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Bones Double Drabble: Fine (#80 in ATLBU)
B/B Touch - lerdo
only_more_love
Title: Fine
Characters:
Brennan, Booth
Rating:
PG
Word Count:
200
Timeline:
Set in the future.
Spoilers:
None.
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Fine


Booth gets the call from Russ one Sunday morning as he’s sipping his first mug of coffee and reading the funny pages in the paper. They were on a fishing trip in Pennsylvania; Max died in his sleep. Can Booth please go check on Tempe?

He finds her at the lab, sitting on her couch and staring at a bone she keeps turning over in her hands. She doesn’t look up when he sits beside her.

“Everyone dies. The human body isn’t designed to last forever.”

He doesn’t answer – just sets a coffee cup on the table in front of her and watches the steam curl, then vanish, as if it had never existed.

“I’m fine, Booth.”

He takes away the bone, moving it to the far side of the table. Brennan’s empty hands flex and clench. Shifting closer, Booth takes her hand and places it on his forearm.

“Go.” Her fingers tighten on his arm. “I told you, I’m fine.”

“Sure. And I’m Santa Claus.”

Brennan snorts a laugh. When he pulls her into his arms, she doesn’t protest, just laughs and laughs, shaking against him as the laughter gradually dissolves into something like the sound of breaking glass.


Oh my God. I have missed your words.

*is humbled* I know you're being sincere; I'm so touched by YOUR words. Thank you, D. ♥

Shifting closer, Booth takes her hand and places it on his forearm.

Beautiful, beautiful... beautiful.

Aww, thanks so much, S.! :)

I haven't even read it yet, but I just had to say: I'VE MISSED YOUR WRITING!! <3<3

Thanks, Caitlin. :) I hope, after that lovely comment, that you didn't wind up hating this double drabble. *g*

So clean and poignant, gorgeous as ever.

And thank you for killing Max.

:)

And thank you for killing Max.

hahahhahaha That was such an unexpected comment. *g* I love it.

Thank you, my dear, for reading and commenting!

He takes away the bone, moving it to the far side of the table. Brennan’s empty hands flex and clench. Shifting closer, Booth takes her hand and places it on his forearm.

I loved that - like an echo from The Soldier on the Grave.

This was beautiful, I feel her pain:

something like the sound of breaking glass.

Gorgeous :)

ETA: Thank you for writing: I am dying for good fic, such as this *g*




Edited at 2008-07-28 06:31 pm (UTC)

I loved that - like an echo from The Soldier on the Grave.

That's such a neat little insight, K. I didn't even pick up on that. Go you! :D

ETA: Thank you for writing: I am dying for good fic, such as this *g*

*smooches you for including this in the good fic category* The Bones fic world is a bit fallow right now. I think it's because it's summer. (I think that for some writers it might also be related to the decided lack of reviews that people are posting right now.)

BTW, I got your email. Thanks for the rec; I'll hit you back with some book recs tomorrow. *sends you a hug in the meantime*

Gorgeous.

*“I’m fine, Booth.”*

how many times have we heard those words drop from her lips, I can hear them echo through this story.

*“Sure. And I’m Santa Claus.”*

Perfect, Booth being blunt, amusing, supportive and solid in 4 words.

Yay for lerdo fic!

Thank you very much, Heather! Brennan's always insisting she's fine. Thankfully, Booth sees through her denials.

Glad you liked the Santa Claus line. It sort of popped out in Booth's voice in my head, and I hoped people wouldn't think it was too light for the situation.

Bitersweet. Sad. Beautiful.

Loved it.

Thank you, G. So glad you liked this, in spite of the sadness. ♥

nice work...glad you're back writing again

Barring crazy life events, I'll never be gone for too long. *g*

Thanks for reading and commenting; I'm happy you enjoyed this. :)

You've outdone yourself with this one. Exquisite.

Great. Now I'm all sniffly...

*sniff*

I think I pretty much love everything about this. And it seems to me that "I'm fine" has to be the biggest lie in the English phrasebook. If you have to say it, odds are you aren't..

Awww, I've missed you :)

“Sure. And I’m Santa Claus.”
This is so Booth. I can really hear him saying this in my head.

Booth takes her hand and places it on his forearm.
I agree with tempertemper (nice catch, K)! I can totally see that now-like an echo of Soldier, but this time Booth's doing the comforting. :)

shaking against him as the laughter gradually dissolves into something like the sound of breaking glass.
Heartbreaking scene to imagine. Poor Bren.

I echo the others around here: thanks for writing/posting, I've missed your lovely words! :)

Am looking forward to reading more from you when I get back from vacation!




Glad you're writing again; I've missed it.

Love the calmness of this, and the Santa Claus line of course reminds me of mistletoe. :-)

Simply perfect. For my Booth/Brennan fix I always go to your beautiful writing. And along the same words as everyone else.....I have missed your words too.

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