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30 January 2009 @ 07:01 pm
Different Pick A Prompt - 2-4-3 - Have Heart  
Again, you'll find out the original Fandom and episode at the end of the story. Ryan/Isabella pairing, Anti-Cohen... I tried, really honestly tried, to make it a generic foster family that treated Ryan like shit, but... I couldn't make it work without the family seeming like an attempt to write a family that was the Cohens but evil. It just made more sense to simple make the Cohens be evil... lol... I love them, honestly I do... this one just came out horribly anti-Cohen.

Also? I sorta, kinda, ended up making this a crossover because I suddenly had Isabella mentioning a past love of her mom's and I wrote a name and suddenly I realized how totally perfect it was... so... yeah... new fandom. Links at the bottom, afetr the story, to info about the show.

It was almost midnight when Isabella heard a tapping on her window and got out of bed to go look. When she parted the curtain, she saw Ryan standing outside in the rain, completely soaked, and shook her head firmly, mouthing the word 'No' even more firmly before closing the curtains again.

After a moment, he tapped again, and this time, she not only opened the curtains but yanked up the window. "No, Ryan," she said firmly. "Just no. You can't snap at me at school, and tell me to mind my own business, then show up at my window at midnight wanting to be let in!"

Ryan didn't answer, just stood there for a long moment, then slowly started to turn away.

"Wait!" Isabella said, as a flash of lightening lit up his face, and more specifically the bruise under one eye. She reached out to grasp his arm. "What happened to your face?" she asked.

Ryan turned back to her, his entire face crumbling. "I don't have anywhere else to go," he whispered.

"Come on," Isabella said, pulling him through the window. "God, you're completely soaked," she said, brushing his hair back from his face. "Wait here." She turned and fled the room, but returned a moment later with several oversized towels. "What were you doing out there?"

Ryan shook his head, little droplets of water flying off his face. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

Isabella draped a towel over his head, pretending it was just to dry his hair but really because she didn't want him to see her facade break. She wanted him to think she was unflappable, that he didn't get under her skin and through her defenses so completely. "You're going to catch you death," she said, hoping he couldn't hear the tremor in her voice as she let the towel drop from his head to his shoulders.

"I'm sorry," Ryan repeated, his tone completely broken.

"Let's get you out of those clothes before you get sick," Isabella said, trying desperately to ignore his words and focus just on taking care of him. She peeled his jacket and over shirt off of him, leaving only his damp jeans and wifebeater, neither of which hid the bruises on his arms and shoulders, then wrapping a blanket around him again, rubbing his arms. "Come on," she said, gently guiding him to her bed and pulling back the covers. She gently pushed him down, climbing in beside him and wrapping her arms around him as he started to silently sob, one hand coming up to intertwine fingers with hers. "You don't have to tell me anything," she whispered, her free hand coming through his hair as she rested her forehead against the back of his shoulder, biting her lip. "Just sleep."

"I'm sorry," Ryan repeated again, clutching at her hand like his life depended on it. "Please don't leave..."

"I'm not going anywhere," Isabella promised, holding on a little tighter and pressing a kiss to the back of his neck. "I promise, I'm staying right here. Just sleep."

"I don't know what I did wrong," he whispered.

Nothing, you couldn't do anything to deserve this," Isabella said, hoping he couldn't tell she was crying. "It'll be okay, I promise, it'll be okay."

"I'm sorry," Ryan said one more time.

"You have nothing to be sorry for," she insisted. "Nothing."


He was gone in the morning, and no one knew where to find him. The Cohens looked, and Isabella always kept an eye out. But he didn't show up for two years, on March 25th, when she walked out of school and saw him leaning against the front of an old jeep, his entire face lighting up as he saw her.

Isabella dropped everything in her arms and ran to him, throwing her arms around his neck as he held her close. "You miss me or something?" he whispered into her hair, and she could feel his tears falling onto her shoulder.

"Where the hell have you been?" she asked.

"All over," Ryan said, pulling back to look at her face. "I missed you."

"I missed you, too," she said. "What are you doing..." she began, then stopped. "Your birthday."

"I would have been here that day, but... something came up part way here."

"It doesn't matter, you're here now," Isabella said.

"You wanna get something to eat?"

"Sounds good."


The ended up getting burgers and going down to the beach, just sitting in the side.

"So, tell me about your life the last two years," Isabella said.

"Fucked up," Ryan replied. "I... I think maybe I was meant to have this completely fucked up life and die young."

"You're not dead," Isabella said.

"I'm sick," Ryan said.

"What?" Isabella asked.

"I did some really fucked up things after I left, Is. I was... I was hurting, both from being alone and from leaving you... and now I'm sick."

"Sick how?"

"I messed up my heart. It... it doesn't beat right anymore. I'm on meds to try and regulate it, but... I fucked it up."

"You'll be okay, right?"

Ryan shrugged. "I'm trying to take care of myself, but... it's hard."

"You're not alone anymore," Isabella said, taking his hand. "Come on, let's go home."


"My mom's in DC visiting friends for the week," Isabella said. "The house is kinda empty with just me there."

Ryan smiled, letting her tug him to his feet and back towards his jeep. "Okay," he said.


After settling in Isabella's room, Ryan took a shower, then came back to find her with his meds sitting next to her laptop as she read information off the Internet. "You can ask anything you want," he said as he sat down on the end of the bed.

"How'd it happen?" Isabella asked, turning in her desk chair to face him.

"I meant about what they do, how they help..."


"I was fucked up in the head," Ryan reminded her. "I was hurting so bad and I just... I wanted to stop hurting for a while. So I... I became my mom. I started drinking, and using. And one night, I was high on... something, I don't even know what, and all of a sudden, I couldn't breath. I was just laying there on a mattress on the floor of this disgusting abandoned building, and I couldn't breath. I actually lucked out, because cops were trying to clear the building, and they found me, got me to a hospital, where I found out there was a problem with my heart, the muscles were weak. They said it might have been genetic, that I might have been born with a defect and no one noticed until the drugs made it worse. But... yeah. My heart's not worth shit."

"Not true," Isabella said, leaning forward to kiss him. "You have an amazing heart."

"Yeah, and any day now it could fail entirely," Ryan said.

"Is it really that bad?"

"The doctor said I've probably got a couple years," Ryan admitted. "And if I can get a transplant, then I may have longer."

"You're on transplant lists?"


"And they know you're in California now?"

Ryan nodded. "They have both my cell phone number and I've got this stupid beeper thing. If a heart becomes available and my number's called, they beep me."

"And you're staying here," Isabella added, this one not a question.


"You are staying here, and that's final," Isabella insisted. "Understand me?"

"Yes, ma'am," Ryan replied, smiling as he reached out and took her hand. "I love you, Is."

"I love you, too."

"I never should have left you," Ryan said, looking down at their joined hands.

"You had to save yourself."

Ryan nodded, and when he looked up again, he had tears in his eyes. "I'm scared, Is," he admitted. "I don't wanna die."

Isabella moved to sit beside him, pulling him into her arms and holding him as he cried. "It'll all be okay," she whispered.


"He's in jail, you know," Isabella said later as she and Ryan lay side by side in bed.


"Mr. Cohen."

"What happened?"

"Not long after you left, Seth started dating this girl, Summer Roberts?"

"Yeah, I know her," Ryan said.

"Well, Mr. Cohen wasn't happy about that, and he hit Seth. Started just beating him. And Mrs. Cohen panicked and called the police, and Seth... he told the truth. About everything. He told the police about what Mr. Cohen had been doing to you... about the room in the house that he'd gotten ready to put you in when you came 'crawling back'. Mrs. Cohen tried to deny it, but she eventually cracked and confessed everything was true. Seth's Aunt Hailey took custody of him when it came out that Mrs. Cohen's father knew all about the room because Newport Group contractors built it."

"Do you see Seth?"

"At school," Isabella said. "We actually talk sometimes. Not friends, mind you, because he's still a selfish little prick, but... not enemies. He asks about you sometimes, if I've heard anything, and that if I do hear anything... he wants you to know he's sorry."

"I don't blame him," Ryan said. "Not... He was scared of them, too. By being their spy, he kept himself safe."

"Doesn't make it okay."

"No, and trust me, I don't forgive him."


"How's your mom?" Ryan asked, changing the subject.

"I think her and Hodgins are gonna get back together," Isabella said, smiling. "Except for the having to move to DC part, I wouldn't mind if they finally got their act together and got married."

"I thought you hated Newport?"

"I do," Isabella said. "But you're here."

"I can go anywhere," Ryan said.

"You'd come with me?"

"I'd go anywhere with you."

Isabella rolled over to kiss him again. "I love you," she whispered.

Ryan smiled and held her closer.


A week later, Isabella flicked a small spray of flour at Ryan, then tried to look innocent as he spun to glare at her half heartedly. "Do you want this done in time or not?" he asked her sternly.

"Sorry," she said, not sounding sorry at all.

"You are such a brat," he said, rolling his eyes.

"And you love me for it," Isabella said.

"Damn straight," Ryan agreed.

"What is that amazing smell?" came a voice from the living room. "That can't be fresh baked food because my daughter burns water!"

"Mama!" Isabella squealed as her mom came through the kitchen door. She threw her arms around the woman's neck. "Welcome home!"

"Don't I get a hello?"

Isabella looked past her mom and squealed again. "Hodgins!" she cried, outright jumping at the man.

Ryan laughed. "Patented Isabella greeting," he commented.

"You're just jealous that I didn't knock you over, Atwood," Isabella replied, sticking her tongue out.

"Ryan?" Angela, Isabella's mother, said as she looked at him. "Honey, when did you...?"

"Ryan showed up a week ago," Isabella explained. "He waited until he was 18 and they couldn't do anything to him."

"Welcome back," Angela said, giving him a hug.

"Thanks, Ms. Montenegro," he said.

"I'm gonna take a wild guess and say he's been staying here?" she asked her daughter when she pulled back.

"He made you brownies..." Isabella sing-songed.

"Stay as long as you want," Angela said with a smile.

"Chocolate, always a way into a girl's heart," Hodgins said. "Dr. Jack Hodgins," he introduced himself.

"Ryan Atwood," Ryan replied, shaking his hand. As he did, the alarm on his watch went off. "Sorry, I'll be right back. The buzzer is gonna go off any second, just pull the pan out," he instructed Isabella. "I mean it Is, don't just turn the buzzer off."

"I did that once!"

"And left them for another hour!" Ryan called back over his shoulder.

"I don't have any qualms with kicking your ass, bad heart or no!"

"What?" Angela asked.

Ryan returned with a palmful of meds and grabbed a glass. "My heart mucsles are weak, so I take meds to try to keep my blood pressure down, and not stress out my heart. It's gotta last me until or if a transplant becomes available."

"They will, and it will," Isabella said firmly.

"Or someone will face your wrath?" Ryan asked.

"Damn straight."


When Ryan picked Isabella up from school the friday a week after he first returned, he saw her leading Seth his way, and took a deep, steadying breath before catching the other boy's eyes and smiling. "Hey," he said.

"Hey," Seth replied. "I'm sorry."

"You were scared of them, too," Ryan said. "I don't blame you. Doesn't make it okay, but... we're cool."

"Isabella told me... about your heart..."

"I'm doing okay for now," Ryan said. "No worries, man."

"You sure?"

"Yeah," Ryan said. "I'm home, so I'm good," he added, reaching to take Isabella's hand as he said 'home'.


"How are you?"

"Good," Seth said. "Living with Aunt Hailey's actually pretty great. She's got rules, but... not like insane rules. More like 'call if I'm gonna be late' rules not 'get your ass home or you're dead' rules."



"Wow," Isabella said, tilting ehr heard and smirking. "Seth Cohen, speechless. I never thought I'd see the day."

"It'll pass," Ryan said.

Seth grinned. "There's a new graphic novel out I'll bet you'd like," he said.

"Why don't you lone me your copy sometime," Ryan replied. "I'll check it out."



Isabella's graduation a few months later was an experience unto itself, as Angela and Hodgins' friends from DC flew in, and Ryan found out more about dead bodies than he ever wanted to in one dinner. But at least Booth was a sports fan, so Ryan was able to have a friendly arguement about whether Hockey or Soccer was the better sport, ending when Ryan mentioned that teeth may get knocked out in Hockey, but Soccer cleats and the crotch are a bad mix.

"Alright, you get the point for damage," Booth allowed with a grin. "What's the score?"

"Tied," Angela and Isabella said from where they'd been watching the back and forth while avoiding the discussion of decomposition going on in the kitchen.

"A draw," Boothe said.

"Good enough for me," Ryan said, starting to get up, but feeling light headed and having to sit back down.

"Ryan?" Isabella said, the panic in her voice catching everyone's attention.

"I'm fine," he said. "Just stood up to fast," he said.

"When's your..." she began, only to be cut off by Ryan's watch beeping. "I'll go get your doses," she amended, heading for their room.

"What doses?" Dr. Brennan asked as she came out.

"Heart meds," Ryan said. "Mine's messed up, I'm on a transplant list, but... not that high up so far. So I take meds to try to keep my blood pressure from going crazy. I'm not sure I should take them right now though."

"Why not?" Boothe asked.

"Light headedness is an indication of lack of blood flow," Dr. Brennan said. "He might not be getting enough oxygeniated blood to the brain."

"Right, what she said," Ryan said, closing his eyes and bowing his head as he took several deep breaths.

"Do you need us to call your doctor?" Angela asked, handing him a glasss of water.

"Gimme a couple minutes, then ask," Ryan replied, looking up and trying to smile. "Of course if I pass out, then yes, call imemdiately."

"We're gonna hold off on those for a few minutes," Angela said as Isabella returned.

"Right, yeah," Isabella said, biting her lip.

"I'm fine," he told her.

"You haven't been fine in all the time I've known you," Isabella said.

"Gee, I'm feeling the love," he teased, slowly sitting up straighter, then leaning back in the chair and closing his eyes again. "Most girls would be nice to their dying boyfriends."

"Way to be optimistic," Hodgins commented.

"According to the first doctor I saw, I'm at 3 months to go. The second one gave me about six months longer than that. If I get a transplant before them, I've probably got like 5 years or so on average, maybe a little longer since the medicine get better all the time," Ryan said. "It's a ticking clock. Even best case says I won't live to see old age. I'm dying, the question left is whether it'll be within a year, or a couple years,"

"You're so calm about it," Booth said. "What about your parents?"

"Ma's a junkie, Dad's still locked up for murder in the commission of a felony robbery, Brothers locked up in vegas for dealing, foster father was an abusive asshole who beat me until I took off at 16. Foster mother let him... foster brother did they wanted to save himself, and I can't say I blame him," Ryan recited. "It's just me."

"Hey," Angela said, raising an eyebrow.

"And the two most beautiful women in the world," Ryan corrected. When Hodgins cleared his throat, Ryan rolled his eyes. "And Hodgins."

"Don't you forget it," Isabella said. "We're your family."


The move to DC wasn't a tough decision. Seth was the only person left in Californai for Ryan to give a shit about, and he was going to Brown, along with his once again girlfriend, Summer, so DC was actually closer to him. And once Isabella decided to go to Georgetown, Angela and Hodgins had admitted they were both being begged to return to the Jeffersonian by the big bosses, and they wanted Ryan to know he was welcome to come with them. So Ryan didn't have any problem moving across the country again, it just meant sticking with the people who watched out for him without trying to control what he did, said, and thought.

It was weird, but as strange as the Montenegro/Hodgins family, and the extended family of the Jeffersonian and Booth, was, they were more normal than either the Atwoods or the Cohens had ever been. And it was nice having people around him who really gave a damn about how he was doing. When he got his new heart a few weeks after the move, he woke up to find the whole gang in his room, and it felt good to have so many people in his corner because they wanted to be.

When they found out he was applying for a scholarship to georgetown to study criminal justice, they all began a joking 'battle' over what he should specialize in. Hodgins kept saying that since he was good with details, he should go into studying trace evidence. Dr. Brennan suggested he study bones and be a forensice anthropologist. Booth was pushing for joining the FBI, while Dr. Sweets the shrink who kept trying in vain to get Booth and Brennan to come clean about their 'feelings' for eachother suggested Criminal Psychology. Angela was the only one who didn't try to push even slightly, though she did tell him that she got to avoid the gross stuff most of the time after Hodgins managed to make Ryan sick talking about roaches crawling out of mummified eye sockets.

Isabella was the one who told him one night, whe she found him sitting on the windowsill watching the rain, that no one would be upset if they didn't take their suggestion, and that he didn't have to pick just one of the options put before him. He could decide what he wanted and do that.

Of course, he was pretty sure she didn't expect him to look at her and ask her to marry him, because that was what he wanted more than anything else.

The End

For reference:
Bones Wikipedia Page
Angela Wikipedia Page
Hodgins Wikipedia Page

I am an Angela/Hodgins shipper, and I'm proud of it... the odd couple-ness of them just makes me squee... lol

Original Fandom/Episode: Roswell Season One - Independence Day, in which Michael runs from his foster father's house and goes to his quasi-girlfriend Maria's and she takes care of him. The clip is below, and it's so sad and sweet... almsot makes me like Michael/Maria again... except Maria could be a royal bitch and Michael's a poor woobie who deserves better... lol

Editted: To add the info about the inspiration episode... lol... and to add the clip from the inspiration episode to illustrate...
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jujuberry136jujuberry136 on January 31st, 2009 02:28 am (UTC)

Poor Ryan, his life is never easy :(
Maramissmara on January 31st, 2009 02:35 am (UTC)
Yes! Bones rocks!

No, it's not... but I'd like to think that, despite his cynicism about his chances of living a long life, that he beat the odds, he lives for another 20, 30, 40 years after getting the new heart because he has so much to live for. And he becomes a part of the team at the Jeffersonian, or maybe he ends up following Sweets' advice and becoming a Criminal Psychologist and joins the BAU... which actually makes me think of a crossover where the Criminal Minds team meets the Bones team because of Ryan working for the BAU but calling the Jeffersonian home... lol
jujuberry136jujuberry136 on January 31st, 2009 02:04 pm (UTC)
That sequel needs to happen- SUCH an awesome idea. Ryan could even be the intern for the current BAU team and use his awesome forensic knowledge to help them out/put them in contact with the Bones crew. And since he's the contact dude, he'd totally have to be kept in the loop...

or not.

Awesome idea about the OC/Bones/Criminal Minds
Maramissmara on January 31st, 2009 05:18 pm (UTC)
It IS tempting... The BAU gets a case in DC shortly after Ryan joins the team and Booth is all resentful of someone else coming in because he doesn't think he needs help, but it's not quite as bad when he realizes it's the team Ryan is on, because Ryan is totally family... and the BAU is kinda surprised by Ryan's great big extended family because he seems so self contained and keeps to himself... and then of course they wind up jokingly profiling the Bones team, especially Hodgins because, come on, he DOES kinda fit a serial killer profiler, or at least he used to...

And Bones herself of course likes Reid for his tendency to just say things without sugarcoating them, and Hodgins wants to ahte Reid because he kinda reminds him of Zack, but comeon, no one can hate Reid... lol

I'm putting way too much thought into this after WAY too little sleep... lol
garnigalgarnigal on January 31st, 2009 03:36 am (UTC)
Nice Bones tie-in, and I love how you made it OC even if the disk was Roswell.
fifimom on January 31st, 2009 03:41 am (UTC)
very sweet but also so sad. thanks.
60schic60schic on January 31st, 2009 04:38 am (UTC)
I forgot how your prompts worked, and I thought I had missed a vital lead-in chapter or something. Bones/OC Xover----cool! And now I know who Isabella Montenegro is!
alluxeraalluxera on January 31st, 2009 04:48 pm (UTC)
I never watched Bones, but now I have the desire to give it a shot. Hee
finleefinlee on February 1st, 2009 03:37 am (UTC)
I really like this. I love all the Bones characters and how Ryan finds himself people who will be there for him.
(Anonymous) on September 18th, 2011 03:58 am (UTC)
I really like this ! Is there any other fics in this universe ?
ocmissocmiss on February 24th, 2013 09:03 am (UTC)
Aw !!
I loved this "Bones family" universe, it was great !
Feels weird for the Cohens to be the bad guys though, lol.
Thank you :D