So this one will probably be my favourite chapter of Guy Hugs to write. It's Angela's Point of View and it takes place during the last part of 'The Wannabe In the Weeds' through the two-week period of no Booth and to the beginning of 'The Pain In the Heart'. There is sooooo much I need to put into this. Unfortunately since it's just from Ange's pov, I will need to write one from Bren's pov as a different story to fully achieve the emotion. But anyway, here's another installment of Guy Hugs. Up next will be Too Late.
Anyway, when I was thinking of this chapter, all I could see was this one scene from Grey's Anatomy and I built my chapter around that scene.
"SEELEY!" The shout seemed so loud. We all turned to the voice. "I'm doing this for us."
Bren was the only one who didn't hear Pam Noonan scream for Booth. She was still singing. Pam pulled out a gun and aimed for Bren; for my best friend. Booth instantly reached for his gun, but it was too late to fire. Instead he stood up, right in the path of the oncoming bullet. It wasn't meant for him. He stumbled as the music stopped before falling in front of the stage. I heard a scream before recognizing it as my own. Bren and Pam wore matching expressions of horror. It was disturbing to see what they had in common.
Pam became angry and went to shoot Brennan again, only this time it was my best friend who was faster. She picked up Booth's fallen gun and fired without missing a beat. The bulled caught Pam right in the throat. I know its horrible for me to be happy about that, but I am. Pam was a monster who was killing not one person, but two. I know that if Booth dies so will Bren.
After she fired the bullet Brennan turned back to Booth. I could hear Jack screaming. "Zack! Call 911!"
Bren just stayed right next to him the whole time. I could tell she was applying pressure to his wound, trying desperately to keep him alive. Then she did something I rarely have ever seen her do; she started to cry. "Booth, you're going to be fine. I'm right here. God. You're gonna do this. You're gonna be fine. You're going to make this."
It was heart-wrenching. M best friend literally had the life of the man she loved in her hands and she was trying so hard to save him. "Come on! Come on! Booth! You're gonna make it! COME ON! COME ON! BOOTH COME ON! Come on come on come on. You're gonna make this, come on. Oh god."
"You're gonna do this. Come on! COME ON! Come on Booth! It's gonna be fine, come on Booth." Her voice was shaking now. I wanted so bad to comfort her, but I was frozen with fear. What if Booth didn't make it? What would happen to Bren? To all of us? He's our family and I can't lose my family.
I hear her shouts and pleas for him get louder. "Come on Booth no. No, come on Booth... COME ON BOOTH!"
The paramedics came within minutes of Zack calling them. 'They need to get to Booth,' I realized. Slowly I moved from my spot beside Jack and to Brennan. "Sweetie, we need to let them get to Booth," Gently I pulled her up off the floor.
"No, I can't leave him, Ange."
"You don't have to leave him, you just need to move away a bit so they can get to him." I could feel the blood from her hands run on to mine.
"Ange," she whispered out. I could feel my heart breaking for her.
"Okay, sweetie, you go with him in the ambulance and we'll follow you." She didn't look back as she walked to where the EMT's were loading Booth.
The ride there was silent, but felt as though it was an eternity to get there. Brennan was pacing as we walked into the waiting room "They took him into surgery," she said calmly. "He stopped breathing on the way here and they had to intabate him." I gasped and turned to bury my face in Jack's neck.
"He'll be okay Dr. Brennan; He's strong," Cam told her.
"I know," Bren replied.
We waited in silence for hours. Brennan sat as still as stone until the Doctor came out. "Family of Seeley Booth?" We all stood up. The doctor looked confused for a moment, but then pushed it away.
"How is he? Is he…is he okay?" I asked anxiously.
A somber look crossed his face. "I'm sorry, but we couldn't save him. He couldn't breath on his own and he lost too much blood. I'm really sorry."
I cried. How do you cope when someone you loved dies? Through my tears I looked to Bren. She looked so calm, it scared me. Then she turned and left. I looked to Jack. "She needs to process," he said.
"I know," I whispered back.
A week went by and I could see that Brennan was hurting, but she would not show it. "Sweetie, it's okay to cry and be upset," I said one day as I followed her around the lab.
"Crying is irrational, Angela," she replied.
I reached out and grabbed her arm. "No, it's not. It'll make you feel better." She stared at me with cold eyes. "At least go home at a decent hour." I sighed as she walked away."
My phone rang in the middle of the night. "Hello?" I answered groggily. There was crying on the other end of the line. My eyes widened. "Bren, are you okay, sweetie?"
"I miss him," she sobbed.
"I'll be there in ten minutes."
I think I broke every speed law as I drove over to her apartment. I just knew I couldn't break my promise to her. She needed someone there with her. She was finally grieving.
Quietly, I let myself into her apartment. "Bren? Sweetie, where are you?" There was only one small lamp on in the living room; it gave everything an eerie glow. And then I found her. "Oh my God! Bren!" She was lying face down on the floor. I ran to her body and began to shake her. Her eyes fluttered open immediately.
Her blue eyes were now red from crying. "Oh, sweetie," I whispered out before laying down next to her. "Bren, what happened?"
She took a shallow breath. "I found his shirt. It was in one of my drawers, and I found it." She closed her eyes for a moment. "It still smelled like him." A tear fell from her eye and landed on the hardwood floor beneath her cheek "Everything feels like it's moving so fast, but I'm stuck watching it all in slow motion. And I can't seem to get away from the pain. The one person I need to help me through this is gone and I can't call him to come home and make everything okay again." More tears fell. "I feel like I'm suffocating and there's no way for me to get any air." Brennan closed her eyes. "I don't want to go through this," she whispered.
I reached over and grabbed her hand. "You're not alone, Bren."
Booth's funeral is today. Everyone is going, even Sweets, although there's something about him that seems a little off. The team stood at the staircase to the platform and watched as Bren talked about a skeleton. "It's time, Dr. Brennan," Jack told her.
She ignored him. "The metacarpal phalangeal joints are smooth, showing dexterity. Perhaps a musician…"
"That's enough. We're going. Now," Cam said.
"I have remains to identify. He could have a family."
"He's 500 years old. They've probably adjusted by now." I said.
"I'm not going. I've already made that clear."
"It's Agent Booth's funeral, Dr. Brennan. Losing a loved one is – " Sweets began.
Brennan sighed. "A partner, Sweets. I lost a partner."
"Someone close to you. The funeral allows you to grieve so you can come to terms with his death." He rebutted.
"The Arunta Aboriginal tribe in Australia grieve by burning down their village and – and moving to a new one. That seems no crazier to me than gathering around a hole in the ground."
"Being hostile won't – " Sweets began before I interrupted.
"Excuse me? Professional psychologist." He explained.
I held up a finger, telling him I just needed a minute with her. "Look. I know how you see things, and I respect that, but I need to ask you a favor." I held up Booth's funeral card. "I have to go to the funeral. I'm not going to be able to get through this alone. I've been crying for, like, days. I really need your shoulder here. I need my best friend."
"I knew Seeley Booth. He was a good man who earned my respect and affection. And I don't like many people. Booth had a selfless commitment to his work, first in the military and then the FBI. Two weeks ago, he made the ultimate sacrifice – giving his life to save his partner. And in the brave act, he showed us what greatness we are all capable of," Caroline said.
"That woman was aiming at me and I would have happily taken that bullet," Bren said to me."
"May God's mercy and love shine on Seeley Booth as he takes his place beside the Lord," Caroline continued.
"If there were a merciful God, why wouldn't he have saved Booth."
Drums started playing as the officers prepare to fire their weapons. "Standby," An officer said. "At ease," he continued. I saw a man walk towards the coffin, as the rest of the officers continue to follow commands. "Aim." An officer pushed through Zack and Sweets and punched the man, knocking him to the ground. It was Booth.
"What the hell is going on?" I screamed. The casket is pushed to the ground and it opened up, revealing a dummy body inside.
"They appear to be fighting," Zack observed.
The man and Booth fought on the ground. The man punched Booth and Brennan ran over to the casket and grabbed the dummy's arm and used it to knock out the man. She immediately started to move towards Booth, looking extremely angry. "Bones! Nice shot. What?"
Brennan punched Booth in the jaw and then stomped off. Booth groaned. "That's gotta hurt," Hodgins commented.
Booth rotated his jaw and stood up. He quickly ran after his partner. Sunlight glistened off the medals on his uniform. "Bones! Bones, wait up!" I heard him yell to her. She turned abruptly and said something to him, but I couldn't make it out. I saw Booth grab her arm and pull her towards him before she began hitting his chest repeatedly. Bren finally stopped and Booth pulled her closer, holding her tightly.
Caroline turned to Sweets. "And you think they're just partners? You must be stupid."
"Okay, I know I should be happy about this, but what the hell is Booth doing here?" I interjected.
Sweets looked at me. "Isn't it obvious? He's alive."
"No duh, but isn't he supposed to be "dead"?"
I narrowed my eyes at him. "What do you mean 'well'?"
Sweets shifted his eyes from me to Booth and Bren, then back to me. "I knew he was alive the whole time."
"I knew! He had to go into hiding to catch," He pointed to the unconscious man. "that guy and the only way to do it was to make him think Booth was dead."
I was pissed. "Why didn't we know he was alive?"
"Because you weren't on the list," he replied easily.
"Agent Booth's list. He made a list of who he wanted to have know he was alive."
"Brennan wasn't on the list?" I asked, knowing she would've topped it.
"No, she was on the list. But I didn't tell her because I knew she was strong enough to deal with this kind of trauma."
I walked up to the tiny man and slapped him. "You had no right to determine that! Psychologist, or not. You weren't there when she finally broke down and could not stop crying. She couldn't breathe! I thought she was going to die!"
Caroline looked to me. "Because she couldn't breathe?"
"No, because of a broken heart."
"That's impossible," Zack said.
"No, it's not. When you love someone so much that being without them physically pains you, it's not impossible to die from a broken heart." I turned back to Booth and Brennan. "What they have is something so rare and powerful. Their love is pure and unending. But because of how deep their love for each other is, they each have the power to totally and completely destroy the other just by not being with them." My eyes drifted back to everyone else. "They are true soul mates."
That was six pages on Microsoft Word. And I've gotta say, I really love this chapter. I think I may just end it here. Tell me what you think. Too Late is in the process of being written.