That's A Lot Of Heart Bones
Disclaimer: I wish I owned a pony, an Airbus A380, a Chrysler PT Cruiser, an actual living rubber ducky, Temperance Brennan, a castle in the Caribbean (where the heck did that come from?), my own circus, Seeley Booth, my own set of Guitar Hero III, a DVD-recorder, Santa Claus, an American-Football team, a chem-lab and my own school...but my mom says I have to grow up...I don't know what that means¿?
A/N: Episode 3x13 just totally shocked me. It was so full of emotions and nail-biting moments and I think it is only respectful to write a fic about it. It is actually meant to be a one shot(this chapter being the first part) cause it's not quite finished. I'd like to know what you guys think about the first part 'cause you'll probably be dying to know what happens next... Thanks for reading!
Yes, she had time…
The look on her face seemed mischievous as she hugged her father. He had lost, but without any expense this time. Nobody was disappointed. He was only proud that she had given up her integrity for her father's freedom. She could have chosen not to, or to blame somebody else. But she did what she thought was necessary to save her family. Just like her father. There was yet another side that he had discovered of the enigma who was Temperance Brennan.
For a moment in that courtroom, with all those facts and possibilities in front of him there was just one millisecond that he let himself believe that she, the seemingly untouched porcelain doll that she was, might have been able to commit the crime in front of him. The guilt of that millisecond appeared to be more than he could handle. Just the possibility made him scold himself into the ground. And she smiled. Looking straight into his eyes, letting him witness her first reaction of one of the deepest rooted sorrows in her life. It seemed unreal. But somehow satisfying knowing that he'd witnessed another glimpse behind on of her walls. That glimpse satisfied him enough to hang on and to be able to see the woods behind all those trees. They had made progress.
When she closed her eyes he decided it was time to go. As he walked down the stairs he started to feel guilty again. He had practically accused her of murder. He had been trapped into saying that she had the same time and means necessary as her father. In front of the eyes of the jury and in front of their friends. But most importantly, in front of her. He had risked her getting charged with murder herself. If the prosecutor hadn't been Caroline she might have been. The way she looked at him while he stated the things he did was haunting. She was encouraging him to follow through but he could see that the every word hit her like a ton of bricks. She knew what it meant for her. Brain and heart, she had put her heart into overdrive. She let go of the rational and she chose for her father unconditionally. He wished he could have done what Angela did and take a stand, but their sacred system of justice was in his way. She wouldn't let him. "Yes, she had time." That sentence kept repeating in his mind as he walks across the parking lot.
Brennan was happy. Thrilled, Exhilarated. She had her father back, the first man she trusted and loved without any doubts. But not the only man. Somehow it had a wrong side to it. The entire situation was chaos. She was up against everybody she trusted and she set a criminal free. But worst of it all, she had put Booth on the stand and forced him to conclude something that could cost her his trust.
When she opened her eyes and her daze began to fade she saw Booth walking towards the parking lot. As she whispered to her father how happy she was he gave her a small push in the direction of the stairs. "Thank you. Now hang on to him." He whispered back to her.
She looked her dad in his eyes and smiled faintly. "This was going to be hard." She thought as she carefully jogged down the stairs.
I have written further than this but it's not finished so I'm wondering if I should put the next part up...Tell me what you think...