A very short story. It popped into my head this morning and I thought I'd share.

I don't own Bones.

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Booth had been sitting behind his bivouac listening to music when his friend Sgt. Charles Miles came by.

All the love gone bad turned my world to black Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a sun in somebody else's sky, but why Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine

Listening to the music, Charles walked over to where Booth was sitting, put his hands on his hips and said, "Oh come on man, how many times are you going to listen to that?"

Looking up at Charles, Booth said, "What's your problem? Why do you care what I'm listening to?"

Shaking his head, Charles said, "Because you asshole, the more you play that damn song the more depressed you get and the more depressed you get the more you make everyone else's life around you miserable."

Sighing, Booth looked at Charles and finally said, "Piss off."

Restarting the song, Booth leaned back against the building and listened while Charles tried not to.

Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay Were laid spread out before me as her body once five horizons revolved around her soul As the earth to the sun Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn

Frowning, Charles said, "Keep it up and you're going make yourself so depressed that you're going to get yourself killed."

Looking at a bird flying in the distance, Booth said, "I don't need your advice, Charles. Get lost."

Ooh, and all I taught her was everything Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds Of what was the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything.

Walking closer to where Booth was sitting, Charles, said, "You might get me killed too since I'm your damn spotter."

Clenching his hands, Booth said, "If you don't go away I'm going to break something and preferably it will be your damn head."

I take a walk outside I'm surrounded by some kids at play I can feel their laughter, so why do I see her? Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning How quick the sun can drop away

Leaning down, Charles picked up Booth's CD player and said, "Rebecca threw you over. Get over it. There are other fish in the sea."

And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass Of what was everything? All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...All the love gone bad turned my world to black Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be... yeah...Uh huh... uh huh... ooh...

Standing up, Booth said, "Give it back while you still have a healthy hand."

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a sun in somebody else's sky, but why Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine

Opening the CD player, Charles removed the CD and handed the player back to Booth. Holding up the CD, Charles said, "That was the last time you and I are going to hear that song, Booth."

Turning, Charles started running.

Booth, watching Charles run across the field into the woods, sat down and opened the bag next to him. Extracting another CD from his small collection, he loaded it into his CD player and hit Play.

When I look into your eyes I can see a love restrained But darlin' when I hold you, don't you know I feel the same? yeah Nothin' lasts forever and we both know hearts can change And it's hard to hold a candle in the cold November rain

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I was listening to "Black" this morning and I thought I might be able to use it in a story. I don't know if I succeeded; but, I tried.

I don't own Pearl Jam or their song "Black". I also don't own Guns and Roses and their song "November Rain".