AN: Okay, I know I'm going to get killed because I haven't written in a long time (again) and that this is super, and I mean SUPER short, but come on! I'm not DEAD! So, we should be happy :D. I want to apologize (again) because like before, I have practice almost every day, and the days we don't have practice, that's right! WE HAVE A GAME!...ugh. But the season is almost over, we've got two games on the scheduele to go, and then we have OVACs and well...that's it, I suppose. I don't know. And I move through certain phases. First I write a lot, then I read a lot, then I draw a lot, and I move from one to the other. I'm more in my reading phase now (206 BONES BY KATHY REICHS! WOO!) but I watched The Devil In The Details, and I listened to Brennan's words, and I was inspired. I couldn't help but smiling when she spoke the first sentence I quoted in this, and I couldn't help but think, that alone, is so beautiful, along with aww she's human xD. So yeah, I know it's short, but at least you know I'm here, and I don't have two broken arms, or something. I apologize again, and I hope to be writing more in the near future...not like I'll get that lucky. I can assure you that if you read my other stories, I'm working on Chapters for them. Getting In Touch and Priorities almost have new chapters finished, so I'm working on that big time.
So please enjoy, and if you are obsessed enough with me to read every word I preach, I thank you, but to everyone else who probably skips the author's note, enjoy the story anyway...Not like you can see 'enjoyness' anyway...
'Two plus two equals four, I put sugar in my coffee and it makes it sweet, the sun rises because the world turns. I find these things beautiful to me.'
A small smile and whirling mind. These actions seemed to happen a lot to Seeley Booth. He would spend his days listening to words of science and reason float of the gorgeous lips of his partner, as her eyes focused on the burnt or mutilated soul lying in front of her. She would seem so detached, and inhumane, that he would sometimes resist the urge of agreeing to her earlier statement of being an alien.
But it was those singular moments, when the veil of disaster, murder, and evil has been lifted from the eyes, and truth has been conjured, that he sees it.
He sees her.
She admits quiet things. Like, finding the world beautiful. Many people would agree to the statement and move on, but to him, it was special.
Her silent declarations of humanity weaken his heart every time they are uttered, and the soft smile that always follows, shatters it into pieces.
And in their silent speak, he agrees with her, his meaning hiding in the words he says to her. He tells her he understands her. That he sees her. That he loves her.
Sometimes he sees the meaning lost, her face the neutral expression he sees when she is relaxed, but sometimes he sees the dawning in her eyes. The steel blue spheres sparkle, and her lips part in a gentle smile. Sometimes that's all he is graced with. Sometimes he is lucky enough, to hear the laugh of pure happiness float gently from her mouth, washing over him like placid ocean waves.
And, like always, her words echo in his head.
'I find these things beautiful to me.'
And, like always, his own follow suit.
'I find her beautiful to me.'