. I'm here." He whispered, sitting cross legged and pulling me onto his lap.

"I'm tired Booth, so tired."

"NO! Fight it Bones, stay with me." My eyes began to close for what I thought was the final time.

"Booth I just want to sa-"

"No Temperance, no goodbyes. You WILL get out of this. You WILL." I sensed a note of desperation in his voice and forced myself to open my eyes.

"Thank you Booth."

"For what?"

"For everything." As I closed my eyes again, I hoped that this was not the end. That I would not die. I was too young to die. I still had a life ahead of me. I wanted to use that life to catch murderers. To put in jail those that so willingly took others lives. But this time I was the victim. I would die. Somebody else would catch the man who did this and make him pay. At least I hoped they would.

If you're ready for me boy
You'd better push the button and let me know
Before I get the wrong idea and go
You're gonna miss the freak that I control

TeeHee. I actually don't like that song very much but it fits lol.