A.N I just wrote it because I was upset. Now I'm less upset. Deal with it. When I started writing I had no timeline but by the end I figured at the end of The Death of the Queen Bee would do just fine. So that's when this is.
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine.
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When she was younger she couldn't imagine what she had done wrong. Now she couldn't fathom what she had done right. In high school no one cared, she sat alone, she ate alone, she walked down the halls alone. The only reason people knew who she was was so they could know to steer clear of "Morticia". She remembered the looks and the not-quiet-enough whispers. She remembered them with surprising clarity and although now if someone said the same things to her she wouldn't even have the fleeting thought to hang her head as she walked as she had as a child. Now, though, she had a family. If someone were to say something damaging to her, she'd have people there to rebuild the broken confidence, after of course the perpetrator was thoroughly taken care of. It was easier now. She had friends and a family. Her chosen family. What was left of her biological family was still surprisingly absent from her life. Which brought her back to the question begging to be answered "What had she done right?" To everyone, including her Jeffersonian family, she was still entirely empirical. She still could be cold, closed off, and naïve. Of course they knew she could be the complete opposite of that sometimes but, the thing was… They had taken the time to learn that, when no one else in her world ever had. As she looked around the table of her laughing friends, she figured, maybe some questions did need answering and just to "Go with the flow" as Booth and Angela told her. In that moment she decided to jump into the metaphorical water where her family was and let the "flow" carry her wherever it may.
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AN: Kinda good for a 10 min fic, don't you agree? It's getting easier =) I'm still working on my other stories, fret not. I mean, if you care that is.