Author's Note: After the events of that season finale, I found myself in a place that I didn't want to picture myself in: in a writer's funk and totally uninspired. While talking it over with other writers on the site and when seeing that it was taking me a whole day just to come up with one chapter for any of my work, I knew that I needed to do something to get out my feelings about the finale. This story is that release...
Now, let me say upfront that I'm aware that Swaisy was not everyone's cup of tea, but I just found the way they handled their breakup abrupt, confusing and rather depressing. Plus as cute as Mr. Adventure...I mean Sweets was in this episode, ;D I found myself worrying about where his character was going to go from here. Again, this story is my hope for how things will move along. It will have more than one chapter, but it will be rather short...for me...;)
This chapter takes place during The Beginning in the End.
I do not own Bones or any of its characters.
Thank you to everyone who read/follows/reviews this. :D
Part One—Heartbroken
It was late at night in the Hoover building of the FBI, and most everyone had gone home. However, within the silence of the hallways, there was one office that was lit up: the office of Doctor Lance Sweets.
Sweets was lying on the couch in his office, staring at the ceiling. He wasn't wrestling a complicated profiling assignment or working out a therapeutic approach to help one of his patients. He wasn't even trying to unravel the Gordian knot that was the relationship between Special Agent Seeley Booth and Doctor Temperance Brennan.
Instead he was lying here trying to wrap his mind around the bombshell the love of his life, Daisy, had just thrown at him.
He tried to be happy for her, he really did. It was a great opportunity for her; it was the kind of thing that she had been working toward for years now. It was an once-in-a-lifetime event, and she would be crazy to not want to go.
But the implications of it all were devastating to Sweets.
They were engaged, and while he did not see himself as any sort of a sappy romantic, he had wanted a wedding ceremony with all his friends there. With Booth as his best man. Even though his parents wouldn't be there, he wanted the type of wedding that he imagined that they had. One that celebrated the love he felt for her.
But Daisy just wanted to elope and be done with it.
Sweets had worked hard to become a psychologist. He had endured being the youngest student in high school growing up. His parents had sacrificed a great deal to make sure that he could attend college and then graduate school. But more than all that, ever since he had come to the decision to make helping people his life's work, Sweets had ached to find a way to do it. Now, at the young age of twenty-five, he was working at the FBI with his own practice: helping agents to cope with their jobs and assisting them in catching those who would harm others.
But Daisy wanted him to throw it all away and become a pearl diver.
Sweets wasn't sure what disturbed him more: the fact that Daisy was leaving and there was nothing he could do about it. Or the fact that she was so eager and almost cavalier about the idea of him putting aside everything that meant anything to him just to follow her halfway across the world.
He glanced over at the coffee table next to him. Daisy had left a stack of maps and literature for him to look at about her destination in Indonesia. He sat up and stared at them.
'I'm sure there was nothing mean-spirited in her attitude,' he thought. 'Daisy is so hyper-emotional…sometimes she just says things or does things without taking the time to fully consider their effect on the people around her….She tries, but she's still working on it….Besides this is an opportunity to walk in the footsteps of her hero, Doctor Brennan…this project…this is exactly the type of thing Brennan would do in a heartbeat if she didn't feel obligated to Booth…It probably means the world to Daisy…'
Even with these thoughts running through his head, Sweets' eyes grew dark and he brushed off everything that was sitting on that coffee table with an angry swipe of his arm. He then laid back down on the couch and tried to calm himself.
'So…I'm not Mr. Adventure huh? Is that what Daisy is looking for? Adventure? Well, we'll just see about that…'