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seeley booth (hates_clowns) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-08-16 11:00:00

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seeley booth

Who: Booth and Martha
What: He needs somebody to talk to and SURPRISE divuldges more than he signed up for. Thanks Veritaserum.
When: Today
Where: her infirmary
Warnings: TBA. may be high though for mentions of unsettling nightmares.

The medication Martha had prescribed wasn't working. Booth was still having issues sleeping almost a week later. He spent most of his nights tossing and turning, his thoughts going a million miles an hour. Lucifer was free. People had died. They came back, sure. But that didn't get the image of death out of his mind. Which was funny in the ironic sense of the word. Booth was a soldier. He'd seen death and caused it without so much as a flinch in the past. But it was different then. Those were faces he didn't know and hadn't been in charge of keeping safe. These were. He did what he felt like he had to do and took charge in attempt to give them some kind of direction. But they died under his command and it felt like it was on his hands. He'd been told there wasn't anything else he could do, but it was the job of the commanding officer to take the blame. And so he took that burden and soaked it in without so much as another word about it until Martha noticed.

His faith was shaking. He knew they had to stop sulking and come up with a plan to find Lucifer before the devil found them. But he didn't have anything as far as tracking him went. Booth didn't have powers or abilities, all he could do was think of how to best utilize the powers that they did have. In the same sense he wasn't about to send the powered types into any kind of situation he wasn't willing to go into himself, so every conclusion he drew lead him straight back to square one and Booth sighed in frustration. Rubbing his eyes as he nudged open the door to Martha's infirmary he looked around. "Doc?"

Booth took a seat in one of the waiting chairs and folded his arms lightly into his lap. His eyes closed tiredly and he rested his cheek against his fist. Lack of sleep was affecting work. He'd called in to take a couple days off. His mind was so far off that he couldn't do any straight work without thinking of the complex, and wondering if they were still alive. When he'd tried to go to work after the fight, he found himself calling them every few hours just to see if there were new developments. And he couldn't do that. He couldn't play favorites.

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hates_clowns
2010-08-17 06:22 pm UTC (link)

Booth saw her before he heard her and he shrugged lightly. More questions he couldn't avoid answering truthfully. "I can't sleep." He hadn't been able to in almost two weeks time and it was obviously starting to take a tole on him. He didn't have super powers, and he wasn't able to just bounce back. Running a hand through his slightly unkempt hair, he looked up. He hadn't really been able to function too easily and it showed. His face wasn't as clean shaven as it typically was. He was sporting a handsome rugged look. But for Booth he was typically the type to be cautious of detail.

"I've been having these nightmares. Like the first time I got home from Iraq." Many soldiers suffered from it. It was almost like shell shock all over again and Booth couldn't handle it twice. It was wearing his heart down, as if he didn't have enough problems with his neurological issues. "I can't get them out of my head. I'm used to victims being strangers." He started almost immediately. He wished he could have stopped. He even tried biting his tongue, but it just didn't work.

Booth was not immune from whatever this truth thing was that hit. He got it just like the others had, but so far he'd gotten off lucky. Nobody had really asked him many probing questions yet.

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legendinhertime
2010-08-24 08:32 pm UTC (link)

If she was surprised that he'd walked into the Medbay on his own, she certainly hadn't been expecting this. He was being forthright and - given what he was saying - extremely honest.

Not being able to sleep was one thing. Nightmares were quite a different problem. She had never seen his service record, the faked one or the real one, there would have been no way of telling. But from what he'd described previously it had sounded like PTSD. She was now certain of it. While it was fine and good and perfectly right for someone to find a coping technique (while professional help was the best way) when you started to recend into that behavior it was never a good thing.

She looked around, seeing that no one else was there and nodded. "Booth, why don't we take this into my office." She didn't want to talk out here. The office was mostly soundproof. She led the way, and held the door open.

"Did this start after the demon attack or before?" She needed as much information as possible. And yes the question was rather obvious. But someone like booth? HE was having a hard time, and if someone like him was, and admitting it... She knew that others in the building were experiencing it too. "None of this is easy to deal with. Why don't we start with what you're seeing..."

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