The tremor hit as soon as the dig site came into view. A rescue crew was behind them, and the rain that had poured on them had slowed to a drizzle as Booth tumbled out of the jeep before it even stopped, landing on his feet as he ran toward the dig site.
"Was that another earthquake?" He asked, not trusting the feel beneath his feet as he ran toward the disaster that lay before him. The ground was saturated, and the drizzle was only increasing the sharp pain in his stomach. He felt the ground tremble again as his hands reached up to rub his face, looking around desperately of some sign that she was there, or had escaped. He needed something, anything but to stare at the hole in the ground that was the remains of where just days before was packed with people exploring the riches of the site.
"Where would she have been?" Booth asked, breathless as he rubbed his forehead with the heel of his hand. "Jesus Christ! Daisy?" He exclaimed, turning to see the young woman running toward him. "Where the hell would she be?" Booth shouted.
"Over here, Agent Booth!" She called as she passed him, leading him toward the dig site.
From the state of the ground, and the wet conditions, the search seemed doomed from the start, and the rescue crew arrived and moved over the rubble and remnants of the dig site with solemn looks, as if they were carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders. "Agent Booth, it's going to be impossible to find anyone in all of this, and alive? That would be virtually impossible." One of the medical personnel said as he walked up beside Booth.
"Agent Booth, it's going to be impossible to find anyone in all of this, and alive? That would be virtually impossible." One of the medical personnel said as he walked up beside Booth.
"You said virtually impossible… so it's not absolutely impossible." He growled. "You're here to rescue people, rescue her!"
"I can't use all of our resources for one person, Agent Booth! This isn't a rescue effort, it's a recovery effort… and the ground is still very unstable. Some parts haven't caved in yet, and its best to…"
"To what? Let her die in the ground? No thanks! If you want to go, then go… but leave me with an ambulance and a couple of techs, because I will find her." He said angrily.
"Just go!" He shouted, stomping past the man, he ran toward Daisy, who was pulling several rocks up.
"We're going to need some equipment."
"This is a goddamned mess." He said, rubbing his hand over his face, he had an overwhelming urge to cry. He sighed as he knelt on the ground beside Daisy. "This is just a goddamned mess." He whispered, taking a deep breath.
With his breath held, he could feel the blood pumping in his ears, the blood rushing through his veins, each and every beat of his strong heart, pounding in his head. It was then that he heard it the first time, the muffled sound of a beep, beating just a hair off of time with his own, a beep so soft that he thought his mind was making it up, and he remembered what she had said to him.
"I know why it sounds differently."
"Because… when I lay my head on your chest… my own heart rate rises… I can hear my pulse in my ears, so when I press my cheek against your chest…"
"You hear both of our hearts."
"Beating together." She whispered. "Always together."
"Together." He whispered. "Together, always together." He whispered.
"Agent Booth, are you okay?" Daisy asked.
"Her heartbeat." He said, looking Daisy in the eyes. "The watch… I can hear the watch!" He exclaimed, pushing himself to the ground, he pressed his ear to the ground, following the sound.
"Agent Booth, what's going on?"
"Be quiet!" He exclaimed as he listened at the ground, moving toward the sound beneath the earth. "Just shut up for a minute!"
"What are you listening for, Agent Booth?"
"Right here!" He exclaimed. "Dig right here! We need to dig right here!" He shouted as he looked toward the rescue crew, who looked very un-amused by the obviously traumatized and mourning man before them.
Noticing their lackadaisical and uncaring stance, Booth began removing dirt with his bare hands. He grunted as he tossed dirt aside, and looked up at Daisy, who was bewildered at the agent's action, but also intrigued as she too began to dig with her bare hands as well. Together, they pulled the dirt from the ground, hearing bits of dirt fall farther , the sound of the beeping was louder. "Do you hear it?" Booth asked.
"Yes… it's her watch… it's that damned fucking watch!" He exclaimed as he spotted something below the surface… a hand… covered and dirt and motionless, it was the most beautiful sight in the world to him.
The first thing she felt was intense pain. Something was pulling at her, something was pulling hard, so hard. She wanted to scream out, scream so that they would just stop pulling. Everything was blurry and broken and she opened her eyes for a moment only for the dirt surrounding them to fall into the glassy orbs, causing more pain. There was more pain, more pulling, violent, violent pulling.
She could hear breath sounds, heavy grunting breath sounds and for a moment dreamed she was being ripped apart by vultures, the darkness was becoming lighter, but there was no form as she felt blind in the brightness of the moment. She thought that perhaps this was the way someone dies, this was the way you feel when you die, when you are dead you can still feel?
Her eyes were closed and she tried to scream, her mouth opening but the sound not escaping. There was a great pressure in her head, in her chest, her legs felt like heavy weights as the light became brighter. There was beeping and the sound of shouting could be heard, shouting that was angry, maybe it was just concern, fear…something, there was something in the voice.
She heard a scream, a distant scream… a mighty scream and she suddenly realized it was her own voice in her own ears.
And it went silent.
The pressure was too much, too much pressure… her chest felt like it was caving in. Her pulse was weakening, she gasped, gasped again, and finally her eyes opened. Her eyes opened and he was there, holding her, cradling her, begging her to look at him.
So she did.
She looked at him.
"Bones… stay with me."
His voice was steady, laced with terror.
Her lips were turning blue.
"You have to be kidding me!" He exclaimed.
The last thing she saw before she passed out was his teeth clenching the tip of a ballpoint pen, ripping the ink tube from the hollow holder, he held the hollow tube in the air above her ribs as he raised it high and looked so desperately like he wanted to close his eyes as it came hurtling down against her skin, piercing it instantly, as the pressure released, but the pain persisted, as she succumbed to unconsciousness.
Air sucked into her lungs and she sat bolt upright in the bed. Sweat poured from her as she breathed deeply again and again, trying to catch her breath. In and out, her lungs burned from lack of oxygen as her mind cleared and she realized where she was. She recognized the bedroom as her own. She was not underground, she was in her own bed, and she was not battling for life, she was battling for self control. Her throat was raw from the screaming she had just ceased and she closed her eyes tightly, trying to rid herself of the claustrophobic feeling that was threatening to take over. She let out a helpless whimper, running the heel of her hand over her cheekbone as the tears that had found their way down her cheek were whisked away.
She felt a warm hand on her arm.
Her head turned and she saw in the light of the moon his tender brown eyes looking up at her. "I'm okay." She whispered.
"You're sure?" He asked.
"Yeah." She nodded as she lay back on her pillow solidly, staring up at the ceiling, her eyes wide, but unseeing. She could feel him roll toward her, holding himself up with his arm as he stared down into those wide blue eyes.
"You're lying to me, Bones." Booth whispered, moving his hand to her cheek, he tenderly wiped a stray tear that she had missed. "Was it the dream again? The cave in, dream?"
"Yes." She said, turning away from him, she hated that he could read her pain so easily. And just as she suspected it would, his arm snaked around her waist, pulling her gently into his body as his warm arms enveloped her tear and sweat soaked body.
"And who rescued you?" He whispered, kissing her head tenderly, she could feel his breath on her neck as she turned her head, looking up at him, her ear pressed into his chest for a moment, and she listened to the gentle rhythm.
"You did." She said tenderly, her voice almost inaudible. "You always do."
"That's right." He said, kissing her head again. "I'll always be there in time." He said, feeling her body relaxing in his arms, he listened to her breathing as she cuddled into him a little farther. "Bones?" He whispered.
"What was the bet this time?" He whispered.
"Forever." She replied. Her answer was so simple, but it said everything. "I love you."
"I love you too… forever."
I hope that you enjoyed the journey... I sure did... I look forward to your comments! :)
Thanks again to my partners in crime Thnx4thegum and Doctorsuez... you guys helped me get out of a lot of ruts while writing this story. I would be in a grave state if it hadn't been for your assistance. You guys really are the Bread and Butter of the Fanfic world.