OUR PLAYHOUSE MADE OF BONE

I wanted to add a little more detail to what Bonnie, Annalise and Frank might have been feeling during those charged scenes in 3x08 and 3x09. This story should cover a few of the scenes that particularly stood out to me. I haven't wrote in a while so please be gentle!

First we have Bonnie. I hope managed to capture the characters as you enjoyed them!

3x08 No More Blood

Bonnie's POV

"What's taking you so long? Huh?" Annalise hissed, "think I'm going to feel guilty because I won't!"

"I love you Annalise." Frank replied, squeezing his eyes shut and placing the gun barrel to his throat.

It would all be over soon, in this playhouse made of bone.

Bonnie was waiting on the front porch for Annalise to return, the cold biting at her skin. She always felt like she was waiting; waiting to be accepted, forgiven, loved, to recover or even simply die. It could have been so much easier if I had just given up and died all those years ago.She mused, recalling the house that had once been her prison. Bonnie shivered suddenly, unsure if it was the cold or the unwanted memories creeping into her bones that made her shudder. She could have ended it all but she had chosen to live and living meant eternally waiting. This life was her purgatory and now Bonnie was sick of it. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been happy or even content. She'd settle for content.

The blonde sighed softly, resting a heavy head in delicate hands. Things had been so different when Sam was alive. Sometimes she missed how it all used to be. Or maybe it was just him she missed. Bonnie wasn't really sure which. She just knew the difference would be lost on Annalise, that her loving boss would likely kill her if she ever found out. Still, Bonnie couldn't help herself. You never could help yourself, she thought weakly. Bonnie cast her mind back to Sam's therapy sessions that felt like a life time ago. He had been kind to her back then. Kind in ways Annalise seemed incapable of.

For a moment in Coalport, with Frank, things had been different again. Bonnie had felt free, like a weight had been lifted from her small shoulders for a time. She had felt like she belonged again. That simply existing in that space there with him was enough for them both. But things weren't different and she'd been wrong. Bonnie had been a fool to consider the possibility that anything would change. Damned fool, always trusting men after all you've been through?! They lie Bonnie. Men lie. She heard Annalise's scathing tone echo the thoughts in her own mind. Ms Keating's voice had been as clear as if she stood there before her now. But she wasn't and Bonnie was still alone; waiting. She'd always been alone.

Bonnie wasn't Eve or Nate, nor was she Laurel or Michaela. She wasn't enough and it hurt. Her head rose slowly, tears pricking at tired eyes. The blonde did her best to swallow them back, along with the lump in her throat but it was hard. Bonnie knew her tears served no purpose here, that crying never changed anything. It only ever served to make her look weak and pathetic. But you are. Her mind whispered, her enemy in solitude. Only she had allowed herself to believe she was worth something after everything that had happened. But Frank had left her there, in that motel. It had been a stark reminder of the truth they could have buried in Oregon.

Knowing the truth did nothing to still the hurt she felt. She still couldn't quite accept that he'd abandoned her after everything she'd risked to see him. They both knew what Annalise would do to her for that little betrayal and yet Frank had still left her. Men were always proving themselves to be the same but Bonnie kept believing they could be different. She should never have forgot Annalise's words of wisdom.

"Men lie. It's all they're good at."

Annalise had always known what was best for her but still Bonnie tried to make decisions on her own. It just wasn't fair that she always ended up wrong. That she always needed her boss's help. It just wasn't fair. Bonnie laughed bitterly, the sound harsh against the still night air. Her thoughts drifted back to Frank. He was waiting inside. This time he was the one left alone. Bonnie hadn't thought it wise to wait with him for Annalise, this mess was between them now. Or at least it had been until she'd got involved in Coalport. "Idiot." Bonnie hissed aloud, staring into the darkness ahead.

Frank probably felt isolated in there all on his own. Left with nothing but his thoughts and regrets to occupy him. He probably felt like the walls were drawing in on him. Just as he felt they had in prison. Guilt leached into her mind at the intrusive thought before she snapped herself free from its clutches. This was only a taste of his own damn medicine. He deserved this. What the hell did she had to feel guilty for? Bonnie wasn't going to do this again. Be the punching bag and take the blame, the bad decisions, the mistakes. No. She had plenty of her own without wearing Frank's too. She could be more than this, couldn't she..? Hesitation lingered at the end of her thought.

Still she could imagine him wringing his hands, nervous, awaiting his fate just as she did her own. And she couldn't help but think it would have been nice to wait inside with him. They had done so in the past, found solace in one another. They would drink in the cellar and share secrets. Confiding in one another their marred pasts. After she'd killed Rebecca that had all changed. The house had felt sick. No. It was before that. Perhaps it started after Wes had killed Sam? Bonnie wasn't sure she cared anymore, or that it really mattered. But of course she cared and deep down she knew it had never really changed. The house had always been sick but when Annalise lost the baby it became cancerous. This had all started with Frank and now Annalise wanted him to pay for it. She wanted to end it and that scared Bonnie. She wasn't sure she'd be able to survive anymore.

The night air whispered at her skin as she continued to wait. Patient and loyal as always. Annalise never seemed to see Bonnie's diligence in that way. Her boss seemed to merely consider her an irritation or burden. "Why do you do this to yourself Bon?" She whispered, voice broken, into the darkness. Knowing full well it was because she had nowhere else to go. And that as bad as it got-which it always did- this was her home. Annalise Keating and Frank Delphino were her family. Sam had been too when he was alive. He wasn't a good man. He manipulated his patients and took advantage of those in his care but she couldn't help but remember how safe he had allowed her to feel. This damned house was where she belonged.

A car door opened and closed, capturing Bonnie's attention at once. She turned her head right to see Annalise walking towards her. Something flickered across the ferocious woman's expression. Did she really look surprised to find her loyal ward here? Bonnie wasn't sure, she suspected Annalise was more likely bored or disappointed. But her mind went blank and she was owned once more.

"He in there?" Annalise asked simply, her tone slightly thicker than usual. Bonnie couldn't bring herself to speak and instead nodded meekly to confirm. "Go home." Annalise commanded, her voice softer than Bonnie was expecting it to be. The powerful woman strode with purpose towards the house ready to face the man responsible for her unborn son's death.

"No," Bonnie started, moving to stand with wide eyes.

"You had your time with him, lied to my face about it. This is my time." Annalise spoke fast and curt, the words rushing out as they did whenever she destroyed a witness in court. It was the kind of speech that broached no room for argument or complaint. It was intended to leave you reeling and wounded. Bonnie remained silent and made no further effort to move. On the porch steps, Annalise kept her eyes fixed on Bonnie, glowering down at her. "Leave!" Annalise demanded wrenching the door open to finish this once and for all.

Bonnie watched the door slam shut and winced. She'd been left to wait again.

Authors note: I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!