No Glue Strong Enough
Title: No Glue Strong Enough
Chapters: 1
Word Count:
Rating: PG (Language)
Spoilers/Setting: Could be spoilers for the first 3 seasons and minor spoilers for the first 6 episodes of season 4. That's all I've seen.
Genre(s): Romance, Angst
Character(s): Booth, Brennan, Angela, Hodgins, Zack, Cam, and Sully.
Pairing(s): Booth/Brennan, Hodgins/Angela
Disclaimer: Special savings end Saturday. Oh, and Bones is the property of much richer people then me. If I owned it, I would be bankrupt.
Summary: 'The end. Goodbye. Do not pass go; do not collect two hundred dollars.' Booth and Brennan are breaking, and there's nothing that can glue them back to the way they were.
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This was just a spur of the moment thing.
I might continue it, but I might not. I'm not really sure where I want to go with it. For now, it's a one shot.
Claire
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Special Agent Seeley Booth sat on the edge of the couch in Dr Lance Sweets' office. Next to him sat his partner of three years, Dr Temperance Brennan. The two appeared relaxed, but anyone that knew them well could see that there was an invisible tension mounted on the shoulders of the partners. They sat as far apart from each other as possible, turned away from each other, and both seemed to be angry with their counterpart. Dr Sweets sat across from them observing their behaviour.
"Agent Booth, Dr Brennan, you have not been attending our sessions over the last few months," He said. "Why is that? You understand that the FBI will dissolve your partnership if you don't come?"
"Sweets, I have been coming to these sessions. It's Bones here that hasn't been showing up!" Booth said casting a glare at Brennan.
"Don't call me Bones!" She protested, returning the glare with an equally as harsh one of her own. "I have not been going out in the field with you for the past three and a half months. Technically, I am not the FBI's responsibility anymore, so they have no right in making me turn up to these ridiculous meetings!"
"Bones, you're still my partner! Therefore, you are still the responsibility of the FBI!"
"I told you not to call me Bones! I have not been out in the field for over three months, Booth. As far as I am concerned, I am not your partner!"
"Dr Brennan, are you saying that you no longer wish to be Agent Booth's partner?" Dr Sweets' questioned. "For the entire time you've been coming to these sessions, you and Agent Booth were adamant that you should remain partners. Now, when you are not even under question, you choose not to be?"
"No, I am not saying that I not longer wish to be Booth's partner," Brennan said, and Booth seemed to take a breath of relief, which was taken back when she continued. "I am saying that I am no longer Agent Booth's partner. Therefore, I am not required to stay here. Goodbye, Dr Sweets, Agent Booth."
"Bones!" Booth's voice was pleading, as if begging her not to leave. She paused and looked back. For a moment, her face showed pity, regret, and some similar emotion that neither Booth nor Sweets could identify. But the moment passed, and Brennan swept out of the office, closing the door quietly behind her. " No."
The office fell into silence as the FBI agent and the psychologist sorted through the information they had just received.
"What exactly just happened, Agent Booth?" Sweets asked eventually. "The partnership between you and Dr Brennan was the strongest partnership I've ever seen."
"You know how it is, Sweets," Booth paused. "A crack appears. At first, you're concerned. You patch it, a temporary fix, and the problem moves to the back of your mind. Sure, it still exists, but it's hidden and healed, for the moment. You move on, you forget but eventually the patch falls off. You've forgotten it for so long that you think you can ignore it, but it slowly gets worse. It's like a sweater with a loose thread. The more you ignore the problem, the more the thread is pulled. It unravels," Booth paused again. "That's what happened to Dr Brennan and I. We unravelled at the seams. The thread that held us together and kept us together lead to us falling apart."
"Wow," Sweets said, stunned. "Agent Booth, that was incredibly poetic. What caused the patch to fall off?"
"It's a long story, Sweets. I don't really know how it started. The crack appeared and we tried to hide it. The crack returned and we did our best, but it wasn't enough. I have to live with that."
"So there was nothing you could have done to keep your partner?"
"Of course there was! You think I don't regret my actions? I lost her, Sweets. I lost my Bones. The centre did not hold! I screwed up. The end. Goodbye. Do not pass go; do not collect two hundred dollars. You get it? I cannot fix what I did. Talking won't help! Analysing won't help! The only thing that can help me now is as much whiskey as I can get my hands on," Booth voice faltered and he dropped his head to his hands. "Please, Sweets, just let me be. Please."
"Booth, there must be something you can tell me that would help me understand what happened."
"Lance, even if I wanted to tell you what happened, I wouldn't know where to start. Can you inform Cullen about what's happened here? I don't think I'll be back anytime soon," Booth stood, and walked out of the office, following the path his par- his former partner had taken just minutes before.
Sweets leaned back in his chair, running his hands through his hair. He had just witnessed the end of one of the best partnerships in the history of the FBI. Somehow, two people who were always in sync had fallen apart, right before his eyes.
I'm really not sure about where I want to go from here. If I get enough interest, I'll probably explain what happened and have the two confront each other, but, as stated, I'm not sure about where to go.