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Bones Double Drabble: The First Cut Is the Deepest (#90 in ATLBU)

Title: The First Cut Is the Deepest
Brennan, Jared Booth, Seeley Booth
For The Con Man in the Meth Lab.
Timeline: This takes place during a certain scene between Brennan and Jared.
Word Count: 200
Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely meant to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.
A/N: There's something a bit longer swirling around in my head, but until that does (or doesn't!) solidify, I wanted to scratch this out.

As always, huge thanks to all the generous folks who've commented before. :)

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The First Cut Is the Deepest

"People are telling me that somehow all the credit went to the state police because of you. Is that possible?" she asks Jared.

He sighs and looks away, and she knows.

(So basically I’m a loser. Do you think I’m a loser?)

Booth's eyes catch the light in her mind, glass splintering under the force of her accusations.

Brennan's stomach burns as she forces back the bile flooding her throat. A solid presence looms between her and her partner now; if she had put out her hands, she knows she would have felt its jagged surface beneath her fingertips. She placed it there; she doesn't know how to remove it. The compulsion to fix this, to reassemble what she broke, is strong, stronger even than when she is faced with the bone confetti that is sometimes all that remains of the people who cross her path.

"You took advantage of him. You know, you made me think he’s a loser. And what really makes me angry is that I believed you. I wouldn’t blame Booth if he never spoke to me again.... You’re the loser."

That is the biggest lie. She is the loser.

She shoves Jared off his barstool.

Tags: all that lies between us, bones, bones: fic, fic

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