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Bones Ficlet: Hope is the thing with feathers

Title:  Hope is the thing with feathers (1/1)
Characters: Booth, Brennan
Rating:  PG-13
Spoilers:
For 6x1.
Summary:  "Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the tune-without the words, and never
stops at all..." (Takes places during 6x01. Booth POV.)
Notes: 164 words of...something. Title is a reference to an Emily Dickinson poem.
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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Seven months and her eyes are as blue as ever...  Her hair’s shorter, and she’s got bangs now, but the smile, the smile is all Bones -- open in a way he knows she’s not aware of. Happy to see him. Which makes it so much worse.

Booth sees all these things; then he tries to un-see them. Hope dies slowly, too slowly, and he tells himself to let it go. Let her go, man.

He thought he already had.

The hug is short, but only because he keeps it that way, pulling back when she doesn’t. In the history of their hugs, this is the closest thing to a guy hug they’ve shared in a long time. But still not close enough, and through the slow burn of anger coiling in his stomach, he forces a gentle smile; forces himself to look at what will never belong to him.

It’s OK, though. He has Hannah now and damn it, he’s happy. He’s happy.
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