Rating: K+ Clean but for one 'forensic' metaphor.
Spoilers: Nothing specific
Disclaimer: Bones is the property of Kathy Reichs, Hart Hanson, Fox, etc. I do not claim it as my own; only the words of this story are mine.
Summary: People around her make the obvious comparison, but they miss the true likeness.
Notes: Although I have written others, this is the first Bones fic I have 'published' anywhere. Please let me know what you think!
Like Bones
People so often compare her to the bones she works with that she expects it now. They call her cold and hard and unfeeling. Some even say she is inhuman, as though she lacks necessary components to qualify–a body stripped to it's skeleton, incomplete. She's less than a person because she does not show emotion, share feelings.
Ironically, the effect of these words goes unnoticed because she is so adept at hiding emotion. But even if no one else sees it, she knows the truth. On the outside she might appear cold and hard, but underneath that she is soft.
She is strong but she can be worn down and damaged.
If a person were to know her as she knows bones they would see this. All of the secrets of the past and the weaknesses she hides so well would lay bare before them. Like skeletons on her examination tables.
And they would know that–just like bone–she can be broken.
April 7, 2009