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Bones Ficlet: This Perpetual Engine of Grief
Leave Me Hypnotized - lerdo
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Title: This Perpetual Engine of Grief (1/1)
Character: Temperance Brennan, unnamed male character
Rating: M
Spoilers:
Through 6x4.
Summary: "We've got to find other ways to make it alone, keep a straight face..." Brennan-centric.
Notes: Title comes from Hemant Mohapatra's poem "how it adds up." Summary comes from Paramore's "The Only Exception."
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely meant to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.
A/N: I'm not arguing that this is what's going to happen - just that it could.

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This Perpetual Engine of Grief

Moving on from something that never truly existed except in her own mind proves unexpectedly difficult, but Brennan is a determined woman.

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"Do you want to get out of here?" His lips, more generous than Booth's, cant upward in a half-smile, and she briefly considers throwing her drink at him. She doesn't answer, just swipes her fingers over the condensation on her glass and then stands, swaying at the unaccustomed height of the high-heeled shoes imprisoning her feet. "Fuck-me shoes," Angela would call them.

It would be a shame to waste the shoes.

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His thumb presses against her clitoris; she wants to smack his hand away. This isn't breaking the laws of physics. It's just--

Back arched, she summons a moan of pretense and forces herself to clench around him. He seems mollified, though, wiping his forehead with a huffed laugh as she lets her hair swing forward to hide her face.

"I need to clean up." She escapes to the bathroom. The sink's porcelain chills her already-cold fingers, and her stomach roils in protest.

"Hey, are you OK?"

Brennan ignores the insistent knock on her bathroom door, standing hunched over the sink until his footsteps move away, eventually followed by the muffled open-and-shut of her front door.

When she uncurls, her eyes are dry, but she purposefully avoids her own gaze in the mirror.

Booth isn't the only one who can move on.


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Bless. I've been yearning for season 6 Brennan fic for a while now. Please keep it coming, chica.

Oy!

and she's just as successful as he in doing so.....


That last line's a killer......

Merci beaucoup, M. Don't you just want to knock their hard heads together?

Heart-breaking. How is that woman going to dig herself out of that one. :(

Hope you're staying well.

Thank you for reading! :) And I am well -- and totally in the palm of one 19-month-old's hand.

Sounds like you're doing great at Hopkins.

I'm sure you are! I bet that little girl keeps you busy. ;)

I'm loving Hopkins. This place is such a wonderful place to be for someone who loves science. We'll see how I feel in a few weeks when it starts getting really cold! ;)

This is so raw and visceral and exactly right for Brennan at this moment. I really enjoyed it. ♥

I'm so glad this rang true to you. ♥ Thank you!

Far as I can tell, neither one of them is really moving on, they are just trying to fool themselves.

You are right. Those crazy kids....

This is haunting. So good to see this from you!

whew, i loved the painful buildup, then the WHAM release of emotion on the last line. it locks us into her though process, which is such a brennan thing to think. she's gonna force it until she believes it.


she's gonna force it until she believes it.

:( Painful to witness...

And thank you!

Oh, that's excellent. I love the "shame to waste the shoes."

Thanks a lot. Don't you just want to give her a big, big hug?

SEVERAL ENORMOUS hugs. She's BREAKING my heart.

Amazing how you make Booth's presence weave between the lines although he is not in this ficlet.


Ooh. Leaves me literally breathless. I uncovered the poem from my favorites today (thank you, by the way), and just had to read this again. It makes me feel like I've been punched in the gut (in the most fantastic way).

And if it is your winter holiday of choice, merry Christmas :)

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