Analysis Report 150513/AR67/A
Evaluation of Recent Stimuli For Oxytocin
As compiled by Dr. T. Brennan, Ph.D
Values suggest that the observed as follows are of significance and warrants further examination to contribute to the analysis.
Temperance Brennan did not recall any other life than this one. she did not recall being Joy or Russ being Kyle.
What she remembered was feeling loved and how she never expected to feel that way again.
Though it wasn't immediate, when she left the room after seeing her mother's face on the Angelanator she retched. Over and over she lost her composure and felt fifteen years old again.
She felt alone
It made her sick
She'd been alone for a long time.
Since her parents disappeared and Russ took off.
But being alone. . .
and being alone seemed to be two very different things.
The first of these is Subject A, categorized as "Missing" as of May 2012. Subject A is biological offspring of the Scientist.
Her daughter had been born healthily enough, had ten fingers and toes, and a bit of dark hair on her head.
She had been named and even christianed at Booth's behest. Her life was full of "uncles" and a few "aunts", and even what Angela deemed her "cousin".
She was a fairly happy baby, though she was prone to crying at inopportune times.
Temperance Brennan loved her daughter, of that she never doubted. Of that, no one who knew her at all could everdoubt.
She had given her a home, and people who loved her. She'd given her everything she could think of, everything that her child would need as she grew. She set up college funds and bought her clothes.
She gave her daughter a mother and a father who adored her beyond reason.
Until one day, it was all gone.
The second of these is Subject B, also of "Missing" status beginning May 2012. Subject B is father of Subject A and partner to the Scientist.
There came a time where she knew pain was inevitable.
She'd had so many encounters with it, it was to be. . . expected, was it not?
Nothing about her life had ever been easy, had it? And this relationship with Booth certainly seemed easy enough.
But all good things must end, in some way-some shape or manner in the very least.
Still, she wasn't expecting it to come so soon and so harshly.
Oh how she loved their little girl, the soft tuft of brown hair on her head and the pale blue of her eyes.
It was almost ironic, really, the way things were torn apart.
A year to the day that her little angel had been conceived-to the day that Vincent had been murdered-her partner and her daughter were gone.
With no explanation, really.
[Delete file named Analysis Report 150513/AR67/A?]
She clicked no before typing in a few last words.
No.
I miss them._
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