Swallowing Razors - Bones fanfiction
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doc_3Title: Swallowing Razors
Author: Doc_3
Pairing: B/Bish
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Anything up to this week’s ep is fair game
Summary: I of II of missing scene ficlets from Con Man in the Meth Lab
A/N: A little mini ficlet of a missing scene that swirled around in my head all weekend. Thanks to my f-list for the gobs of encouragement they've heaped my way to get me writing again. This may not be an epic masterpiece, but it felt good to put words on paper (well, onscreen if we must be technical about it ...)
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His heart was pounding so loud in his ears that he felt as though the ear drums should burst to relieve the pressure. But his hands never shook.
“Bones!”
He felt rather than heard her thump to the ground, his eyes never leaving the sheriff or his hostage. Rule number one was to never take your eyes off the target. He tried to angle his head so he could see her in the periphery of his vision without turning his head.
“Bones!”
At her answer, he felt his vision narrow on the target, everything else fading away as he closed in.
***
Slowly he reached in the car and withdrew the man’s weapon and observed him for a moment. Dead. Even the agonal breathing had stopped – a shot appeared to have severed the carotid.
Turning slowly, he could see her standing in the fading light, a bit paler but with her chin still lifted defiantly. The blood was running down her hand, dripping onto the white concrete, and seeping slowly through the fingers of the hand she pressed to the wound.
Everything around him faded once more, the shotgun and pistol were placed on the grass. Grasping both sides of her face in his hands, he held her there, lowering his forehead to hers. He inhaled her for a moment, allowing himself this measure of comfort that she was okay.
***
Cam found him leaning against the high counter in front of the ER nursing station.
“Next time, try to leave a more cryptic message.”
“Sorry. I didn’t want to scare you.”
Taking in the blood on his shirt and the hard lines around his mouth, she let it be at that.
“Yours?” She tried to gesture nonchalantly at the brownish stain on the blue oxford.
“Hers. It was a single shot, through and through, to the upper arm. The orthopedic guy is in there now looking at it, to make sure there’s no muscle damage. ER doc wanted to consult a plastic surgeon but she told him if he could sew it up straight she wouldn’t need plastic surgery.”
Cam was struck by a sudden urge to weep for this man. He was trying to make a joke about his partner’s notoriously prickly nature while his eyes were drenched in guilt.
Her compassion and tears were the last things he needed, she knew better than to offer those.
“I need to know exactly how this happened to one of my people in the field, Booth.”
“You will have my report on your desk by tomorrow, Camille.” He straightened and matched her tone of professionalism.
“Excellent. Now tell me what really happened.”
His eyebrow asked the question for him.
Softening her voice she repeated, “What really happened out there, Booth?”
A long sigh and then he answered, “I had a pump-action shotgun on him, couldn’t fire because he had a hostage. Bones grabbed my sidearm and held it on him as we advanced. She must have taken her eyes off of him long enough to give him an opening. I saw him swing the barrel her way but still could fire. She was down and he made a go for the car, and then pushed the hostage out into the street as he tried to drive off. I stopped him.”
“This is not your fault, Seeley.”
His only answer was a snort. “Make sure you call my boss and tell him.”
She didn’t answer, instead turning to face the curtained off exam room where the muted voices of Brennan and one of the physicians could be heard. They stood in silence as the minutes stretched out, and Cam waged a silent battle with the voice in her head. They reached a compromise and she turned back to him, now facing his profile.
“How long can you do this, Seeley?” she whispered.
“Do what, Camille?” his voice was flat, but she saw him swallow hard then clench his jaw.
“How long can you let her scare years off your life without owning up to your feelings?”
She thought he wasn’t going to answer. And a part of her was terrified she’d pushed too much, said too much, implied too much. He wasn’t one to allow people – even friends – to poke around in an area of his life he had deemed off-limits. Cam knew she was now firmly in off-limit territory – his feelings for his partner.
“As long as it takes.”
End Part I
Part II
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Date: 2008-11-18 01:52 am (UTC)What a way to fill in the gaps... and you inspired something in me, hon. I'd love to share with you this idea that popped in my head while reading this - maybe you could incorporate it or, if not, I may try to develop it. If you're interested, drop me a line! :)
Loveloveloved the forehead moment and the interaction with Cam... maybe she is to Booth what Ange is to Bren? Cam didn't have the nerve/heart/whatever to say to Bren (about Jared) what Ange did. And now she's telling Seeley like it is. Good woman!
Welcome back!
~S
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Date: 2008-11-18 03:05 am (UTC)So glad you liked! I'm totally open to any ideas but don't not develop it yourself - I'm sure you would do a fantastic job.
I'm glad my Cam was so well-received - I'm loving her character more each ep.
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Date: 2008-12-03 09:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-03 11:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-26 04:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-26 10:40 pm (UTC)I would be thrilled to look over it - do you still have my yahoo email address?
Just send it to me there. I can't wait!