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Fic: Everything to Lose (Ficlet #23)
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Title:  Everything to Lose
Characters:  Booth, Brennan
Rating: K or PG
Words: 229
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 wrote this in response to a writing exercise I made up, and then I realized I liked it for All That Lies Between Us with a wee bit o' tweaking.

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Brennan tossed a few bills on the table, silencing his protests with a pointed glance, and slid out of the booth. Setting his coffee cup down, Booth stared out the window and watched her go. Sunlight caught the red in her hair and set it on fire.

In less than thirty seconds, she made it to the curb and stepped off into the street. His stomach tightened and his breath stuttered in his throat as he noticed that she hadn't looked to see if any cars were in her path. It was just so her to charge ahead and expect the world to make way, while conveniently ignoring the fact that skin, muscle, and bone were no match for monsters of steel and rubber.

Every few weeks he'd peer at his reflection and discover another strand of gray hair. He knew it was her fault; he'd aged five years since he met her. Every time he watched her walk away from him, her long legs eating up the ground and her razor-sharp mind focused on the next challenge, it took months off his life.

One day she might walk without seeing what was in front of her or jab her fist in the wrong man's face, so today he watched her go until his eyes blurred and he could no longer distinguish her from all the other people outside.


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my stomach would be in knots too if I watched someone cross the street without looking to see if cars were coming.

I even look both ways on the one way streets on campus. You can never be too safe!

You can never be too safe!

Totally agree!

Poor Booth. Caring for Brennan really will age him at rapid speed.

Caring for Brennan really will age him at rapid speed.

*g* That's what happens when you love someone.

Thanks for reading and commenting!

that was weird to read, i was hit by a car this summer!! >.<
anyway i like this drabbles, it sounds real!

I'm very sorry to hear you were hit by a car. I hope you've recovered fully.

anyway i like this drabbles, it sounds real!

Thank you, Kiska.

Oh, jeez...I've had the same thoughts when occasionally watching my daughter cross the street. I mentioned it once to my husband, and was surprised to learn that he felt that way about me! (Like mother, like daughter?)

This is so Booth - I love his protectiveness, I love the way Brennan fights it, then silently accepts it.

Ah, the things we pass on to our offspring. *g*

This is so Booth - I love his protectiveness, I love the way Brennan fights it, then silently accepts it.

*sigh* Yes, yes, and more yes.

*grin* That's so undeniably.. Booth.
And yep, I can picture Bren just walking into traffic without checking.

I love the picture of her just marching off into traffic. I do the same thing myself, and it drives my fiance nuts :)

Thanks, Dayna. :) It's dangerous; I can understand why it drives your fiance crazy.

That was beautiful: It was just so her needs no explanation: that's the way she is, and it's an adjective in itself.

Thanks for sharing!

*smiles* Thank you so much! That is how she is, and it worries Booth, no doubt about it.

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You have really made me like drabbles.

*grins* Then my work here is done. I used to hate reading and writing drabbles and ficlets; now I adore them. They're just another form of storytelling and writing.

(Which is funny since I make short films.)

Oh? That's great. Anything you are able/willing to share?

I like this one in particular, because you were able to economically produce characterization.

That is precisely what I think short fics do when they're done well--economically produce characterization or moments. Thank you for phrasing that so neatly.

You have easily become what I consider the best writer of Bones fic. You don't win anything, but you do gain my loyalty as a fan.

You are way too kind, but thank you. I love to write Bones fic, so I'm thrilled to have you along for the ride.

Of course, if the show ever does get back (fingers crossed it's not long) I will constantly be looking for little insights like this. I will be doomed to disappointment as your characters have taken on a life of their own. Maybe they'll get their own show called Booth. Poor attempt from me but is tired.

I will be doomed to disappointment as your characters have taken on a life of their own.

That's such a lovely thing to say; thank you.

I love the show to pieces, but I often feel like they could dig deeper than they do. Part of that is due to the show itself and the choices the writers. producers, directors, and actors make, and part of that is due to the fact that tv's a visual medium. I almost always prefer the written word to tv/movies, though I adore the latter. To me anyway, it feels like you just can't get into characters' heads in the same way in a visual medium.

Sorry for rambling, Sara!

:D :D :D Oh, he loves her. Grey hair. Oh Booth. <3

Oh, he loves her.

*grins* Yes, he does.

Thanks for reading and feeding, Sarah!

I love these little stories so much, especially when they could slip so easily into any episode and seem like they were always there. It's a nice little addition to the obsession in my mind.

Thank you for writing.

I love these little stories so much, especially when they could slip so easily into any episode and seem like they were always there.

I'm really glad you feel that way about them. Some of them are meant to be like that, while others a different tone, use different diction, etc., so they may or may not seem like they could actually just slide into an episode, though I do hope they feel like they could be an extension of the show. (I have no idea if that made any sense.)

Thank you for reading and commenting; I appreciate it very much.

It reminded me of a time I saw my mom crossing a street like that when I was 9 or 10 . I had never been so scared in my life ! I had forgotten that .
You really are a talented writer :)
Thank you Lerdo .

I can imagine why that was a scary experience for you!

You really are a talented writer :)
Thank you Lerdo .


No, thank you. :)

I'm sorry I've been late for commenting on your amazing fics but there's been exams then classes immediately after and waiting for the results and buying books and printing the "fascicules" for our different classes and... GOD.

I'm really glad to see the drabbles back. :)

No need to be sorry; life doesn't stop for fic. *g* And in y book, there's no such thing as a "late" comment.

I'm really glad to see the drabbles back. :)

Thanks; I'm glad you like them. :)

It's touching..
Really awesome.. you kill me with joy, with your stunning fics hun, seriously!

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