This is just a little something that I've been working on. I'm not sure how long it will be. Maybe 4 chapters. It's done in first person POV...which is something that I'm not too good at. Which is why I wrote this fic. To Practice. So I hope it's not too bad.
A/N: Chapter one is done in Seeley Booth's POV.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I just like to take them out and play. Kinda like Barbies...only...Booth's a whole lot cuter than Ken ;-)
They say you can tell a lot by a person based on their name. What their personality is. Are they funny? Serious? Do they are a lot of friends? I don't know if I believe that or not. Take my name, Seeley Booth. Well, Seeley comes from Germanic roots and means "Blessed". Am I blessed? I look back on my life and I shake my head. The things that I've seen- that I've done- is far from being blessed. And Booth is Old German- I have to wonder if my parents knew this when they picked Seeley? Anyhow, Booth means "dwelling place". Now granted, there really wasn't a discussion about my last name. My parents did what is tradition. They looked through books, and talked to family and friends, and I'm sure talked endless hours as to what to Christian me as. But I was stuck with Booth before I was even conceived.
Now, I know what you're thinking. "How do I know all of this?" Simple, I looked it up once. When I was on the internet, I was curious- that's how I know what my names mean. I heard Zack say the word onomastics-which is the study of names, by the way- one day while I was at the lab. Hodgins and him were arguing over why somebody would waste their time on such an unscientific study. I was able to pick up enough to figure out that the word had something to do with names. So that night, after I had taken a hot shower to wash away the day's grit, I grabbed me a beer, and sit down in front of my computer. I checked my email, answered a few, and then type in the word onomastics-I was amazed I spelled it right on my first try. Anyhow, I can upon this website all about names and meanings and stuff like that. Did you know that the study of the meaning of names is called etymology? So it was at this website that I looked up my name. I still have to wonder about it though.
Blessed? Does Seeley sound like it would mean 'blessed'? I don't think so. Maybe, I don't know, maybe 'someone who sees'? Naw, maybe not that, but differently not 'blessed'? Name one time in my life that I had been blessed? Okay, well, being Parker's daddy is a blessing. So maybe one thing is blessed. But you can't name another, can you? I see you there. Thinking about it. Trying to pick another time in my life that you could call me blessed. Well, you can't do it. Because my life isn't blessed. What's that? Bones?
Ah, Dr. Temperance Brennan. Bones. I wouldn't say that she was a blessing. Lord knows I'm not a blessing in her life. We get on each other's last nerves. We fight and argue and…well, you know. She's all-scientific and I'm all about my gut feeling. We hardly see eye-to-eye, and honestly I don't know how we solve anything. There are times when I want to ring her pretty little neck. Bones a blessing? Yeah, okay, so maybe she is. Maybe I am blessed to have her. To have a partner with such convictions-such drive. Bones is all about the truth…whatever it may be. Whether it goes along with the greater good or not. Bones looks for the truth. Always has and I feel that she always will. Okay, so maybe I am blessed. I have a great son. A job that is meaningful and a partner that…well, that makes me a better agent…possibly a better man.
So we have concluded that I am blessed. That I am living up to my given name, but what about Booth? "Dwelling place". I guess this name has to describe my whole family, but let us just focus on me. What does this mean? A dwelling place. Am I a place to stay? To dwell? Seeley Booth. A "blessed dwelling place". I guess you could say that I am a safe, blessed place for my son. It's my job, right? To protect my son. To always give him a place to dwell…to reside. I can only hope that one day…one day somebody else we find me true to my name. I guess I am a blessed dwelling place…at least for my son.
Back to Bones. I looked up her name as well. Temperance Brennan. Temperance is English which means "moderation" or "restraint". Self-control. Self-discipline. Yes, this is Bones. She has to have the most self-control of any woman-hell, of any person-I know. I don't know how she does it. How does she control her feelings so well? How does she do it? And Brennan…well, that is a tough name. It's Irish and comes from the name Braonán; which as a first name means "sorrow". This fits Bones too. She has had so much sorrow in her life. From such a young age. I guess you could say that her life has been filled with sorrow. After all, it was that sorrow that drove her to become an anthropologist. Naw, she never told me that. I just know. It's this sorrow that she feels inside that drives her to find the truth. To help other people. To try and lessen the sorrow felt by others. Umm, I guess you could say the Bones' name means "restraint sorrow". Self-controlled grief. Yeah, that's Bones. She is so careful about who she lets in. Who sees her soul. She has spent too many years controlling her sorrow. Only grieving when it suits her.
You know, all this has me thinking. I'm a dwelling place, right? A blessed one, at that. What if I could offer Bones a safe-a blessed-place to let go? A place where she could deal with her sorrow? I know she talks about personal space and just being partners, but she knows as well as I do that we're more. She's my friend. Hell, she could possibly be my best friend. We have been through so much together. Good and bad. We have been there for each other. Pushed each other. Carried one another…but mostly, we've been there. No matter what. No matter how mad you are. No matter how annoying she can be. Or me, for that matter. We are there for each other. As partners. As friends. As allies. As…something. I can't put my finger on it. We're more than partners, but I think I may be to afraid to say what we are.
Man, I sound pathetic. Like some teenager with his first crush. If Bones ever knew how I thought about her. How I laid in bed at night and had pictures of her dance through my mind. She invaded my dreams. Making herself at home. Some days, when I go to the lab to see her, I can barely look at her. Fragments of intense dreams still lingering on the tips of my consciousness. Luckily, Bones has never seem to notice. Angela is a different story, but she has never said anything. I am grateful that she just lets me be.
I know. You're thinking, "How did a conversation about name meanings turn into one about Bones and relationships?" I can't tell you. I guess it's just the train of thought. Beginning with my name. Ending with the hope that one day…maybe I can be the blessed dwelling place for Bones. My sweet Temperance with so much restraint…with too much sorrow.
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TBC...
