THE LIFE OF EMILY ERIN - K+ - Family, Angst - 4th of the series-Meegs

fab:

Posted 29/04/2008 17:41:27 (29/04/2008 11:41:27 PM) 98.18.18.196 - Moderation Panel


fabulous mdawg...fabulous but don't let the g-man lose his job....
and that last line was sweet....
we're gonna fix her...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

night woman
and get writing...sit in the LA sunshine sweetie by the pool near a movie star and write write write

hugs
fab

himbeer92:

Booth to the rescue! (and max ;-)).

I love this series... so good! update soon!

tozika:

I totally forgot that he is witness protection.....
But Booth will find out where he is and Max will come to help his daughter and granddaughter.

temperance rose:

gah again! I'm suffering withdrawls from this story!

meegs:

I know it's been like forever since the last update. I've got nothing more written I am having serious writer's block. I know where this is going, it's just the getting there that's the problem. If you all bear with me, I'll try to get some more written soon! Thanks again for your patience and commitment

cheesebk:

ah, writer'S block, trust me I soooo know what you're talking about. Don't worry, we'll stick around and read whatever you write, whenever you write it

meegs82:

Alrighty, I have FINALLY started working on this again. MAJOR writer's block plus a lot of family issues going on. My grandmother passed away on the 23rd and my dad just started radiation treatment for prostate cancer. So, my husband and I had to move back to Colorado. But, my muse has been on fire lately and I am getting going with this again AND I just started a new fic. I have never had 2 fics going on simultaneously, so we'll see how it goes! I will try to have the new chapter up before I go to bed, but if not, it will be up tomorrow.

cheese:

oh, meegs, I feel with you. I hope your father is going to be better soon. *sends positive energy*

We are patiently waiting, don't worry!!!!!

meegs:

And I'm back! I hope my readers are still there. I know you are, Cheese! Hope you like and I am working on it more tonight, so be expecting more soon! Thanks for reading!
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CHAPTER 21

“But what if Roxie won’t wait for me?” Emily asked, frowning up at her mother, who sat next to her on the bed.

“Roxie will wait, baby, I promise. She isn’t going anywhere. When you get all better, you can ride Roxie as much as you want,” Brennan explained to her daughter.

“Pinky promise?” Emily asked, raising her right pinky in the air.

Brennan smiled. “Pinky promise,” she replied, hooking her pinky with her daughter’s. As she did, she saw purple beneath Emily’s pajama top. She brushed her sleeve up and gazed at the misshapen bruise. It was a new addition to the collection of a dozen or so contusions Emily had suffered. With her platelet counts depleted from the chemotherapy, she was bruising almost to the touch.

“It’s okay, Mommy. It doesn’t hurt,” Emily said as she looked into her mother’s eyes.

Brennan’s gaze fell back on her daughter’s face and she pulled her into her chest, wrapping her arms tightly around her small frame. She closed her eyes and held onto Emily for dear life, rubbing her back. As she rubbed, something soft fell into her hand. Brennan opened her eyes and glanced down only to see a dozen auburn ringlets entwined in her fingers. Tears rushed to her eyes as Emily pulled out of the embrace.

“Mommy, I feel sick,” Emily told Brennan, her face pale and ghostly.

Brennan forced the tears back. “Basin or toilet?” she asked her daughter.

“Basin,” Emily replied.

Brennan reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the basin just in time for Emily to throw up in it. Brennan rubbed her back as Emily heaved and the ringlets continued to fall.

Emily finished and Brennan wiped her mouth with a tissue.

“Do you want to brush your teeth?” Brennan asked.

“I’m too tired,” Emily replied as she leaned back in the bed.

Brennan clenched the ringlets in her hand so Emily couldn’t see them and she got up to dump the basin. Once in the bathroom, Brennan let the tears and the ringlets fall. She knew Emily would be asleep in less than a minute, so she had a few moments to herself. Leaning on the sink with her elbows, Brennan took her head in her hands and she cried. As she sobbed, her stomach grew queasy and after a few minutes had passed, the urge to vomit was too great and she lunged for the toilet.

After flushing, she wiped her face with a cold washcloth and looked at herself in the mirror…red eyes, dark circles, pallid skin tone. She didn’t know who looked worse: her or her daughter. She continued to look into the mirror, but her gaze traveled to her belly. She placed both of her hands on her abdomen and turned to the side. She wasn’t showing yet, but she could feel the slight bulge of her uterus expanding. She should be happier…she should be taking better care of herself…but then again, her Emily shouldn’t be sick; she should be in kindergarten, playing with her friends, and riding that damn pony! *But she’s not. She’s stuck in a hospital fighting for her life* Brennan added to her thought. The tears returned and Brennan’s hands fell from her stomach to the sink.

A moment later, the bathroom door opened and Booth appeared. Without a word, Brennan stepped forward and fell into his arms. Booth held her tightly as he pulled her as close to him as he could. After a minute, Brennan pulled out of the embrace, the tears still streaming, and she pointed to the trash can.

“Hair,” was all she could sputter.

“What?” Booth asked gently.

“She’s…losing her…hair,” Brennan sputtered some more.

Booth looked past her and into the trash can where the ringlets had fallen.

He looked back to Brennan, his face serious. She could tell he had something to say.

“Did you find him?” Brennan inquired, the tears slowing as a glimmer of hope reignited itself in her heart.

Booth reached into his pocket. “2529 Elmhurst Drive, Littleton, Colorado,” Booth replied as he handed her a single piece of paper.

Brennan took it and her eyes flew across the writing. “Henry Fisher,” Brennan finally spoke.

“He owns his own barber shop. I checked and he’s in town,” Booth informed his wife, who looked up at him with a renewed sense of optimism.

“I can catch a flight tomorrow morning,” Brennan replied, handing him the paper.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Booth asked.

“It doesn’t matter if I am or not. I’m going,” Brennan replied as she stepped forward and kissed him softly on the lips. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. This is our baby girl. I’d cut off my own arm if it meant saving her,” Booth said as he cupped her cheek in his right hand. After a few moments of staring at each other, Booth sniffed the air and his brow creased. “Did you throw up?” he asked.

“Yes,” Brennan replied without emotion. “And so did Emily,” she added, closing her eyes for a moment before reopening them.

“The vomiting is exhausting, no wonder she’s out cold,” Booth remarked.

“She didn’t notice her hair, Booth. I don’t know how to tell her, she’ll be able to see that it’s falling out when she wakes up,” Brennan said, worry spread across her features.

Booth took hold of her hand and led her out of the bathroom before speaking.

“I’ll talk to her while you go see your dad,” Booth told Brennan and he looked her straight in the eyes as he took her other hand in his.

Brennan looked over at Emily, whose mouth was agape and her right arm hung off of the bed.

“Let’s hope I come back with a miracle,” Brennan said as she watched her daughter roll over onto a pile of her own hair.
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cheese:

awesome update meegs!!!!

tozika:

Okay I know, that I say it every single time, but poor emily!
Now she is even loosing her hair.....but at least they have found Max.....maybe he can help her....

bumping this for me so I can read when I get home...

hugs mdawg...so sorry about your grandma and saying prayers for your dad...
I'm so behind on my fics....
I have missed everyone...July was a tough month....but I'm easing my way back....

fab

god mdawg...I forgot how sad this was.....well, its still wonderful
I'm still in love with story....sad or not....
I can't imagine going thru something like this with a child...it makes me want to hug my 22 year-old and realized how lucky I am....

hugs woman, sorry you had to move back to Colorado.....
more soon when you can sweetie....
you rock

fab

I am reposting this chapter by chapter on FFnet. And I am FINALLY getting back to it. So, those of you interested, check it out at FFnet, or go ahead and read everything I have written so far right here. I will have more up soon.

And if *anyone* is still interested, I will now be posting more in the next week. This story kinda got away from me, meaning that I didn't expect it to be so time consuming. I had to do A LOT of research and it's just so tedious. So, I understand if I lost some readers. But, for those of you still out there, expect more soon. I am up to page 97 in Word. I can't even believe that...97 pages!!! And I'm *still* not done! I have a few chapters left to write, but I have some new stuff to post here soon.

Please let me know if you are still interested. Thanks!