InsaneJournal

Who: Booth and Kitty
What: Finding her
When: Tonight
Where: The old house Kitty described. Attic
warnings: croat shooting. Anger issues. idk


Seeley was unhappy. To be honest it was hard to remember the last time that he was genuinely happy. A little voice in the back of his head said Buffy. She was the last person to make him feel that warmth that was happiness. She used the l word. He couldn't even remember the last time she had. It was an amazing feeling, and yet still there were little bits of doubt floating around. Did she really love him, or was it just to make him happy? Did he force her into it by saying he had loved her? No. He'd been waiting for three years. And a couple before then. Damn insecurities. He really wanted to believe her, but she'd waited so long. In that time he waited to be loved, he grew further and further away from trusting it. They were so messed up, he wished he could see Sweets again and have him diagnose things for him in terms he could understand. Or Gordon Gordon. His insights would have been appreciated at this juncture.

Booth had told Buffy he was leaving camp to go find Kitty, enough was enough. She'd been out a day and that was even more then he could handle of worrying whether or not she was actually alive or not. This ended now. Things happened in war zones. Things nobody wanted, but that was just what happened in times of stress. Friendly Fire wasn't uncommon. It was probably from what he could remember, Kitty's first kill. But she needed to snap out of it. He needed to help her. She thought she was fine on her own, but nobody was fine after the first life they took. He couldn't remember his, but he remembered being wrecked for a while until new orders came in from the government to kill again. Kitty needed to understand what happened wasn't her fault. The way he saw it, Chuck should have been paying more attention. Danny damn well should have been with her, and Kitty had done exactly what she was supposed to when feeling threatened. If she wanted to work on it, Booth could help her with her reaction timing. But that was all that needed improvement in his eyes.

He was armed when he came to find her and shifted through the rubble of what used to be Kansas. Sometimes he hardly recognized the city. It was just that far gone. Seeley wasn't paying attention though. That was his fatal flaw when he finally spotted the old house in Kitty's description that was barely holding itself together. It was going to collapse soon, Booth assessed mentally. He needed to get Kitty out ASAP, and he would. One way or another. Taking a few steps into the house, he pushed the old rickety door open and it screeched eerily. Booth held up his gun and pointed the light attachment in the corners of the house. The place downstairs was dark. Nearly impossible to see. It made his skin crawl. It reminded him of a haunted house. Classic style, Cobwebs on the rafters, and the rafters mostly broken and in eye shot. It was empty save for a broken down couch and other furniture that hadn't held up well when the apocalypse hit. Booth didn't say a word.

It was a good thing he didn't. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a shadowed movement and his gun raised in it's direction. It alost zig zagged through the shadows clumsily toward him until the deformed croat was in his face. Booth was pushed back into a wall and grunted at the impact. His gun was lost to his bodies movement for a moment, but then he regained his barring and it was in the croats face between its eyes. It looked like a person, but Booth knew better, and it didn't faze his reaction timing. He pulled the trigger and blood sprayed from the croat's face on his jacket and chin. After taking a good look around with the light, making sure to shine it in the darkest corners and blind spots, he assessed that there was nothing else in there with him.

Using his hand he whipped the blood off his face and looked for the entrance to the attic. "Kitty?"