I recommend reading this to Rain, by Patty Griffin. Yes, I realize it was already on the show (Skull in the Desert) but I think it fits okay with this. If you have a song you think that fits better, tell me! I would love to hear, I don't want to be a broken record when it comes to music. Have fun, guys!
You look out of your window with a forlorn expression on your face, staring at the raindrops that litter the glass. You watch two drops race down, and silently cheer on the second droplet. Just as they almost reach the bottom they absorb each other and continue their happy path down the window pane.
You look away, disgusted with yourself. That was childish, you think. You again take a cursory glance towards the window and examine the sky. You hate the rain. Rationally, you understand that all organisms need it to survive, but why must it be so ugly? Miserable? Grey? There is a very melancholy feeling about it, you notice. It makes you feel sad. But of course, that could have been the news you received today.
"Dr. Brennan? Please take a seat," Sweets says, gesturing towards the chair opposite him. You cautiously sit down and look at him.
"Well? What is it, Dr. Sweets? There are human remains at the lab that require my immediate attention," you tell him impatiently.
He shifts uncomfortably in his chair with a solemn look on his face. "Dr. Brennan…. Agent Booth…he passed away this morning. I'm so sorry. The wound Fat Pam inflicted on him was fatal."
"Fat Pam?"
He nods, keeping his eyes down.
Before you realize what's going on, you stand up hastily and start to back out of the room. "Cam needs my help on the remains. Excuse me."
You shake the memory out of your head. Just compartmentalize, Brennan, don't think about…this, you tell yourself.
Not likely. You can't forget the man Booth was. The good, kind man. He always brought out the best in you. He was patient when you didn't understand "pop culture" references, always helped you. Booth never failed to put a smile on your face. You were in love with him. You wish you could have told him that. I love you, Booth, you silently call out to him. You hope he hears it, where ever he is.
Suddenly, you feel unfamiliar moisture spilling over your cheeks. You curse under your breath. You hate crying. You hate the rain. You hate that Booth is gone. Unwilling to spend another moment in this office full of ghosts, you grab your coat and run outside into the cold rain. But the cold is soothing, and you lift your face to the clouds.
Usually, you hate the rain. Now, you welcome it. It hides the tears quite nicely.
Okay, this was originally going to be where Booth really died and not, as I had originally written, "a farce like Fat Pam's gunshot" But I don't really like fics like that, and I couldn't put Brennan through that hell. So, it is just how she reacts when Sweets tells her he is "dead".
I hope you enjoyed reading this!
xoxo Something Witty Goes Here