My first Bones fic, please be nice XD Sweet POV at the end of 'Mayhem on a cross'.
Ella
Bonds Through Bleeding Wounds.
He was broken.
Had been for a long time if he was honest, and he had spent too much time convincing other people not to lie to themselves about their feelings to do it himself.
Maybe that's why he had felt so connected to them since he had first started here, because they were broken too. He could see it in their eyes, even when they were laughing they were still broken, like a toy train fallen off its tracks and onto its side, its wheels still desperately turning but moving nowhere.
So maybe that was why, because they were as broken as he was, and in almost the same way. Perhaps he thought that if he could make them open up about their past, their childhood, then maybe he could face his own.
Maybe if he could fix them, heal their obvious deeply cut emotion wounds then maybe he could heal himself in the process. It was almost selfish, making them face their demons so he could work up the courage to face his own, but it was still true and he wouldn't deny himself the truth even if it hurt.
So he sits at his desk too late at night when he should be going home, and he thinks while he works. A part of him wishes that he had never been assigned to this job, had never met them or seen their pain reflected in their eyes, but it is only a small part of him.
He could fix so many other people, he could heal their minds and hearts, and yet when it came to himself he felt as if he were drowning, the light of the surface sliding further and further away.
He liked to think of the hurts in people's minds as literal wounds, you could stumble around on a sprained ankle as long as you wanted but you would only make the problem worse and it would hurt like hell too.
And the three of them were hobbling around on their twisted ankles like it was going out of style.
To say he was surprised when both Booth and Brennan showed up at his office to drag him to their dinner with Gordon was fair. It was about ten seconds later he realized that them showing up was like a rain drop hitting you in the eye, sure you weren't expecting it but it was raining so it was always within the realms of possibility. When Temperance started talking about her past and nearly crying he felt the kind of surprise he would akin to if your hypothetical rain suddenly turned to bricks. He was completely blindsided.
He could have keeled over when Seeley reluctantly joined the commiserating of lost childhood.
There they were, two hands reaching out to him in the cold darkened gloom.
They were broken, and so was he, three human beings falling apart at the seams.
And they would heal each other because they couldn't heal themselves alone.
They would heal together because they were desperate and bleeding and their time to heal was running out fast.
That's the thing about wounds, they either heal or they kill you.
Now they each had the others, friends to reach out to when in the grip of the bitter black darkness of memories, people to share with, to heal with. Old bleeding wounds would fade to old scars, reminders of pain and triumph, of past and moving forwards, gaping wounds to be healed but never forgotten.
They had each other to keep the currently still seeping gashes from tearing them apart, to slowly stitch it better, over time and with good company wounds would heal. Scars would fade but remain, a reminder of what is owed, of a hand reaching out in the darkest hour, a reminder to never forget bonds forged through bleeding.
Fin.
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