Hello all. I know I have a few stories open right now. But for Christmas, I was given the new Taylor Swift cd. I can not stop listening to it. When I listen through it, I think of Brennan and Booth so I have decided to write down the one shots forming in my mind. They will be short, sorry. But they will follow the cd.
As for Christmas, I was also given a Amazon Kindle (my new best friend) and the Katy Perry cd. Along with Bones dvds (which I bought in October) and Gossip Girl Dvds.
Hope everyone had a Great Holiday Season. Start saving for next year. =]
I hope you all like this. I ended it were I thought fit. Please leave reviews.
Do you remember we were sitting there by the water?
You put your arm around me for the first time
You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter You are the best thing that's ever been mine. Mine-Taylor Swift
Temperance Brennan was sitting on the cold marble steps of the Lincoln memorial, overlooking the reflecting pool. The sun was slowly setting on the busy streets of Washington DC. She could see in the red and pink glow from the falling sun the coffee cart they were to meet at when they returned home. The bench that sat by the water where they had spent so many hours sitting, talking and laughing. This was one of their places. Here and the Royal Diner. But this was her favorite place that they shared, even with all the people around. When they were here together the crowds never seemed to the here. She knew they were but they all faded when she sat there with him. She sat there, memories of them rolling through her mind like an old film.
Before he came into her life, she had been good. She had been innocent even. She had never killed anyone until he came along. She had never 'dined and dashed' as he called it. She had never been a rebel. Not like her father who seemed to be careless when she was growing up. He was a bank robber, taking a chance that he would get thrown into jail. He had carelessly left her to be thrown into a foster system where she learned that the world was a mean and cold place.
She had become a cold person because of this. She had learned to turn off her emotions to never show them to anyone for they only ended up hurting her. She would lock them up them in a small box someplace in her heart so they never showed their ugly head. That was until him. Everything changed when he came into her life. The walls slowly came down and the box started to open. All when he did the simplest thing by putting his arm around her for that first time.
Before that night at the Hoover building he had been hers. Thou, she would never say those words for any other living soul to hear. But he was hers. In every way one could imagin. He had wormed his way into every part of her life that he had become a constant. Her rock. He held her when she was upset over finding her mother or when she feared that Russ's life had been taken in her home. He saw every part of her. Parts most people never got to see. He saw her when she was crying, scared and even happy. He did everything he could to make her happy.
That Christmas will always be one of her favorites. He had talked her into seeing her family. Going to the jail to see her long lost father and brother along with her brother's family. He had even brought a Christmas as her gift. Something that she will never forget and always love. He always knew just want to do or say to make her feel better. That was rare. She had never known anyone who could do what he does. It was like they were made for each other. Only she did not believe in soul mates like he did. Well, she did not until the few months following their fall out.
But now, none of that mattered. He was not her's any longer. She no longer held any kind of claim on him. She could not say he was her best friend. She could not just show up at his place in the middle of the night when she did not feel like going home, alone. There would be no more late night Thai at her place or the lab as the finished up the notes and reports for the case that they had closed. There would be no more seeing each other all the time. Now it would only be work. She would see him in passing on the streets as he made his way to go be with one he now claimed he loved. And it was not and would never be her.
He had made a rebel from a careless man's careful daughter. He had gotten her to feel all by simply putting his arm around her as they sat by the water at the Lincoln memorial, by showing her that it was okay to feel and that it is okay to sometimes act like a rebel. She did not need him to be hers for any of that. She could be a rebel without him. She could sit here, by the water and maybe one day with a man who loved her with his arm around her. But for now, she would sit here by the water and wait.