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Bones Ficlet: Risk Management
Blue  - lerdo

Title: Risk Management
Series: Snowflakes

Characters: Temperance Brennan
Rating: K+ or PG
Prompt: Heed
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely meant to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Brennan-centric musings.
A/N: Snowflakes is a series of Bones oneshots. I have a50scenes prompt table I claimed a gazillion years ago. Writing time is always at a premium these days, and on the random occasions when I have it (read: when my daughter naps), I'm finding it hard to find or create much inspiration. Too much pressure, maybe. Regardless, perhaps these will help.

If you read this, thank you. If you comment, thank you. It's always good to hear what you thought. :)

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Risk Management

Which came first, the chemical reaction or the emotion? The fowl (chicken, Bones) or the egg? Taxonomy matters; to a scientist, how could it not?

But it is not the sole matter of importance here.

Even scientists feel.

After all your questions, after all your exhortations for proof, there exists this knowledge: the small spot on his chin where skin fought steel and the latter won, is beautiful. As beautiful to you in its perfect imperfection (paradoxes cause you less discomfort now; even bone remodels in response to micro-damage) -- as essential to your understanding of how the world works, as the incontrovertible way in which bone fits against bone.

You love him.

But you are not Angela, with her unshakable belief that love conquers all. Temperance Brennan. Joy Keenan. Russ Brennan. Kyle Keenan. Matthew Brennan. Max Keenan. Christine Brennan. Ruth Keenan. Empty safe-deposit boxes. Unopened Christmas presents. Hot water; a broken dish; the trunk of a car.

Love did not conquer personal weakness. You do not wish to discover that it does not conquer personality differences, either.

So you will not press your lips to his tiny injury, murmuring soothing words. Instead, you will offer pretty toasts and exchange glances heavy with unfulfilled promise.

At least he will never look at you as though he would hate you if he could.

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I am still reeling from the last line..... Ahhhhh.

I just love these lines:
Taxonomy matters; to a scientist, how could it not?
But it is not the sole matter of importance here.
Even scientists feel.

They really set the mood for this.

Lovely, as always. ♥

That last line summed things up so nicely, I think this is probably right where Brennan is. She loves him, but isn't ready (or able) to go any farther just yet.

Beautifully bittersweet down to the last detail. Who know you could make something as mundane as a nick shaving so moving?

You string things together so skillfully with your words:

The fowl (chicken, Bones) or the egg?
Booth and Brennan in a nutshell!

paradoxes cause you less discomfort now
And right there is Brennan's development S1-S5.

Hi! Totally not where I was expecting this to go! Complete sucker punch! A+ hehehehehehhehe

Wow this little ficlet blew me away.

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