Hey guys. This story was inspired by my own brother. While I'm sure Booth really wasn't like how I wrote him in this story, I felt the need to write this.
Arrogance. That was the main part. A kid who thought he was tougher than anyone else in the world. You'd think that with me being the older brother would mean that my little brother would look up to me. He never did. I had hoped that all throughout my life, I would be a good role model to my brother. I got straight A's, I succeeded in almost everything I did. Maybe he felt that he was in my shadow. Maybe that was why I failed in trying to be a role model.
Ever since his was five, he would always fight with me, trying to prove he was better at other things such as fighting and being a billy bad ass. Those he succeeded in, but could he not understand how unimportant that was?
Everything was always about him. When he wasn't around with his friends, he was always a trouble maker at home. Then came the time he was melodramatic about everything. Mom tried to make him quit by having him be an altar boy, but nothing she did ever helped. In fact, it made it worse. More and more, he wanted nothing more than to leave the house to live by himself with no rules. He didn't realize what the real world was like. In his mind, he saw freedom, in my mind I saw the troubles. When he left, our parents wouldn't pay his bills. They wouldn't pay for a new car, or a new house. He would need to learn how to do it on his own.
To tell the truth, we were all wondering how he would fair after he moved out. What we didn't know was that the Rangers was probably what made him change his views on life.
We all wished that one day he would wake up and realize how much he was screwing up his life, but, no matter how sad it was, we were slightly relieved when he finally began to change. When he came back, he was different. Perhaps it was his own physical torture, or watching people close to him die, or actually killing people himself. What I was proud of was when my brother finally decided to go through the FBI academy. I knew that when he was overseas, he had killed several bad guys, and now he had a chance to do something good in this country.
Now, I believe my brother has been a better person than I am since he came back. He's now someone people can look up to. I know for a fact his son does. His partner accepts who he was back then and embraces him as he is now. I finally have a brother I can say something really good about, and not have to worry that he's getting into trouble that I have to get him out of again. Most of all, he was somebody, not just another person on the streets.
He was Seeley Booth, the one and only.