Thank you guys for staying with me on this story so far. Thanks for the feedback too. This chapter is dark, but it is mostly backstory and will fill up some questions regarding last chapter. Please enjoy and happy reading! Quick update due to last chapter was too short. Are you ready for an emotional ride? Note: There was another chapter I did put up earlier but I just made it better. I'm sorry for getting your hopes up earlier.
The hell that raises in my veins feed on my soul,
the agonizing pain strings me to my knees,
the demons that fed me lies call themselves friends,
the thought of loosing my happiness terrifies me so,
the thought of loosing my self control makes me feel unhuman,
I stay awake at night,
listening to the sounds of her cries of pain,
of grief,
of loss.
That's the day I couldn't take it anymore.
~v
Even in darkness there is always someone who reaches through to you. Someone who you never thought could ever know the kind of hell you've been through. His heart is torn from the wraths of that evilness that was supposed to love and protect him.
The demon kills the angel because she is too joyful and free, the hungry and powerful attack the weak because they are tormented themselves. His whole life seemed normal at first until his father met those vary demons that consumed all of the good in him.
He was the one who tried to reach out to his father and make him stop hurting his family, but he failed them, he failed to protect them from their pain.
Later in his life he would meet someone who would reach out to him and protected him from those demons; those people.
A flying fist always hit the side of his cheek, because of the drunken man before him. The thought of loving his father terrified him because it hurt too much.
For every bruise he kept hidden, he lied to the vultures that claimed to "know" him. Still they picked and prodded him for the truth of his white lies, but he said nothing before walking away from them.
From a young age, he wanted the kind of love his parents had. Their love made him envious while making his heart warm with awe. His father was once a soldier, a brave and proud man. He was a good man with high goals and a good heart.
Up until those people destroyed him of that.
His mother was quite a trouble maker in his eyes, but the sweetest person ever. She wrote jingles and sang them every time she made christmas dinner for the boys. She was playful and sassy at times, but with the heart of gold. Somewhere in his heart, envy turned into a dream. A dream to have a perfect family, just like his was.
That envy made him want the family he had growing up, before the abuse started.
That is in the past. The past is the past. It's put behind him in such a haste, never wanting to think of it again.
That's when he met her; his equal. The woman who reminded him so much of his mother it just struck him in awe. She was smart, sassy, stubborn, and playful. She had flaws too that made her even more perfect in his eyes.
A woman with great knowledge of the world around her, but with little to no sense on things that seemed irrelevant to her. He was a gambler, a man whose life was doomed to end up with disappointment and anger.
She reminded him so much of his mother that he resented her a little too, almost to a point of blindsiding who she really was underneath. She made his blood boil with anger when she just absentmindedly spoke to people as if they were too stupid to understand her. The sad part to this fairytale beginning was that it was to protected, to impervious to the sense of something great. They didn't know each other and yet called out on their weaknesses. Yet they weren't really weaknesses, only masks for those who didn't look deeper into the imprints of their true personalities.
With each day away, the pull on gravity only became stronger and stronger with each intake of breath. As the would began to spin on it's axis, it pulled apart their universes and turned them upside down until one day it was fixed, until they made their way back to each other.
For years it seemed to go on like this. Every god forbidden day they were seeing the world they thought they knew as black and white, until the day they took their masks off and saw color again. The day they became happy again was when they put their differences aside and focused on their future. Together.
The past is the past. The future is the future. One day at a time, please tell the world this. With each vibrant emotion that is generated amongst ourselves, is the pain from the past make us who we are or aren't?
Now that those past moments were behind him, he knew they would never really go away without taking them head on. He was finally happy with the love of his life and their two in a half month old daughter. Nothing really was worrying him other than the nightmares that kept him up at night, those nightmares that threatened to take toll on that new ground he stood on.
Even after all this time, at dawn in the darkest moments before dawn arises, she is washing dishes. Her back is turned as she sings a little melody to herself. Little does she know, he is watching her in the darkness. His eyes are filled with tears because it reminds him of what his mother used to do before tucking him into bed at night. He turns his head away from her, wanting to go back into his bedroom and cry some more. He is a grown man, he should not be crying about something that happened to him. She is only the reminder that he isn't alone in this world anymore, she would help him get through his nightmares, even if he doesn't want her to.
He closes his eyes and brings his hand to his face. He rubs his temples, taking in a sharp breath. He doesn't want to admit he needs her now, but it is true. He does need her more than he'll ever allow.
So, he slowly makes his way towards her. With his hair disheveled, his eyes bright red and puffy he is so close to her he could almost touch her.
She is unaware of his presence because she is busy with the dishes. He smiles because she normally would deck him for sneaking up on her like that, but his sniper training taught him to be as quiet as a mouse. He slowly wraps his fingers alongside the edges of her jeans and pulls her to him.
"Sorry for startling you." he says softly while burying his head into her shoulder.
"You didn't." she says smiling.
He laughs, she can deny it all she wants. She did get startled. "You did Bones, you jumped!"
She doesn't say anything, just sighs and continues with her dishes.
Everyday was a reminder of what life was really about, love, happiness and life; he cherished what he had. He smiles as she starts to hum again, this time a little softer.
"Where did you hear that tune?" he kisses her ear and rests his cheek against hers.
She glances at him, while her cheeks brighten. His arms around her are stiff and his voice is thick with emotion. It almost sounded like someone punched him in the gut.
"The radio." her confusion deepened. "Why?"
He faces her and removes his hands from her waist. "It's nothing, just reminded me a little of my mother."
"I'm sorry." she stops washing the one dish she is holding and turns the water off.
"It's okay." He turns his back to her and she watches him with a keen eye. She lowers her eyebrows and puts the dish down into the sink. "Seeley, tell me about her."
He closes his eyes and rubs his temples for the second time this evening. "Bones," He faces her again, his face raw with emotion and his voice thick with fear. "I can't now, I just need-" He was going to say 'you' until she moves closer to him and places her hands on his chest. She smiles and moves her forehead to his chin. They stay like that for a while because she knows he needs her warmth, needs her comfort. He takes a deep breath, slips his fingers through hers knowing that she will be patient with him until he will tell her about his mother someday. Her patience always was light, but always rewarding.
"Do you need help?" He asks, tilting his head to the dishes.
That's when she smiles a true genuine smile his way, the kind that always makes his heart melt with happiness.
She kisses him on the cheek and hands him a towel to dry the dishes off with. She knows he will tell her later, when he is ready. She knows him all too well.
"Thank you Temperance." He whispers softly into her hair when she hands him a cup.
*v
Flesh and Bone, compiled together to form a face that's all Temperance Brennan saw now. The body was that of a woman in her early to late thirties and had the bone bruising of that of a crash test dummy.
Brennan's forefinger traced picture carefully, trying to memorize the many patterns of the face that she knew was familiar to her. The victim's jawline was strong, her eyebrows were narrow and her eyes were close to her nose. She was beautiful, and now that Brennan had seen the picture of the woman, the victim before her; she now knew the answer to her friend's worry.
Her eyes slowly made their way towards Angela's, in a slow panic she asked very softly. "Is this a current victim or is it one in limbo." Her coolness didn't go unnoticed by Angela, but she knew all to well that Brennan's head was spinning as well as hers.
Angela broke eye contact. Brennan's eyes were too dark and emotional to stare at any longer. When it seemed like all the air was sucked from the room, Angela took in a deep breath and slowed her pacing around the room. "It's of one in limbo." she said calmly. "She was here for about a year now."
Brennan nodded, clearly emotional because he was just putting himself at ease with his past. He was beginning to be happier and free these last few months and now this.
"How did she die?" Her voice was icy, but emotional. Brennan's eyes scanned the picture then her friend in a swift panic.
"Brennan." she said in a whisper. "It might not even be her." She reassured warmly.
"How did she die!" Brennan asked again, ignoring Angela's reassurance completely. She looked up to her friend moving her hands up in a firry frenzy, the tears just fell helplessly down her face. She heard Olivia cooing in the background but it seemed to go unnoticed by the picture's importance at the moment.
"She-" Angela swallowed nervously and took a deep breath. She knew Brennan would want logic and facts because so she could deal with her emotions better. So, she opened her mouth and gave them to her. "Her hyoid bone was broken, probably by a chicken wire and," She started off calm, but she felt her tears filling the insides of her eyes. "She was stabbed in the chest multiple of times."
Brennan shook her head in disbelief. She didn't want it to be real. It couldn't be real because he was just putting himself at ease with his past. Now, it would only cause him more pain. She looked at the drawing one more time and traced the jaw bone again. Identical to her boyfriends.
"Sweetie-"
"He showed me a picture of her Monday," it came out hasty and more emotional than she planned. "He said that she used to sing to him and he seemed at ease with it." She said, putting her hands up with distress. "I don't want him to be unhappy again Angela."
Angela made her way toward her and wrapped her arms around her friend's shoulders.
"I know sweetie."
Brennan sighed, moving away from Angela. "I love him too much to see him unhappy again."
"Sometimes, though, you have to let the world upset you a little bit to really put yourself at ease." Angela shrugged her shoulders, listening to the air for a minute.
Brennan sniffed and wiped her tears away frustratedly. "Did the interns say when the cause of death was?"
"I don't think so yet, they just said what the cause of death was." Angela said focusing her attention back to the picture in front of her. "Hodgins is working on that now."
Brennan took in a deep shaky breath and nodded, knowing exactly what she was going to do for the man she loved. She was going to silently figure out what happened to his mother. She would tell him when the time was right, but for now, he would just enjoy his happiness.
She bent down to pick up the car seat that laid on the couch. Before she made it all the way out the door, she gave Angela a soft smile and exited the room very quietly.
"You know where to find me." She said softly to the air around her. She knew the moment she drew the picture that it would bring nothing but bad memories for her friends. She closed her eyes knowing that this was going to be a long heartbreaking case for all of them.
The picture that lay forgotten on the floor was that of Seeley Booth's mother. Lillian Marie Booth.
For those who said it was Booth's mother were right. Congrats. I hate doing this to Booth, but I have a great plot line coming up for our heros. So, how do you think Booth will react to the news? Will Brennan tell him right away, or will she keep silent for a while?
