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Bones Fic: Parallel (#92 in ATLBU)
B/B Soldier - lerdo
only_more_love

Title: Parallel
Characters:
Booth, Brennan
Rating:
T
Spoilers:
Through The Soldier on the Grave.
Timeline:  Takes place after Thanksgiving
Summary:  Recent events in Mumbai hit Booth.
Word Count: 602
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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Parallel

His hands shake, the newspaper clutched between his damp fingers fluttering too. Suddenly it's too hot, and the air in his parents' house bears down on him. The chair he's sitting on scrapes along the kitchen floor as he shoves it back and stands, ignoring the worried look his mother shoots him as he does so.

"Seeley! At least put your jacket on," she says, her words following him as he steps out onto the porch, making sure to close the front door quietly instead of letting it slam shut like Jared would.

The late November chill sneaks through his long-sleeved tee and dances along his body. He doesn't mind. Cold in his lungs with every breath; cold against his skin. It feels...not good exactly, but like a tiny bit of relief.

He'll take what he can get.

Even without the newspaper, he easily pictures the tiny round face and gold curls. Moshe Holtzberg just turned two this week. Already, this small orphan knows more about loss than anyone should ever know. The story of his nanny hearing his cries and finding him lying next to his murdered parents in a Jewish center in Mumbai, steeped in their blood, conjures other images -- of another boy, several years older, celebrating his birthday wearing his father's blood.

Then up rises Parker's face, until the three images blur and merge into one another.

Until all he can see is little boys covered in blood.

He grits his teeth and grinds the heels of his hands into his eyes. Fuck. It's been years, but he desperately wants a cigarette.

Instead, he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his cell.

She answers on the second ring. "Brennan." One word, that's all, but it's matter-of-fact and brusque and so filled with everything that makes her her, that he finds himself closing his eyes.

"Is that any way to greet your partner?" he says, trying to chide her. His voice sounds funny. He hears it and hopes she doesn't.

"Booth. Where are you?" she says, some of the impatience bleeding out of her tone.

"Still in Philly."

"Oh." She breathes in and out in a silence that hovers between them for a few seconds too long. "Booth, is everything OK?" she finally asks.

They aren't sitting side by side, and her hand isn't resting on his arm, but he'll take what he can get. "Yeah." He shrugs, as if she can see him. "Yeah, of course," he says, his voice stronger this time. He clears his throat. "I just, you know, wanted to see how your Thanksgiving was."

"While I don't believe the genocide of the Native Americans is a reason to celebrate, my father was very insistent. Russ, Amy, and the girls came, too. We ate too much and laughed a lot." She pauses. "I admit I enjoyed myself."

"Good. That's what you're supposed to do."

"What happened in India, though -- it's rather unfortunate."

"Yeah, it is. Listen, I've gotta go now, but I'm back in town tomorrow, and I thought maybe we could grab breakfast on Sunday."

"Well, I had planned to go into the lab..."

"You can do that after we eat, Bones. So what do you say?"

"All right."

"Great. See you Sunday."

"Goodbye, Booth."

"Bye, Bones."

After they hang up, he stares down at his phone. Military snipers and terrorists aren't the same, he knows. Or at least that's what he tries to tell himself. But what Moshe Holtzberg and General Raddick's son had felt, could it have been so different? Could it have been anything but identical -- terror?


A/N: I debated writing an explanatory author's note but decided to just let this speak for itself. However, if anything seems unclear, or you have questions, please let me know.



Oh wow. That was fantastic. The last paragraph hit me in the gut.

Thank you. Glad this resonated with you.

Wow, weaving that into current RL events made it all the more powerful. Great snapshot.

Thanks, Space. I'm happy this worked for you!

OH, yes! Of course this would hit Booth especially hard.

Zachary does charity work for an organization sponsored by this branch of Hasidim. There's to be a memorial service tomorrow. What a horrible, gutless act of brutality.

Thank you for this.

And hugs to you.

*hugs right back at you, D*

Thank you for reading and commenting. ♥

wow.

wonderful.

making sure to close the front door quietly instead of letting it slam shut like Jared would. Love that juxtaposition.

This: Then up rises Parker's face, until the three images blur and merge into one another.

Until all he can see is little boys covered in blood
gave me chills.

And then, you tie it altogether with that last paragraph... Really, I feel like I overuse the word with you, but it's perfect.

Thanks so much for taking the time to point out specific bits that "spoke" to you; I really appreciate it! And as always, you are far too kind. *hugs*

Wow. Just...wow.

The last three lines are telling -- and encourage those "thinky thoughts" that bring questions, fear, and the deep sense of ice.

Great job.

By the way - hope your "turkey day" was terrific.

Thanks very much, M. I'm so pleased this raised some "thinky thoughts." *g*

I know this is late, but my Thanksgiving was wonderful, and I hope yours was too. *hugs*

That must have been hard to write but so worth it. It fits them so well.

Thank you, S. I'm very happy that this seems to fit them.

Military snipers and terrorists aren't the same, he knows. Or at least that's what he tries to tell himself.
Which he probably has to tell himself everyday seeing coverage.

This was fantastic.

Thanks a lot. I'm glad you liked this.

Which he probably has to tell himself everyday seeing coverage.

I've no doubt it crosses his mind...

...another boy, several years older, celebrating his birthday wearing his father's blood

Wonderful stuff...so affecting and difficult to read. Brava!


Hey, you! Thank you, sweets, for your generous praise. ♥

Wow. Beautifully written and incredibly touching. Connecting events from today with Booth's character had a very powerful effect.

Edited at 2008-12-05 05:34 pm (UTC)

Thank you so much; it means a lot to me that this moved you. Thanks for taking the time to let me know that.

It was strange to read this here. It really was. You see,I live very near Mumbai, and visit very often (my brother studies there), and to see the Taj Hotel, a place I've been to, strolled near, reduced to a fireball was pretty... I don't know. Horrible. Disgusting.

Sad.

And I don't know why, but reading your fic cheered me up in a strange way, because suddenly I realised that there were other people out there (besides indians) that were angered or saddened by this... event.
Thank you for writing, whatever your motivations. Even if it wasn't the most cheery story, it made me feel better somehow.

I'm very sorry that you were hit by the Mumbai attacks in such a personal way... I have some sense of what that's like; I lived in NY during 9/11, and it was a tough and traumatic experience to live through.

Don't doubt that non-Indians were upset by this event; it was heinous. But actually, I am Indian. I was born and raised in the U.S., but my parents came over from here from Calcutta, and I've visited India. :)

Thanks for taking the time to tell me exactly how you reacted to this piece; that means a lot to me.

Wow. Lovely wording, and so powerful. Especially with the connection of events of today's world to the Bones world - I really think Booth would be affected like this. Bravo at a wonderful insight into Booth's character!

Such a powerful and perfect ending:

Military snipers and terrorists aren't the same, he knows. Or at least that's what he tries to tell himself. But what Moshe Holtzberg and General Raddick's son had felt, could it have been so different? Could it have been anything but identical -- terror?

Hi, honey. Thank you so much for letting me know what you thought of this. I really am happy that you thought the connection between the "real" and the "fictional" worked here. ♥

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Awww... *blushes* Thank you! I'm really happy this clicked for you.

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