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Bones Ficlet: Lie to Me
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Title: Lie to Me
Character:  Brennan
Rating:
K or PG
Spoilers:
Through The End in the Beginning, with an oblique reference to something in 5x01:  Harbingers in the Fountain. 
Timeline:  Set sometime after 5x01:  Harbingers in the Fountain
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer:
  Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely meant to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary:  Brennan likes to believe they are about unvarnished, skeletal honesty. 
Thanks for reading, and if you leave feedback, thanks for that as well.


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Lie to Me

Brennan likes to believe they are about unvarnished, skeletal honesty.  

This is a lie.  

She likes to believe they discuss everything, from the virtue of cooked fruit (it has none) to sex (they haven't had it, at least not with each other, and not because she hasn't imagined it).

They do not.

He wakes from his coma with her story -- the one she deleted -- stumbling from his dear, dry lips as if it is his life and hers.  Their life.  

It is not.  

She does not sit on Booth's lap with her arms laced around his neck as if they belong there.  She is not carrying Booth's child, their genetic legacy and the thing she was so certain she would never, ever want. 

He does not call her "baby," and she does not allow him that unthinkable liberty.

Except that sometimes he does, and sometimes she does.  (She tells herself there is no significance to this; what makes her breath stutter is that she wants there to be.)

Bones do not deny, equivocate, lie.  (They cannot.  Their composition and appearance speak clearly and honestly to any who would listen with care.) 

But people do.  Oh, yes, people do.

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*waves* Thank you, my dear!

Ack. I don't have words to express how amazing this is. You pack so much into so few words here.

My favorite bit? He wakes from his coma with her story -- the one she deleted -- stumbling from his dear, dry lips as if it his life and hers. Their life.
Wonderful.

Your work is always a breath of fresh air.

♥ Thanks for the ridiculously kind comment, bb.

This is beautiful. And hi :)

*snorgles* Meep. Thanks, my sick sweetie pie. :( Hope you and the fam feel better ASAP.

I got chills reading this. The best best best kind of chills. Wonderful job.

Aww. Thank you for reading and commenting, my dear! *smooch*

Love the insights here.

Glad you enjoyed it. Thank you for letting me know that!

Beautiful. This read like poetry.

♥ So glad this worked for you. Thank you for taking the time to let me know that; I really appreciate it.

oh goodness.

this cheered me up. that museum moment caused actual physical pain.

;)

Haha Glad I could help, hon. *g* Thanks for reading and commenting, as always! I do sincerely appreciate it.

Beautiful words, as always. Always glad to see your fic pop up on my flist. :)

Hey, you. :) How've you been???

I'm happy you enjoyed this, Kat. Thank you for reading and commenting.

Thank you many times over, sweetie. Also, I am thinking of you and your family. I know it's a tough time for you all; I hope you and your step-grandmother are able to make the most of her remaining months. Hope the doctors are also able to help her feel as comfortable as possible. *hugs*

Lerdo!fic! I love the use of parentheses. I've been on such a kick with them lately both reading and writing them, so I was thrilled to see them used so effectively here!

I love this line in particular: Bones do not deny, equivocate, lie. (They cannot. Their composition and appearance speak clearly and honestly to any who would listen with care.). It stands out as so Brennan to me.

Thanks for sharing this with us, hon!

Margaret! Hope your NaNo novel is going well. :)

I don't typically use a lot of parentheses, but they seemed to fit here, and they were fun to play with.

Thank you for pointing out those lines; I was definitely hoping they would sound Brennan-like. And thanks, of course, for reading and commenting on this. *hugs*

You have such a knack for saying so much in so few words. You make every word count. Always. And I love that.

It means a lot to me that you think that. Really. Because I try hard to "make every word count." Not that I always -- or even often -- succeed. But that's the goal.

Thank you very much for taking the time to read and comment on this. :)

This is so lovely!

She likes to believe they discuss everything, from the virtue of cooked fruit (it has none) to sex (they haven't had it, at least not with each other, and not because she hasn't imagined it).

GUH! ♥

Thank you very much! ♥ So pleased you enjoyed this. :)

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