Characters: Booth, Brennan, Sweets
Rating: K or PG
Spoilers: Mayhem on the Cross
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely meant to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.
Story Notes: This is set during the final scene in Mayhem on the Cross.
Author request: If there are particular songs that remind you of Booth and Brennan, would you please let me know the artists and song titles? I did a B/B fanmix in '07, and you can find it here. I'm not looking to make another fanmix; I'm just curious! Thank you. :)
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A broken dish. Hot water. The trunk of a car. Bones, trapped. Metaphorical scars. Two days. Not fair.
Booth stopped expecting life to be fair so long ago he can’t even pinpoint the moment it happened.
It’s not fair that the girl locked in the trunk of a car for a teenager’s clumsiness became a woman who nearly died inside a car. Thinking about it, he wants to hit someone; he’s sure Gordon Gordon would have something to say about that.
There’s no one left to hit.
He doesn’t want to do show and tell. He doesn’t want to compare war wounds with Sweets. The kid’s all right, but dinner is all Booth wants to commit to.
It’s not fair that his partner can tilt her head, and then he just wants to give her whatever she wants. A single look and the words are spilling from his mouth. Words about the things he never mentions – but that are never far from his mind.
None of it’s fair, damn it. But as she tucks his handkerchief back into his pocket, her hand lingers above his heart. He calls himself seven kinds of a fool…
It’s not fair, it just is.
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