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Prismatic (Batch #9)

Title:  Prismatic
Summary:  Fifty sentences about Booth and Brennan--together and as individuals.
Spoilers: None
Rating:   PG or K
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This piece of writing is purely mean to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.
Notes:  I promise ths is my last spam post for today. *g*

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46. Balcony

They’re sitting on the balcony of their hotel room on Paradise Island, enjoying the breeze coming off the ocean, when Brennan asks, “Do you want to have more children?” and with a pang of apprehension, she wonders if Booth’s answer and her reaction to it will be what brings their fledgling relationship to the natural death she’s always expected it to have.

47. Breaking

She no longer knows why they’re fighting, but she’s just so angry that she doesn’t dam the words: “We have nothing in common; I’m brains, and you’re heart, and I always knew we would never work,” she says, and when Booth slams out of her apartment and doesn’t return that night, Brennan begins to understand what people mean when they talk about heartbreak.

48. Bonds

While Booth is in the kitchen getting coffee for both of them, Brennan examines a photograph that sits on his desk; Parker, Booth, and two men who can only be his father and brother smile back at her, and though she still doesn’t want children, an odd ache fills her chest as she takes in the family resemblance that is etched into the faces of three generations of Booth men.

49. Weddings

They never marry – but that doesn’t stop them from bickering, laughing, and loving until the day Booth whispers, “Bones,” and closes his eyes for the last time.

50. Quiet

She misses him most at night, when the world is quiet and her hands are empty of work, and she wishes she could believe what he believed until the very end – they will meet again one day.

A/N: And with that, we've come to the end of Prismatic, at least for now. I may pick these up again at some point, but for now there are many other stories calling to be written. :) I thank every single person who read, reviewed, and/or alerted this; I appreciate your interest and support. And if you're interested in seeing any of these expanded, feel free to let me know that. As always, I can't promise anything, but I'm always interested in hearing what you think.

Be well!

Tags: 1sentence, bones, bones: fic, fic, prismatic

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