Me and Emily

Me and Emily


Summary: Brennan leaves town after a recent boyfriend turns violent to her. Brennan packs up and leaves with her daughter. Now as she sits in her one bedroom motel room, she thinks about her and her daughter. Set to "Me and Emily" by Rachel Proctor. Lyrics in bold thoughts in italics. Brennan's POV.

Floorboard's filled with baby toys,
An' empty coke bottles an' coffee cups.

I carefully stepped over the baby toys, coke bottles and coffee cups on the ground, picking them up one at a time. I threw put the baby toys in a suitcase and threw the bottles and cups out. I finished packing the toys and walked quietly into my daughter, Emily's room. The room was purple with a light purple trim. I walked over to my sleeping baby's crib. I picked her up gently, finished packing her stuff and walked out to my car. I placed her gently in her car seat, shut the door. Hopped in the front and drove away.

Drivin' through the rain with no radio,
Tryin' not to wake her up.

I drove in silence. I didn't want to turn on the radio incase Emily woke up. It gave me a lot of time to think.

Cell 'phone says "low battery",
God, what if I break down?

My phone started flashing in its handset. 'Low battery' the screen said. "Crap." I whispered. What happens if I break down? I am in the middle of nowhere.

I'm just lookin' for an exit with a lotta lights,
A safe little interstate town.

I needed to leave. Even though I loved my job and I would miss my friends, I had to leave. None of them knew about Emily. She was a year old and I had kept her hidden. I needed to get away from DC. Start a new life in a small town interstate with just me and Em.

Just a cheap hotel,
With a single bed,

And cable TV:
Is good enough for me an' Emily.

I was getting tired. I pulled into a cheap little motel. I pulled everything out of the car and lifted a still sleeping Emily into my arms. I ordered a room and was given the keys. I walked into the room. It was small with only a single bed, a small TV with a cable connection, a bathroom and a fridge but for me and Emily, It was perfect.

Some day, when she's old enough,
She's gonna start askin' questions about him.

When she gets older, if she takes after me, she will ask me question after question about her father.

Some kid at school brings his Dad for show an' tell,
An' gets her little mind a-wonderin':
"Where's my Daddy? Do I have one?
"Does he not love me like you do?"

One day when she heads off to school, some kid is going to bring his dad for show and tell one day. Emily will probably come home and ask me, "Mummy, where's my Daddy? Do I have one? Doesn't he love me like you do?" What can I say to her?

Oh, maybe I'll find someone to love the both of us,
An' I'll tell her when she's old enough to know the truth.

Maybe by the time she reaches this age, I will have met a nice man who can love the two of us. He will be her father but when she is old enough, I will tell her the truth.

Will it break her heart?
Will she understand,
That I had to leave?
That's what was best for me an' Emily.

Will it break her heart that I lied to her? Will she understand? I hope so. I hope she understands that I had to leave. It was what was best for me and her.

That house was never clean enough; his dinner never warm enough.
Nothing I did was ever good enough to make him happy.

Everything I did was wrong. There could be a piece of paper on the floor and he would shout that the house was never clean. I may have cooked dinner and served it and he walks through the door five minutes later and says it wasn't hot enough. I never could do anything right. Nothing was ever good enough to make him happy.

So, I guess, he gave me what he thought I deserved,
But it would kill me if he ever raised his hand to her.

So, everytime I did something that didn't please him, he would beat me. I couldn't stop him even with all the martial arts I have done. He broke me emotionally first.


I had just served dinner, his favourite. I put it on the plate, put the plates on the table and went and check on Emily.

He walked through the door five minutes later. He kissed me on the cheek and walked over to the table. He picked up his fork, cut into his meat, out it into his mouth and chewed before spitting it back onto his plate. "This isn't hot enough." He stated. I apologised profusely but he wouldn't listen.

After I put Emily down that night, he beat me. He always did. Only tonight he did something worse. He threatened Emily.

End Flashback

I would go into work and always wear long sleeved shirts, long skirts or pants. Angie occasionally said things to me because it was so hot but I didn't care. Eventually she gave up. So did everyone else. Booth always hassled me about it until I told him to mind his own business.

I knew I had to leave. I couldn't let Em get hurt. I would die before he ever hurt her.

Big rigs are throwin' rain on my windshield,
An' I feel like they're laughin' at me.

I watched as trucks passed the motel. They each splashed rain water onto my car. It felt like they were laughing at me by saying that they owned me.

Fin'lly the storm is lettin' up,
An' the mornin' is breakin' free.

Finally, the storm began to break. The morning sun began to shine through the windows and it was only then that I noticed I had been awake all night.

It's a brand new day,
It's a second chance.
Yesterday is just a memory,
For me an' Emily.

The day was young. A new day always means a new chance. Yesterday, I left my life. That's just a past memory for me and Emmy. We had a whole future ahead of us.

Floorboard is filled with baby toys,
An' empty coke bottles an' coffee cups.
Least there's one good thing that he gave me,
An' she's startin' to wake up.

I picked up the empty coffee cups from last night and threw them in the bin. I spread out a baby blanket and sprinkled some toys on it.

Even though, he had given me a pretty crap year, he gave me one thing I am extremely proud of and she's starting to wake up.

I walked over to my beautiful baby. She had none of her dad's features. She had by bone structure, my skin tone, my hair colour, eye colour, nose, mouth shape, everything.

I picked her up and hugged her. Emily and I were ready to start a new life. It was going to hurt me that I wouldn't get to see Zack and Noelle's (a new intern who was studying with myself and Zack) son Cooper or Hodgins and Angela's son Chris grow up. I wouldn't see Booth again. Em wouldn't get to grow up around the family I had found and the family I had come to love. She wouldn't meet Russ or his girls but, if his is the way to keep her safe, then it's what needed to be.