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Fic: Little Earthquakes (Double Drabble #21)
Fear - lerdo
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Title: Little Earthquakes
Series: All That Lies Between Us
Characters:  Brennan, Max Keenan, Veleska Miller
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: For The Killer in the Concrete.
Summary:  Character sketch for The Killer in the Concrete.
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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Timeframe:   Set during The Killer in the Concrete, in the scene where Brennan and Max take down the bounty hunter and find Booth's tooth.



Staring down at the left anterior molar cradled in her gloved hand, Brennan knew fear. Science told her that a cascade of epinephrine, norepinephrine, and cortisol had tensed her muscles and increased her heart rate and respiration. Chemicals, yes, forcing her blood through veins that suddenly felt too small.

But her heart felt as if it was being squeezed by a giant fist, and her body vibrated with the overwhelming need to hit something—hit Veleska Miller—again and again and again if need be. To use her fist to smash the insolent smirk from the other woman's face.

Booth—partner, friend, and something she struggled to name—was out there somewhere, probably in the hands of a mob enforcer whose signature was an icepick to the brain.

Something savage and visceral awoke in her then; civility, rationality, and millennia of evolution thrown aside in favor of obedience to a voice that demanded an eye for an eye... and a tooth for a tooth. Neither morality nor reason nor temperance kept her from heeding the serpent's sibilant whisper; only the inexorable grip on her arm did that.

It was only then she realized it: She truly was her father's daughter.

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Very powerful piece, despite its size. Your stories always feel like they could truly be thought by the characters; you have their voices and you pay respect to them.

She truly was her father's daughter.


Absolutely her father's daughter. More proof of same? Her theft of the picture in The Boy in the Time Capsule.

Running off to work - but wanted to give fb. Great job, as always.

oops, sorry, hit the wrong reply button

Absolutely her father's daughter. More proof of same? Her theft of the picture in The Boy in the Time Capsule.

Yes, absolutely!

As always, thank you. :)

wow the last line totally makes this fic!!

Ooh, very powerful.

Neither morality nor reason nor temperance kept her from heeding the serpent's sibilant whisper; only the inexorable grip on her arm did that.
Very intense. I love the imagery here.

Thank you, Sarah. I'm glad that image worked for you; it seemed appropriate.

So strong, intense, powerful.. everything!
And that's so Brennan ;)

One of my favs, officially

Sara,

Thank you! I'm glad this sounded like Brennan to you.

Outstanding, as always, but this one...WOW! The thing is, you know that's in Brennan somewhere, but not just everybody sees it and can articulate it as well as you.
Thanks so much, again, for sharing your talent with us.

Thank you so much; I'm honestly touched by your comments. Brennan's human; she has feelings–just like everyone else. She's just a bit wary of trusting and expressing them. Once bitten, twice shy. And I think it scares her to think there are pieces of her father in her.

wow...this is awesome. You captured a lot in such a short story.


Something savage and visceral awoke in her then; civility, rationality, and millennia of evolution thrown aside in favor of obedience to a voice that demanded an eye for an eye... and a tooth for a tooth. Neither morality nor reason nor temperance kept her from heeding the serpent's sibilant whisper; only the inexorable grip on her arm did that.

It was only then she realized it: She truly was her father's daughter.


Very powerful. And I think that it's true that there's little she won't do and few lines she won't cross for those she loves.

Thank you.

And I think that it's true that there's little she won't do and few lines she won't cross for those she loves.

Without a doubt. She's loyal.

Once again you amazed me with such a small but powerful piece.
She truly was her father's daughter.
That is so true.

Oh, Foxy, you're too nice to me. Thank you. :)

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Thank you, Asra. I miss the show, too. *sigh*

Bingo... I really love that you used that moment not only for a quick thought about how she reacted to the situation-n not just the way she acted when Booth was in danger, but also the buried, almost subconscious worry she has about becoming too much like her dad in any way. Where once she would've simply condemned what happened there and said there was no way it could happen, suddenly she realized that people can get desperate when the ones they care about are in danger.

*nods vigorously* Yup, you nailed it. :)

Thanks for the feed, Ren!

*g*
Thank you for writing so much lol, I love being able to count on new fic to read :D

It was perfect !

"It was only then she realized it: She truly was her father's daughter."
That sentence made it even more perfect :)
Thank you Lerdo :)

Aw, thanks a lot. :) So glad you enjoyed this.

I love this! Favourite bit? "nor reason, nor temperance" heeheehee

*g* Yeah, "temperance" seemed appropriate.

Thanks for commenting!

Especially liked the temperance reference and the father/daughter direction you took it in. And lots of other bits too.

Nice. :)

Thank you, as always. I think she fears being like her father, and yet, she is--at least in certain respects.

Neither morality nor reason nor temperance kept her from heeding the serpent's sibilant whisper

Your fics never cease to amaze me. Beautiful, just beautiful.



Posted the above comment but forgot to sign in. Sorry :-)

*blushes* Thank you. I'm pleased you enjoyed this one.

hi, I am new to Bones fic and I have been reading through your fic index. I would write a comment on each, but it's late and I should go to bed, but your writing is so captivating that I seem to still be reading. Anyway, I finally am going to write a comment - what a fantastic fic. So short, yet so good. 'tooth for a tooth' and being her father's daughter - beautiful story telling and bringing in so many elements so concisely. Thanks for sharing. i will now head off to read some more!

She truly was her father's daughter

Oh how very very true.

This lil piece is just powerful.

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