A/N: Originally, all five chapters of this were going to be one story. But I discovered that I think they'd work better as tiny, individual chapters. Plus, you guys get to read some before I've finished it all! (Don't worry, they won't take too long. I've got the first two done already! But you don't get chapter two til I get some reviews!)
So be sure to tell me what you think. This idea was just... random. It could've had more humor than I allowed, but I decided to be serious. (I don't write much humor. 'Behind the Scenes' is my humor Bones story. :D)
Name: Dr. Temperance Brennan
Her secret: She's afraid of death.
If you ask, Temperance Brennan will never admit to such a fear. She will tell you that it is illogical, that death is inevitable and that fearing it does nobody any good. But that statement would be purely hypocritical.
She's seen what happens to people, after they die. She's seen what bodies look like after being in the ground for years and years. She knows that after that long, nobody is recognizable anymore, that people eventually slip away and become one of the many.
One of the forgotten.
She knows that some of the bodies she's examined met their demise because of natural occurrences, and those don't frighten her as much as the ones that have been murdered. And she's been seeing a lot of the latter, lately.
These are the ones that remind her of how little time she could have left, all the things she's been leaving undone and all the words she's been leaving unsaid. It's not as much a fear of death, but more of a fear of the repercussions of it.
She's afraid of never actually living, and she's even more afraid of being forgotten.