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Bones Fic: If the Silence Takes You
B/B Hand/Heart/Handkerchief

Title: If the Silence Takes You
Series: Snowflakes

Characters: Temperance Brennan
Rating: K+ or PG
Through The Double Death of the Dearly Departed
Prompt: Silence
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: To lurkers and commenters alike, thank you.

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If the Silence Takes You

A leaf, brown-grey and dull, clenched in a pose of permanent agony, skitters across the marble. The kneeling woman brushes it off, eyes drier than the leaf. The stone's chill travels up through her arm and she shivers, shoulders hunched against November's cold breath.

She asks herself, again, why she comes. Rising to her feet, she slides her hands into her coat pockets. One hand curls around a blue plastic figurine. As her fingers tighten, the edges bite into her palm, returning her to herself.

She comes because he asked her to, a long, long time ago.

When I inevitably drop dead before you, I'd like you to come out and, you know, spend some time and talk to me every once in a while.

A promise made should be kept, even if the person it was made to no longer exists. It is the only thing she can do for him now. But the words don't come easily. They never do, no matter how often she visits. Because trying to conjure his face in her mind isn't nearly the same as seeing it next to her in the driver's seat or across the table at the diner.

It's as if he took the words with him. Then again, he often complained about her use of "big words," she thinks, lips curved in something that might have passed for a smile if it weren't so bitter. "I...miss you," she finally says, speaking so quietly she can barely hear herself.

Pewter strands of hair push against her cheeks, catch in her mouth, as if moved there by invisible hands; if she were of a more romantic bent, she might think he was reaching out to her, sending her a message. But rationality does not allow for such flights of fantasy, and whatever romance had bloomed inside her, tended by his reverent hands, crumbled into the dirt with him.

If God exists, she should be able to hear his voice.

Bones, she wants to hear.

With her eyes closed, the only thing she can make out is the merciless wind. As with all the times before, disappointment swells and breaks inside her.

She turns to go, heels sinking into the wet earth. There is nothing of him here except for his bones. That could never be enough; not even for her.

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Every word of this is so carefully placed and perfectly in tune with the Brennan we see on screen - still struggling for every ounce of human understanding. Lovely, lovely, lovely.

Lerdo, I know I usually comment over on FF, and I still will because I know that reviews there are important too...

But I just have to say that this little series of ficlets is my absolute favorite EVER! You have really come into your own with these and I am in awe of what you have managed to capture in so few words. I've said it before, but I can't really say it often enough. Well done!

And GAH! The LAST one?? So beautiful, poignant...perfect. I'll say more in my FF review. Please keep them coming! I look forward to each one!!

I was checking your journal for updates and thinking, "Wouldn't it be excellent if Lerdo posted a fic on my birthday?!" Lo and behold! The last two sentences in this drabble were perfection.

Thank you, as always, for giving me more of the characters to chew on than the canon ever will.


Beautifully evocative and touching.

gorgeously and lyrically captures what may happen.

There is nothing of him here except for his bones. That could never be enough; not even for her.

It's these two lines that highlight exactly how much of an impact he's had on her. Beautiful.

and whatever romance had bloomed inside her, tended by his reverent hands, crumbled into the dirt with him.

Beautiful. I usually don't care much for this particular what if scenario, but I like what you've done with it. I think Booth and Brennan are on the edge of something here and one (or both) of them is going to have to be brave if anything is going to change. (Or we'll have three more seasons of... whatever is going on now. lol) I love that you've showcased her acknowledgment of how Booth has changed her because I think it's easy to see what Booth has learned from Brennan without seeing the significance of what Brennan has learned from Booth.

On a slightly related note, I've noticed a definite sophistication in your technique recently compared to your older stories. Your sentences seem to be more finely crafted and the words more carefully chosen--all to glorious effect. One of the things I love about writing is that you never stop learning and I'm enjoying seeing how you're evolving as a writer.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

Have I told you lately that I'm so glad you are writing again?

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