A/N: So this all started in my english class today...we had to write but i was bored and thinking of Bones (and how it's back next week) and this started to come out. Based off of a picture of the Grand Canyon.
It's in 1st person, Brennan...anywhosits, oh thanks to kraze for the title, beta and line at the end...and i've rambled enough...
Disclaimer: seriously, i'm writing fanfic in a high school english class, yeah right!
Changing
I remember the first time I came here. It was just after my parents disappeared. I felt so lost. I had blamed my brother and he felt me. I don't blame him, but it still hurt. The foster family was one of the best. They brought me here, made me feel welcome. I never got to come back with them though; I don't even know where they are anymore. No matter how nice the family was, the school just didn't work out. That was the first time I came here.
I tried to convince my grandpa to bring me here, after he found me and got me out of the system; it was just in time for high school graduation. We just didn't have the money though, and grandpa was kind of sick.
I finally managed to come back after I got my doctorate. It was so beautiful. I decided that mid-April was my favorite time to be here. It was cool but warm at the same time; it was calm and had a kind of peacefulness that I couldn't explain, at least not logically. Coming back was exactly what I needed after so many years in school. The trip acted as a sort of refresher before I started on my career.
The last time I came, a brought Angela with me. We had both just gotten jobs at the Jeffersonian together. I knew that Angela, being the artist she is, would absolutely love it here. One day while we were here, just looking over the expanse of land, Angela told me, "If you stood still long enough, the desert would speak to you; show you some kind of truth." I never put much stock in the myth but it was always a nice sentiment.
This trip out here is probably my favorite, by far. I had to come out here for a case, so I convinced my partner to let me bring him; a surprise of sorts. He knows all about my past and the problems I've had, and I know all about his struggles. I guessed he would like it on this peak of sorts; the one I've always gone to. As I stood there with him, during this day in mid-April, remembering all we'd been through together, the desert finally spoke to me, to us. It changed me, changed how I looked at things, how I looked at us. It changed my partner too, so I came to find out. It told us the truth we had been hiding from, the truth we needed; the truth to make up for our pasts.
It was in the shadows of these mountains that I grew up, a little more each time I came, always changing, growing, and learning a little something more about myself. This won't be my last time to come here. In fact, I think we'll probably come back every year, to mark the anniversary of this change; this change to something more.
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