During my vacation at night's I took to watchin Bones (As TNT was the only english channel on the TV in my room). So I haven't been watching the show for very long, but I really like and I wanted to try to write about it, so sorry if it's OCC. And, by the way, like an angel in so many ways is inscribed on my grandmother's tomb, so this fic is actual dedicated to any loved one ever lost.
P.S If I owned bones, would I be writing this? Yeah... probably, but regaurdless, I don't own the show.
Becoming Without You
Booth could feel a sense of wrong in him, like he had betrayed someone. Again. Like nothing he did since was correct, like the good in him disappeared along with...
He stroked the cool grey granite with his callused thumb again, "Brennan, I want you. Not her, not really, it's you I need." His voice strained with unrequited desire on that last note.
And the silence he recieved seemed to echo, taunting him.
"You know, I don't know why I'm marrying Holly, she took your job, your place. I guess she made me feel one step closer to..."
A lone tear spilled solemnly over the rim of his eye.
He shook it away as quickly as it had come, "Damnit," He muttered.
Stroking the cool granite again he closed his eyes to imagene the soft flesh of her cheeks beneath his thumb.
"She nothing like you really. She does the work you do, but nobody matches the way you were... are." Booth bit his lip until he could taste raw, red blood on his tongue. "But personally I think you're smarter..." He imagened a smile cross her flawless face. "Prettier..." He imagened holding her in his arms..."Nicer..." Her face seemed to draw closer to his. "Oh, Brennan, I should've never tried to move on."
His warm brown eyes fluttered open again, this time he simply ignored the tears gathering in his eyes. Instead he surveyed the area he'd come to know as a second home. A blue sky so sharp you could cut your eyes on it, brittle dead grass, browned by the beating summer sun, and endless rows of granite slabs commenmorating loved ones. He turned to Brennan's stone and read it foe the thousandth time, but perhaps understanding for the first.
Dr. Tempernce Brennan 'Bones'
1976-2008
"Like an angel in so many ways."
The last line he himself had written.She was his angel, savior from this passive existene.
"Booth," The sweetest voice crept behing, filling his ears with it's music. Only one person could create such a serene sound.
He turned in expectancy to see the impossible, but the graveyard was as barren as he felt without his bones.
He sighed.
If only he hadn't been dreaming.
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