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Bones Double Drabble: Gods and Monsters (#91 in ATLBU)
Sad!Booth - lerdo
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Title: Gods and Monsters
Characters:
Seeley Booth
Rating:
PG
Spoilers:
For The Con Man in the Meth Lab.
Word Count: 200
Summary: "Fear is the heart of love."
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely meant to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.

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Gods and Monsters

He’s never hit Parker. He never will. It’s one of those things he promised himself and God almost as soon as Rebecca looked at him with trembling lips that formed the words that changed his life again: “I’m pregnant.”

Sure, there are promises he’s broken, and he’ll spend the rest of his life on his knees if that’s what it takes. But his son won’t ever watch him fall into a longneck and drown; won’t learn at his hand that sometimes the scariest monsters don’t lurk in the shadows or under the bed and aren’t monsters at all – just flawed people who saw too much and never really made it back to themselves.

Booth’s fingers bite into the plastic circle in his pocket. His eyes flicker closed and then open again. He inhales, remembering that familiar sour smell as it rolled off Jared and hit him right between the eyes.

Maybe it’s all the same: plastic and glass, fathers and sons.

Then again, maybe it’s the monsters that patiently sit inside you, waiting for the moment when you can’t outrun them, that you have to watch out for.

It’s a lesson he desperately hopes his son never has to learn.

A/N: Thanks for reading.

oh god
poor booth. it makes me so sad.
this was so well written!
its just booth doesn't even realize what a good person he is, what a good father....

Thank you! I'm happy you thought this was well-written.

I think Booth tries his best to be a good father to Parker. Still, addiction can run in families, and there must be some part of him that worries that Parker will have to fight his own battle with some sort of addiction -- and hopes that that never happens.

and can i just say the header in your journal is BEAUTIFUL.
i love it.
i was staring at it for like 3 min....i love thier faces
what an awesome episode

Thanks. :) I thought the caps were too pretty to not play with in Photoshop.

But his son won’t ever watch him fall into a longneck and drown; won’t learn at his hand that sometimes the scariest monsters don’t lurk in the shadows or under the bed and aren’t monsters at all – just flawed people who saw too much and never really made it back to themselves.

I adore that.

I love the link between Booth and his father and both of their addictions - what more it tells us about him as a man.

This is fab.

Thanks, TT. I'm really happy this worked for you. I can't help but think given that Booth's seen firsthand how addiction can run in families, there must be some small part of him that worries that Parker might one day find his own "monster" lurking inside him. Everyone wants to spare their children pain, but sometimes certain things are just out of your hands...

*hugs Booth*
You really show his constant struggle here... and show us the inner-most Booth, tinged with fears and regrets, yet also full of promises and hope.
Thanks for sharing.
~S

Thank you for reading and commenting, Space. :)

the inner-most Booth, tinged with fears and regrets, yet also full of promises and hope.

That's a lovely way of putting it!

Love this: Maybe it’s all the same: plastic and glass, fathers and sons. Your fic is the second one today that reminded me of Scott Owens's On The Days I Am Not My Father.

Thank you. I read that poem when it came through on exceptindreams; it's wonderful -- and sad. I'm touched that this reminded you of it.

*heart breaks* Poor Booth. I love the link between Booth's relationship with his father and his determination that Parker never have to deal with it.

Adored: Maybe it’s all the same: plastic and glass, fathers and sons.

Then again, maybe it’s the monsters that patiently sit inside you, waiting for the moment when you can’t outrun them, that you have to watch out for.


This - even in it's hurt - is just gorgeous. You put me to shame.

Thanks so much, honey, for letting me know which bits "spoke" to you. I really appreciate it. ♥

Just...perfect.

Seriously.

Sad. And perfect.
*speechless*

Besos

Yay, lerdo fic! This is excellent- thanks for a great read :-)

You are too kind. Thank you for reading and commenting. :)

Yes! Of course Booth would silently vow that he will never become his father when his son is born. I expect it was also the day (or soon after) that he gave up gambling for good.

OMG! So very, very, possibly true.

Wow! This hits all the fears Booth has about being a parent - and does so with minimum wordage.

Am still hit by the penultimate sentence.....

*hugs you* Thank you, my dear!

Thank you! I'm flattered by your icon choice. *g*

adores your words , your talent

perfect drabble ♥


Thank you so much, honey. And I hope things are getting better. ♥

This gave me chills...

Thank you for taking the time to let me know that.

You do it again - a big story in a small space.

So much said in so few words.

Many thanks for your kind words! I'm so pleased that this spoke to you.

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