(A/N:- So, a new one for yas. It's like a one-shot-song-fic-but-not, if you catch my drift. Which of course, you probably don't, because that didn't make much sense. What I mean is, it's a multichapter fic of one-shots, and also a song-fic. Each chapter concentrates on a certain line of a favourite song of mine. I think that most of the chapters will be pretty short, so bear with me a while. I have writers block at the moment, and so they say: the best way to get rid of writers block is to keep on writing. So, hopefully, this will have cured me and I can get back to writing stuff that actually makes some sense. Anyway, hope you enjoy!)
Disclaimer: I own zilch. Nothing at all. Nada. Not Bones, and not the song. They belong to other, fortunate people with better things to do than write fanfiction. Like write the show. And Lyrics. Bones belongs to the wonderful Hart Hanson and Kathy Reichs, and the song? Alanis Morissette, lucky thing.
Spoilers: Not really, no. :) But the events of 'Pain in the Heart'? Nope, they didn't happen. Because it's before 'The Verdict in the Story' but I'll get it up to date soon enough.
Ironic
An Old Man, Turned 98, he won the lottery, and died the next day.
"May, I ask, Dr Brennan, not to be disrespectful in any way: why are we looking at the body of a person who obviously died of natural causes? And why are we even looking at it? Surely this is Cam's department, not ours." If Zach Addy had never been described as blunt before, he most certainly would be now. But, to be fair to him, he was right. The body – and it was a body, rather than a skeleton – was not something that the anthropologists dealt with everyday – but with Cam away visiting family, it was their job to oversee whatever came in – flesh or no flesh.
"Because, Zach, the man died under 'suspicious circumstances'." His colleague, Dr Temperance Brennan explained. She made finger signs over her shoulders, and her partner, Seeley Booth, looked at her amused. He stifled a laugh, and made a mental note that he had to teach her how to do that properly.
"Meaning?" Booth butted in, just as confused as Zach was. If they knew that the guy hadn't been murdered, then why were they wasting their time examining his body?
"Meaning he won the lottery the day before he died. Meaning that the man's – James Alexanderson's - family were suspicious that he died so soon after winning. It's logical that they assume that their family member died of... unnatural antics."
"But he didn't, obviously." Zach intercepted once again. "It's fairly obvious that the alleged 'victim' died of something other than a stab in the throat, a push down the stairs, or whatever the family are assuming happened to him."
"So if he wasn't murdered, how did he die?"
"myocardial infarction" Temperance explained, raising her eyebrows at his gormless look.
"In English?" Booth enquired, looking amused.
"He had a heart-attack?" Zach supplied.
"Right. A heart-attack." He shrugged, and placed his hands on Temperance's shoulders, pushing her towards the exit. "Come on, Bones. We're due a lunch break. Whatever two thousand year old skeleton you need to examine will have to wait another hour. I'm famished, and I know you are too."
She shrugged, and took off her lab-jacket. She felt his hand ever-present on the small of her back, and felt herself smile. Some things never change. She thought about jumping into a long, complicated explanation of what she was actually planning on working on, but decided against it. He was right – she was hungry.
They glanced at the body one last time before pulling the sheet that lay at its feet back over it.
"Goodbye, Mr Millionaire."
An Old Man, Turned 98, He won the lottery, and died the next day.
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(A/N: So, I've started a countdown to Series Four. Airs August 27th, if I'm not mistaken so that leaves... 89 days? Wow, not long at all. (sighs dramatically.) Plenty and Plenty of Fanfic writing time. :)
So there we have it. Not as good as it was in my head, but it'll do for now. The next chapter should be up soon (I promise!) for those who care. Leave me a message, or put an alert on, or whatever. I really do appreciate it. It makes me smile to know that some people enjoy my writing. When my muse comes back from it's long, apparently-never-ending trip to god-knows-where, I shall post the next chapter of 'Exchange of Services.' I really don't want to mess that one up by writing when I have writers-block. Reviews? Please? Oh come on, what do I have to do? Beg? You want what? Cookies? Hey, I'm a really good cookie-maker. I can make Lemon Meringue pie? Anyone? :) I'll update quicker? Okay, I'm turning to blackmail. Did it work??
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