A/N~ It's been 3 years since that rainy night when Brennan confessed her feelings to Booth. This is my first Bones fic ever, and my first fan fic since the late 90's (and some really horrible Dawson's Creek fics!) Each chapter will contain selected lyrics from Ani Difranco. I figured I might as well pair my favorite musician with my favorite show. Enjoy, and please review!
I do not own Bones or any rights to anything, including the lyrics in this chapter, which are from"Knuckle down" by Ani DiFranco.
Prologue
i think i'm done gunnin to get closer
to some imagined bliss
i gotta knuckle down
and just be ok with this
i'm gonna knuckle down
just be ok with this
'course that star struck girl is already someone i miss…
Brennan wiped the mixture of rain and tears from her face, staring at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She moved back, leaning up against the bathroom wall, and then slowly sinking down to the floor.
She felt like she was drowning.
All the events of the past year running through her mind, she felt powerless, and she hated that feeling most of all.
She sat there, knees pulled up under her chin and face rested in her hands for hours as she went through the options before her.
When she finally could no longer stand another moment in her damp clothing, she pulled herself up and walked to the bedroom to change.
She slowly removed her clothing, as if she was peeling away the memories of the evening. She dug through her closet looking for her favorite jeans and a comfortable sweater. Once fully dressed, she picked her luggage up from the bottom of her closet and started packing.
It took several hours to go through her entire apartment, making sure she had everything she needed. She then spent the next hour carefully packing up her car, arranging each suitcase and box to make the best use of space. When she was finished, it was nearly daylight.
She stood in the middle of her apartment, circling around once more to make sure she had not forgotten anything.
She pulled out her cell phone and dialed Cam's number. When it went straight to voicemail, she sighed in relief and carefully spoke her resignation. She apologized for the abrupt manor in which she was leaving and then paused; "… and Cam, please, don't look for me" her voice breaking midway through.
After she placed her phone back into her pocket, she turned off each light and headed to the door, car keys in hand. As she locked the door behind her, a wave of relief rushed over her, and for the first time in awhile she felt like she could breathe.
…..i swear some stuff you just see better from further away
and i think i communicate best now, the less i say…..