Hello! Hello! Thank you soooo much for your kind reviews - it really makes me excited! Like, really really excited! Please keep them up! The beginning of this story has been sitting on my computer since season five ended - I never intended on publishing it seeing as there are sooooo many awesome stories out there but it's been fun and I find I am motivated by your comments! Thanks again, I hope you like it (I am getting more nervous as this progresses)
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Oh, Bones, I really do miss you!
So... a derelict discourse hey? I'm up for that – let's deduce!
You're frustrated because... what, you can't control your perceptions? Desires? Thoughts? And they are related to our partnership. You're kinda gonna have to be a bit more specific here Bones. I don't want to be putting words into your mouth.
What is your perception of our partnership? You use the word with present tense, though, without wanting to sound cynical, our partnership was dissolved when we split ways and put 3,500 miles between us.
Don't be offended by this, Bones – I still think of you as my partner in an affectionate kinda way – sorta like how you'll always be Bones to me. But, in the interest of truth and logic (hail Lord Logic!) – we aren't really partners anymore are we? (Geez, it kinda hurts to say that...)
When you say these issues relate to our partnership, could you be referring maybe to our relationship or friendship or are you referring to our past work in solving crime? Don't wanna get picky or anything but if you want to clear out those compartments in your head – you gotta have the right labels on them or it just confuses the issue even more.
I dunno, Bones, I honestly wish I could just... clear it all out for you – make you see things for what they are and get you back to your supersonic brain speed. I would move heaven and earth to solve it for you if I just knew how.
You are so outa this world, Bones. I don't know how to take you sometimes – I am in awe of your intelligence yet you constantly surprise me with your naivety – that's a good thing Bones – a very good thing but, it tends to take me by surprise is all ;)
Without belittling your frustration, (cause, trust me, I know it's frustrating) don't you realise that what you described in your email is the general angst of the larger population? We are all a bit screwed up Bones. We all agonize over being able to control our thoughts and our desires. I muse daily over the unanswerable mystery that is/was our partnership/friendship/relationship (or whatever the hell you want to label it as)
I don't know if 3,500 miles was the best of solutions for it but, I guess beggars can't be choosers, hey Bones?
Anyway, I know that you needed this, and I am proud of you, Bones, I really am. You are going to lead the discoveries that will be discussed in standard classrooms curriculum for centuries to come – with or without a Seely Booth shrinking session.
I really am flattered, by the way, that you chose me to have a derelict discourse with over Sweets – very thoughtful of you Bones! (OK, "truth zone" – considering you may not read the sarcasm that the last sentence was laced with – really, Bones – you considered going to that kid for advice over your old partner? ;) I am offended! Lol!
OK, well, take care Bones, don't do anything I wouldn't do. ;)
Missing you,
Your Friend and Partner,
Booth
Ps: Did you hear about the guy whose whole left side was cut off? He's all right now. *wink, wink*
(there you go! – that's the face I miss. See ya Bones :)