Series: All That Lies Between Us
Characters: Booth, Brennan
Word Count: 512
Rating: PG-13 for a curse word.
Spoilers: For the Pilot episode.
Summary: Episode filler for the Pilot ep.
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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Story Notes: This ficlet is set at the end of the Pilot episode. Toward the end of Cleo Eller's funeral, Booth and Brennan walk away. This ficlet steps in just after they've bantered about her being on The New York Times' bestsellers list.At the very end of the episode, after they take off down the road, Brennan shoves Booth. I always wondered what he said that made her do that. :)
A/N: Thanks to everyone who's been commenting. I wish I could hug you all. :) Feedback, critical or not, is always welcome. As long as you don't flame me or curse at me, it's all good.
Booth trails off when Brennan stops walking. As he turns to see what's captured her attention, the priest's voice drifts to him. "Where there is sadness, joy. Oh, divine master, grant that I may seek not so much to be consoled, as to console; to be understood, as to understand; to be loved, as to love. For it is in giving..."
"...that we receive," Booth finishes silently.
The September breeze tugs at his suit and hair, and Booth watches the Ellers put their arms around each other after they've placed matching red roses on their daughter's casket.
His thoughts return to the woman standing next to him.
Thanks to her, that asshole Furst got to head up the special unit to investigate Cleo Eller's murder.
Thanks to her, he got reamed by Cullen.
Thanks to her, Ted and Sharon Eller can bury their daughter.
With that burial, there may not be peace, but finally, there's closure.
Which is more than a lot of people get; more than she got.
He turns to face Brennan, and though he can't read bones the way she does, he can read people. He watches how her eyes linger on the Ellers, how her slender brows draw together. He makes his decision.
"You know, if it weren't for you...those people would never have known what happened to their daughter. That's got to be worse than the truth."
He doesn't regret his decision. Because when she turns those clear blue eyes on him, he can tell she's heard him.
"I know exactly how the Ellers felt about Cleo," she says, surprising him. "My parents disappeared when I was 15, and nobody knows what happened to them."
The news isn't anything he doesn't already know, but hearing it from her, instead of reading it in her file or hearing it from her friend, is different. He realizes she's offered up a piece of herself.
So he offers up a piece of himself, tells her a secret. And it is a secret—even if she doesn't know that. "Being a sniper, I...took a lot of lives. What I'd like to do before I'm done is try and catch at least that many murderers."
"Please, you don't think there's some kind of...cosmic balance sheet." Her laughter cuts him.
He nearly regrets telling her, but then the laughter fades, and her lips compress. Grass crunches beneath her booted feet as she shifts her weight. "I'd like to help you with that," she says, surprising him again.
"Eh..." he replies.
Laughter spills from her mouth again, only this time, he wants to laugh with her.
They walk, side by side, down the road. Booth pulls his shades from his pocket and slips them on. "You know," he says, shooting her a look and admiring how blue her eyes seem as he watches them through the polarized lenses of his shades, "you're never gonna have a gun again." When she shoves him, he stumbles and flicks her a grin. Maybe having a squint out in the field won't be so bad.