Hey guys, this is a new story I was working on and just finished it last night. I hope you like this AU and please leave a review.
BTW I don't own Bones or its characters, sadly.
In the darkest moments before dawn, a girl returns to her bed. What kind of life is she living? Is it the same life she was living half an hour ago? A day ago? A year ago?
No, of course not.
This girl's name is Temperance Brennan, and she's not the typical nineteen-year-old Barbie doll. She has auburn hair and hypnotizing blue eyes, loves silent films and wants to become a forensic anthropologist.
Not everything is rainbows and sunshine, though. Temperance is eternally grateful that she got a scholarship, because being a foster kid, she always felt like she had to settle with second best.
She clearly remembers all the abuse the families inflicted on her, every kind of pain, mental, physical... It's all there, and she hopes that one day it can all go away forever. But now, one year after she got emancipated, she lives on campus, experiencing all the struggles a normal college student goes through.
Tip toeing through her dorm at Northwestern University, she thinks about all the stuff she has to do, but shrugs the thought off, hoping she'll get some sleep before class.
Reaching for the door knob, she realizes that her roommate has locked her out, without leaving any warning about meeting with a guy or something, so she just sits with her back to the wall, knees to her chest and tries to read a little bit before dozing off.
She is suddenly woken up by someone stumbling with her body and falling on the floor.
"Oh my God, what the hell?" A tall man asked from the floor.
"My goodness! I'm so sorry" She stares wide-eyed, heart beating fast and shaken by being ripped from her dreams.
He sat up and extended his hand. She frowned, and looked from his dirty fingernails to his face. "Well, are you gonna help me up?" She did, and when he was fully standing in front of her was the moment she realized how massive he was.
Brennan started to reach for her books, and stacking them in a neat pile, putting the loose papers in between each of them to prevent wrinkles. She could feel his intense gaze on her, she was disturbed, so that her mind started to wander into the worst places she's ever been.
She stood up, and next thing she knew, he had her copy of "Déja Dead" open in a random page and was scribbling something on it with a marker he had in his pocket.
He closed the book and gave it to her with a smirk, walking away feeling full of himself while she stood there, half-amazed half-angry. After what felt like 11 hours later, she opened her door and slipped into bed.
If you see any mistakes on the spelling, please let me know immediatly so it can be fixed, also if you feel like one of the characters would or wouldn't do something written in the story, tell me so we can play with this lol.