Hi all, Thanks for clicking,Ok this story plot isnt very original but I had an impulse and well you know how it is, um pre-warnings really, the spelling and grammer is probably terrible and any forensic facts will probably all be from google during this fic, it I get anything wrong be free to call me up on it. Also Updates might take a while to get up, I'm in the middle of exams.

Disclaimer: I dont own Bones, If I did John Francis Daily would be in more scenes.

By the way readers if I dissapear halfway through this and cannot complete it, its because my partner from TeamBartowski has killed me for not helping with Chuck fanfics to go on a Bones kick. Only joking, she wouldnt kill me... just maim me a littte

Lance Sweets had always been different.

Different to other kids, different to other teenagers, and now –despite what Agent Booth thought- different to other adults.

Critically speaking he knows why he's different. His abusive childhood, adolescent depression, high intelligence and his unnerving ability to tell almost anything about anyone just by a mere glance practically made him the perfect poster child for Different.

However, it's hard to be critical when you're alone, hurt and frankly frustrated because of those differences.

When he had been accepted by the FBI as a psychologist- one of the youngest ever- he had been excited, hoping the work would dull the pain left behind after the death of his parents. Then he was assigned to Them. Agent Seeley Booth and Dr Temperance Brennan. He had expected a small amount of distrust and hazing from the pair, after looking at the file he recognised that they would see any risk to their partnership a threat, but he had thought that at least they would acknowledge his credentials and treat him with respect. Apparently, that was not the case. After many remarks about his age and a dismissal of his entire profession, he was almost as eager for them to leave as they were. Nevertheless, he tried to remain professional and do what he had been trained to do.

Then, unexpectedly, they had started to grow on him, maybe because he was searching for someone to replace his parents but slowly they became more than patients. He started to profile for them, they started to respect him even helping him after April broke up with him and somewhere he was sucked into the weird world of the Jeffersonian.

For the first time in his life, he had almost had friends. At school, he had been the freaky little kid that knew too much and that sort of continued in his adult life, even his romantic interests were wary of him and most ended when they saw his scars. But in the Jeffersonian he was almost normal. Still he was not truly one of them and at times, he was only really tolerated at best, but still he had some hope that he was being slowly accepted.

That went out the window when Zack was discovered to be Gormogons assistant. Angry and upset, they closed ranks and he was the outsider once more. In truth, Lance was hurt too. Out of everyone at the lab, he felt the strongest connection to Zack, despite never really spending that much time with him. They had a lot in common, Zack was young, brilliant and out of touch with the rest of society. But with one act of betrayal, Lance was cast out of the group he had worked so hard to enter. Brennan and Booth only spoke with him when they had to and even then, all the barbs and dismissals were back. They didn't even show remorse for wrongly imprisoning him. Part of him knew that they wished they hadn't wrongly imprisoned , they wished they had rightly imprisoned him, they wished that he had done it, not Zack.

And that really hurt like hell.

In one of their now considerably frostier sessions he had tried to draw on their feelings over what Zack had done, to try and get it out in the open, he had tried to tell them that he was hurt too by Zacks actions, that he knew how hurt they were. Dr Brennan just looked at him icily but Agent Booth snapped at him. Told him that he was just a little kid, that the worst thing that had happened to him was losing at Call of Duty and that he should stay the hell out of that subject.

It had been a week since then and Lance hadn't seen them, he had been sent to the Jeffersonian to assist in some case and he wasn't looking forward to working with the people who had made it very clear that they hated him. He didn't really know why he was needed there, they didn't have any suspects, hell they didn't even have the identity yet. However, he went anyway because it was his job and at that point, it was all he had left.

When he walked into the lab he instantly felt like he walk straight out again. They had been expecting him but that didn't stop Hodgins glaring at him or Dr Brennans ignoring him while Dr Saroyan curtly explained the facts of the case. She didn't want him there either.

Apparently the victim was stabbed them pushed down storm drain. No points for creativity for this killer was just about to leave when Angela arrived with the facial reconstruction. He was always slightly amazed at how she could do amazement dies in his stomach when he sees the face on the screen.

A bitter blazing leaks through his veins, burning and freezing at the same time.

The others were checking for a match on the identity of the man, but Lance already knew him and really wished he did not.

The mans name was Ian Thomas. He was a convicted felon, prosecuted 17 years previously for a case of abusing his foster son.

As he stared from the screen to the corpse on the table in growing horror his scars began to burn, as though they knew they were near to their maker2.

Dun, Dun, dun, oh poor Sweets.

Ok, Good, bad? please review and let me know what you think. With every review my sanity returns slightly.

1. And apparantly neither does this writer

2. Ok worst chapter ending line ever, but its late and I'm tired