The Reality in the Fiction

Don't own Bones if I did this would not be written

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"Ah, ah,ah aaahh No.. !," Lance heard Daisys devastated cries through the bathroom door. He quickly wrapped a towel around his waist, and still dripping wet, dashed into the living room.

" Daisy! What's wrong? Are you okay?", he dropped beside her on the sofa where she was curled up, he stroked her soft hair gently. " Baby, ..tell me why are you crying…"

After much sniffing and many deep tremulous breathes, Daisy sat up to face her love. Her face was red and wisps of hair stuck to her tear moistened cheeks. She looked up into his frightened and concerned features... those deep chocolate brown eyes searching her own for answers. Oh look how wonderful he is... he will think this so silly...

"Daisy, what's happened. Why are you crying? ", Lance caressed her face with his warm hands and brushed the hair away from her glassy red rimmed eyes, gently with his thumbs. Bringing his own face close to hers he calmly reassured her.

" Its alright...you can tell me... whatever is wrong I'm here for you." The immediate effect was yet another tearful breakdown. He's so caring..just like he was ...

Daisy moved beyond his grasp burying her face against his still damp chest, sobbing and sniveling.

Still totally confused Lance simply held the woman he loved as she worked through her obvious anguish. ..what is wrong? Why won't she tell me...I just want to help...

After a few minutes of embracing, stroking of hair, and soft reassurances, Daisy sat up to face Lance again. This time he noticed the television remote clenched tightly in her hand, and glanced at the large screen. It was paused on the image of some good looking guy, beaten and bloody, a large silver blade of some sort being thrust into his chest by some scruffy bad guy. It all became clear now. He turned back to Daisy. She was still a picture of misery. Her face was flushed pink and wet from tears. Her bloodshot eyes were glassy and her mascara had run. Her pouting lips turned into a frown as worry lines wrinkled her forehead. Tears fell with each flutter of those soft full lashes. ...she's so adorable..even when she's a mess...

"Oh Lance they... they killed him!.. Why? I mean it's.. so wrong!", Her normal high pitch shot up another octave as she struggled to talk the emotions choking her. "He...was so..so wonderful! There was so much left to do..and his poor brother he ..Oh god!. Oohh aah.." she fell again into his arms balling.

"There, there Daisy...uh..its going to be alright.", Lance kissed the top her head, gently rocking her in his arms. He was torn between amusement and concern. ...all this over a television character?... but, the emotions are real..okay.

"No! Lance it's not ...just going to be alright...", Daisy sat back pushing him away, as she snatched up a tissue."...he s dead. Gone! An this, this isn't like Supernatural there you have a fifty fifty shot they might come back. No this is real ...he's gone for good! ...Stupid writers! Don't they understand... he was the best part of the whole show. At least .. for me he was.", the last few words were barely a whisper. She buried her face into her hands and let loose more wails of pain.

Lance sat beside her. He knew when she pushed him away that she felt as though he had trivialized her grief somehow. He thought about his next approach. Grief had stages denial, anger, bargaining, depression and finally acceptance. And right right now his beloved was in the denial and anger stage.

Daisy lifted her head, wiping her eyes and cheeks. She stared hard at the screen. Shaking her head. Suddenly she turned to face him, " You just don't get it Lance... I've watched him grow into a man.. loving a sweet. Like you! And...there was no reason, logical reason, for them to end his character this way. Its so...so.. final. |sobbing| The actor..just needed a break.. to do another project... A break! But noo! No they go and pull this... this! And it was all going so well...There was going to be a baby..an..and the family he always wanted. Oohh...whhyyy?! It's so unfair!", Daisy was gesturing at the screen as she ranted. Her voice rose and fell with emotions she could barely contain.

"Well I'm sure there will still be a baby...right? That's good right? A small part of .." Lance began

"GOOD? ! How is it "good" knowing ..he will never get to hold his son? All those special moments are going to be bitter reminders of what should have been...don't you see that Lance. Grrrr! Those cruel sadistic, writers! They just don't care about the fans..not at all." Mixing with the sadness was a fresh flicker of anger in those soft brown eyes.

Lance started to reach out to give her another hug , but before he could Daisy jumped up. Turning the tv off, before stomping into the bedroom and slamming the door. Lance watched helpless to stop her. Wails of despair filled the silence once more.

Wow..She is so upset. Over fictional character...interesting... Lance remembered he was now sitting on his couch in nothing but a damp towel and was getting chilled. He strolled over to the bedroom door. The wailing had stopped, replaced by quiet sobbing. He turned the knob and as a courtesy knocked gently on the door.

"Leave me alone!" You're just like the writers..you just don't get it! So just leave me alone Lance! "

"oh um.. I just came to get some pants. Daisy... I know how upset you are..now. But, in time.."

"Lance...just get your pants and leave me alone! Okay?", Daisy mumbled from her hidden position under the down comforter.

"I understand you want to be alone.", ...isolation.. Lance slid on some navy sweatpants, and left, pausing at the doorway, he looked at the shaking shoulders of his sobbing girlfriend. " I love you." Just before the door shut he heard " ..Love you too!".

That night was a restless one. Lance had cuddled her in his arms, which she accepted willingly. Daisy sobbed all night. She wasn't interested in any platitudes about time, or closure. She was mad and hurt. No one understood.

About five mins before the alarm, a still tired Lance left Daisys side, she was finally dozing off, probably from sheer exhaustion. He quietly dressed for work. Then slipped out of the bedroom.

After making some coffee, which thankfully energized him so what, he thought about ways he could help Daisy. At first blush it was silly. Mourning the death of a person that isn't even real. But, he could see the emotions were the same. So he needed to help her through this difficult time. He just hoped she let him. He checked his wrist for the time. Six twenty am according to the gold wristwatch his father had given him. ...Dad.. I miss him so much. Hmm mourning you and Mom was the hardest thing I've ever been through...and that's saying a lot... there wasn't anyone to turn to. But I'm here for my girl. Lance grabbed his phone making a call to the office. He finished his cup of coffee. Then slipped back into the bedroom. Quietly he stripped back down then climbed back in bed wrapping his arm around Daisys sleeping form. It wasn't long until he too was lost in blissful slumber with the woman he adored.

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Thank you for reading. Not sure how long this will be, I guess as long as it takes.. please review.