Challenge: Bertie's wonderful Bones Comment Fic Meme.
Prompt: "Brennan (pref. B&B), something dealing with the exhumation of mass graves in post-dictatorships in South America (I've yet to see a fic dealing with this)" by shadow_sphinx.
Let's see if we can inject a bit of magical realism into it then. It's probably a little off-prompt, but I had an irresistible urge to write it. :)
Solitude
Many years later, as she faced Booth across the table in the diner, Dr Temperance Brennan was to remember that distant afternoon when an unknown man threw her in a cell in a remote Latin American country.
She knows death. But during those days she knew fear as well – its slightly metallic taste, the rush of adrenaline every time the cell door opened.
I will not be afraid. I will not be afraid. The mantra repeated over and over in the dark.
She never gave a name to the thirteen-year-old girl. So when she sees her in dreams sometimes, she calls her Remedios.
I seem incapable of writing fluffy stuff at the moment – never mind, will try harder. :) And I haven't forgotten about How I Measure My Time, I promise.
In the meantime – please read and review!