There are single bones that built into a skeleton, as there are single moments that built into a lifetime, specially in her life. This fiction is intented to be a series of one-shots in the lifes of the characters. They could be set anytime in the series focusing small moments that make a lifetime.
Timeline: First season, Pilot
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Bones built into skeletons
Bones. They were her life⦠and death. For them she had done incredible things over the past few years. The eagerness that fed her beaming curiosity and the thirst for the truth and discovery that lay in the basic structure of a human body, sometimes led her to dangerous paths.
The skeleton. It was a complex maze of knowledge made up from 206 single fragments of bones. Each one of them held a deep buried story that she listens to carefully, and in those moments, nothing else mattered in the world, just those white pieces. Those white simple pieces that made her life.
She knew everything about them and after three degrees she pleased herself and her own superior intelligence by working with them, for them, in a close and clean environment that was her laboratory.
Life was smooth like this. Everyday surrounded by the ones she understood, the bones of the long past ones, but sometimes she wished for more. Something that could take her out of this safety cage and into the real mess of the outside world. One day, her specialty would be higher evaluated and her skills to read the dead ones would be appreciated in the community.
That day came, on a hot summer morning when the breeze was nothing but a warm breath, when the agreement was signed. From now on the country's high federal security would work alongside with the most brilliant minds, solving the most bizarre crimes. Of course she was an essential piece of that game. Soon after that, she was assigned what she dreaded the most, a partner.
Thoughts wandered far away as she stood high in the platform in the centre of the lab. The tall figure of the woman bent over the evaluation table with a million sharp pieces of them. Bones. A skull, or what was left of it, was spread all over, a small pile of senseless pieces that she knew too well. Her hands brushed over her short fiery hair, hanging it wisely in a tight pony tail. It was time for work.
These were the moments in time where she would find her inner peace, when she could connect with the person that secretly lived inside, not the cold, distant doctor. Her experienced fingers run over the materials gathering specific pieces and placing them together. From time to time, a flash of adrenaline would pass by her eyes. Some big blue orbs that could be easily mistaken by sharp ice cubes. The meticulous work was going on and on, pieces fit together like a puzzle. One puzzle that she understood completely.
Little by little her work was taking shape and form, the finishing product was smoothly taking the somewhat form of a human skull. Knowing that in the end of it, she would have a face, a face that could be identified and soon enough laid to rest with the sense of dignity that it deserved.
That was what she was doing now. Building bones into skeletons.
Giving them back some sort of life after the grave that could tell so many stories, but all of them were horrible. There was no story in the bones that she couldn't read, nor a single one that she avoided. She welcomed them, cared for them. By giving them their peace, she fought to find her own on the struggling sea of her heart.
The work has stopped and while in it, many hours had passed as she lost track of time. Her part was done, now it was up to her so called partner to put it into action and give both of them peace of mind. Carefully she examined the final piece, no flaws, no mistakes, before laying it softly on the table.
Seating tiredly on the nearby chair she let the tiredness of the day wash over her. Her body and mind had been running on pure adrenaline and couldn't take it any longer. With a long sigh, her arms came crossed upon the table and her heavy head laid above them, letting sleep take her away from this little momentum in her life.
A moment when she would always be Dr. Temperance Brennan.
I really hope you enjoyed this little introduction to Temperance. I tried to stay objectivly into her character, she's really tough to write. Would love some reviews, they are always apreciated!!
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