Disclaimer: So it's been awhile but school sucks and summer school sucks. Large family vacation with strangers suck. Moving sucks. And I suck for not updating in awhile but I'm am sorry so here you go. I hope you enjoy. I don't own anything.
don't fly fast. Oh, pilot can you help me?
Can you make this last? This plane is all I got
So keep it steady, now. Jack's Mannequin.
He stared out at the gray clouds as they circled around the plane. He could hear the faint rumble of thunder off in the distant and a slight vibration ran through the plane.
"Hello, this is your captain speaking looks like we are running into some heavy weather, nothing to worry about but the flight might get a bit bumpy and our scheduled time is going to be delayed."
The captain's voice sounded throughout the plane over the intercom along with the many disgruntled groans. His hand tighten around his armrest, he wasn't uneasy about the flight but about what was on the other end of the ride. Andrea was right, what was he doing, it wasn't his job anymore to protect her so why was he coming to her rescue. He slowly closed his eyes, trying to shake away his thoughts and let his mind wander.
He sat on the couch, his feet propped up on the wooden table and his eyes fixed on the television in front of him.
"Bones, come on you're going to miss it."
"I'll be in a minute, Booth." She told him and he could hear the sound of her dicing vegetables and could smell the steam of water boiling.
"You're going to miss the best part!" He shouted back to her.
"In a minute Booth I - ." He heard her gasp and the sound of a knife fell to the floor, in one swift move his was on his feet and in the kitchen.
"You okay, Bones?" He asked and saw the white washcloth she held to her hand was stained red.
"I'm fine, Booth." She answered.
"Let me see." He ordered.
"Booth, it's fine." But he ignored her and reached for the cloth, gently pulling it away and inspecting the cut.
"See, it's just a small laceration."
"It could have been worse."
"It's nothing serious, Booth."
"You're bleeding, it's serious. Now go get a bandage and I'll finish cutting these vegetables." He smiled at her and softly kissed her hand.
"You worry too much." She leaned up kissing him on the lips and walked out of the kitchen.
"It's my job to worry." He replied, selecting a new knife from the drawer.
"And to protect you." He thought.
The sound of tires meeting pavement and the large jolt startled him from his memory of long ago and he saw people were now moving around on the plane gathering their bags. He swallowed and reached for his black duffel bag.
Seeley walked anxiously down the unnaturally white hallway, his polished black shoes glistened and squeaked as he moved.
His jet black hair was soaked and he ran this hand through it shaking droplets onto his wet shoulders.
"186...there it is 187."
He sighed, his heart racing against his chest and he suddenly felt hot, his collar tight against his neck. His hand trembled slightly, reaching to push the door opened when it almost bumped a man walking out.
"Sorry." Booth told him noticing that the man was wearing a white lab coat. He was an older man with pepper gray hair and wore glasses but had a kind face.
"It's all right," The stranger told him with a grin, "Another visitor to see Miss. Brennan?"
"I'm Seeley Booth, I'm her – I'm an old friend." He stumbled over his words.
"I'm her partner." The words rang throughout his head.
"I'm Doctor Dean, I was the doctor on call when Miss. Brennan was brought in and assisted in her surgery."
"Surgery?" Booth questioned.
"Yes, have you not been informed of Miss. Brennan's condition?"
"No, I haven't I just got here."
"It's not good. She has five broken ribs, four bruised, collapsed lung, massive internal bleeding. I'm afraid we had to remove her spleen, she's also suffered damage to her kidneys and liver. Her right arm is broken and her shoulder is dislocated, her left leg suffered multiple factors. There was bruising to the heart and she has a concussion but was conscious when she was brought in."
"Jesus." Booth mumbled under his breath.
"We are monitoring her carefully and right now her vitals are stable."
"That's good right, so she's going to be okay?" He asked hopefully.
"Right now she's stable but we want to keep a close eye on her she's not out of the woods yet Mr. Booth she still has a way to go." Booth pinched the bridge of nose, he could feel a headache beginning to form.
"Thank you, can I see her?"
"Of course, she may be out of it we just upped her pain killers." Booth nodded and preceded to enter the room.
Booth entered the room and took in the surroundings. The room was large, he had no doubt the hospital was putting out their best for the acclaimed bestselling author. There was a small couch with a horrific pink flower design and it made his neck ache just looking at it. There was a tiny table with a vase of colorful flowers on it and two chairs that surrounded the bed one of which had a jacket in it.
Finally his eyes landed on the bed and the woman that was in it. His breath caught in his throat at the beautiful and grisly sight before him. Her long, brown hair was fanned underneath her head and a tight white bandage wrapped around her skull. Her skin was a deathly pale and her face was marred with dark bruises between mixtures of purple and blue. Her fresh, raw cuts were bright pink and red, her lips were ashen and cracked small cuts covered them. Her right arm was in a cast and a blue sling and her left leg was evaluated. Numerous machines were enclosed around the bed, beeping and blinking every few seconds. Long wires that were connected to her disappeared under the thin, blue sheet that covered her. She looked small and vulnerable, two words he would never thought he would associated her with. But here she was, Temperance Brennan lay in front of him broken and battered but still the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
"Temperance." He murmured. He waited for a response but received none. Hesitating, he took a small step toward her standing closer to the bed. His large hand gently reached for her small one. It was warm and soft against his skin and his thumb lightly traced the surface of her hand. Even after all this time, her hand still fit perfectly in his. He had forgotten what it felt like. It felt right.
"Bones." He whispered, leaning closer to her. A soft moan escaped her lips.
"Bones, it's me. It's Booth."
"Excuse me, what are you doing here?" A defensive voice questioned behind him. Booth quickly released her hand, pulling back his and turned to face the person.
"I'm Seeley Booth, I'm an old friend." Booth told him walking towards the man, "Who are you?"
"I'm Tempe's fiancé."
Sorry about the delay. I know, I know I suck but please review and tell me what you think. Good, bad?