Hi. Welcome to my new story! It's my first attempt a a "Bones" fan fiction and I'm fairly new to it as a series, so please be gentle. It's actually semi-planned out, so hopefully it'll go somewhere. My plan is to have a chapter for every year of Sweets' life up until his current age. Please drop a review, if you've got time!
Homes Are Built Around The Heart: Sweets' Story
Age One:
Becky Feller stood over the old stove, as she pulled the lid off of the frying pan. Tonight she was cooking chicken soup. They had been eating a lot of chicken soup lately. Since their farm had been suffering since most of the other farms around them had been bought out by some rich man in a suit who called himself a farmer, their business had been suffering. To add to the matters, the winter had been cold and dry, so the soil sucked. The chickens were easier to maintain then cows, so they got to stay.
In the background, she could hear a Frank Sinatra tune play on the radio and her very young son, Lance, whine a tiny, "Mmma!"
Putting the lid on the pot of soup, Becky grabbed four potatoes, one of the few things that they could grow on their damned farm, and rushed over to her son.
"Lance." Recognizing his name, the 11 month old moved, as best he could, towards the voice.
"Mmma!" the boy repeated.
"That's right." The woman encouraged, as Lance crawled towards her.
Unfortunately, the boy tripped on a rag doll, and fell on his belly.
He started to whine louder. It was never a full-out cry, however,
"Lance!" the woman called, picking up the potatoes. Gently, she tossed the four potatoes in a circle in front of her, slowly
Slowly rolling over, the boy let out a small giggle.
"That's right!" she encouraged him.
A moment of silence fell, just long enough for her to head the loud grumble of her husband, Michael's, truck.
Cursing to herself, she jumped up, and ran in to the kitchen.
There, the soup was boiling over the sides of the pot. Grabbing a dish towel, she turned off the stove, barely avoiding the flame to the towel.
A man in an old jacket, and sloppy clothing walked through the door, his booths making loud thumping noises as he walked.
Lance, let out a small giggle from the other room.
"The kid is supposed to be asleep now." He remarked, yanking out a chair from the kitchen table and plopping down on it.
Rebecca, who was by the stove, and giving the stove more interest than she should have, shrug her shoulders, in a barely noticeable way.
Michael grunted. "Make sure he's asleep next time."
The young woman nodded quickly and with the anxiousness of a mouse. She was tiny and barely out of adolescence herself. She couldn't have been more than 20, but she looked 16. Naturally, she was a bubbly woman, but the hard times had taken something out of her.
The man, was huge. He had large hands, large muscles, and was tall; there wasn't a small thing about him. He was older than she was, by three or four years, but he looked older than she simply because of genetics and he acted older than he was, anyways.
Of course he would intimidate her.
But he didn't stand up from his chair, so that must have meant something.
Another pause of noise fell upon the house, as the woman continued to add a touch of spice to the soup.
"I though I told you not to play music." The man grunted.
"But I like to play music," The woman said quietly, but in a loud enough voice, that the man's sensitive hunter's ears, could hear.
"It's too happy." He grumbled.
Becky walked behind him and began to rub his shoulders. Several seconds later, he jumped.
"WHAT THE HELL!?!?" he yelled.
"Wha--?" Becky looked up and saw the pot boiling over again. She rushed over to it, and turned off the stove, reaching for rags. Quickly, she soaked up the extra liquid, and turned it off.
Sighing, Becky didn't even notice Michael get up and walk over to. Not even thinking about it, he gave her a right hook. Gasping her throbbing eye, Becky quivered.
"You clumsy bitch!" The dominant male yelled. "You're good for nothing but juggling shit!"
Becky's mind temporarily froze, but not enough not to register the alcohol that was in his breath. She thought of the boy in his other room. Everything had changed when he came along. She loved him, but he couldn't be her son. And she'd do anything to make sure that he didn't know she let him grow up like this.
Chapter Fin.
