Yayz! I actually wrote something. For the first time in months. Sorry. I've been having what I call a Creativity Drought. And it all came to me after I watched the new episode of Bones. (How much did you love it??) This is the first story ever written on my new laptop that I won at BINGO. Yes, I won a laptop at Bingo. No, I'm not 96 years old.
Hanyways, I don't own Bones, no matter how much I wish I did.
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"We all do things for the girl."
Yeah. Like shove a gun into a known mobster's mouth, and threaten them with their life.
It was all for her. He would do whatever she needed, and even what she thought she didn't need, as long as she was okay. As long as she was safe, and not in any danger.
Anything she needed. Anything at all.
She needed someone to comfort her, and he would be standing there, arms wide open. She needed someone to rescue her from a psychopathic gravedigger, and he would be there, pulling her out of the sand.
Anything she needed. Anything at all.
She said she didn't need anyone with her after he had pulled her out of the sand. She had practically pushed him out the door, and twisted the dead bolt the second the door had latched.
But he sat outside her apartment all night, watching her window, curled up in his worn quilt his mother had made him for a graduation present. If he heard anything, the slightest sob or sniffle, he would kick down the door.
Anything she needed. Anything at all.
She had felt embarrassed, ashamed when she had told him about Brainy Smurf. He had tried his damndest to appease her, to make her see that she wasn't alone. But he couldn't. He had searched his memory, skimmed through areas of his brain he hadn't touched in years. He still couldn't find anything to make it better. So he thought of the worst thing he could. And she still wasn't happy. So he gave her Brainy Smurf, the only thing he could think of to make her happy, to bring that smile back to her face. And he did.
Anything she needed. Anything at all.
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