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Here's my first Bones fan-fic. Hope you enjoy!
I am usually somewhere stuffed, thrown, worn or forgotten.
I watch over those who are traveling, along with other things.
I am a protector.
BONES
Everyday, I get thrown in a pocket. Along with a poker chip and gold Zippo lighter.
Not today.
'Bones. . .take this.' His hand encloses around me, removing me from the comfortable place I have known for years.'Pops gave this to me the first I was deployed.'
He takes her hand, while she says, 'No, I don't need this religious paraphernalia, Booth. I'm an atheist, you know this. What good will this do?'
'Bones. . . ' he pauses, 'It will make me feel better knowing someone is protecting you while I can't. Take. This.'
'That doesn't make sense, Booth. It's just a medal. I don't need anyone to protect me. I can take care of myself.'
This time, I am flanked by gold beads on a red thick cord. Strung around an unfamiliar neck. The neck of someone who does not believe in me, my God, or what I represent.
She may not believe. Her partner does. That's why I am here. He asked me. Whether or not she knows it, she does have faith. Her faith may not in a spirit, but she has it. Our definitions vary. He asks me to watch over everyday. For the next year, they will be embarking on separate journies. He's always been a steward of faith, looking to me when times become unbearable. She has a calming effect on him. Based on that, I decided to look after this strong, independent, rational, logical woman. She will think it is science. I will know, otherwise. So will he.
BONES
'Listen, Bones, you have to be really careful in that Indonesian desert, okay?'
'Booth, in a week you're going to a warzone. Please don't be a hero. Please, just. . . Don't be you.'
One year from today.
I will be protecting them.
Until they meet again.