A/N: Thought I'd squeeze in one of these before I call it a night. This lovely piece suggested by shrimps1995. Enjoy!!
Sully makes it rain
Tim Sullivan, aka Sully, was sailing around the world. He was circling Africa when he decided to call his girlfriend. He did so, and found out that she was actually nearby, studying a group of people who had been isolated from civilization for hundreds of years.
Thrilled that he could see her, he steered his boat for land. Weeks later, he found her. She was with Booth, who had insisted on tagging along. Sully greeted Tempe warmly and was surprised at the lukewarm bordering on cool greeting he received in return. She was working, she told him; he shouldn't have come.
He was about to argue that Booth was there, but figured he must be her bodyguard or something. He had read other studies about this particular tribe and knew they were big into human sacrifice, but at the same time, seemed to tolerate anthropologists living amongst them.
It was most likely precaution, he thought. He wandered around, suddenly feeling tired after his previous journey to the tribe's lands. He leaned up against a totem. He leaned a little too hard though, and the totem fell to the side into the fire. Sully fell to the ground at the loss of support but avoided the fire. When he stood back up, brushing himself off, he found that he was surrounded by angry people.
It turned out he had knocked over their sacred totem that represented the god of rain. In order to appease the god, a human sacrifice was in order. And Sully had been responsible for the totem being destroyed.
He was sacrificed brutally, his heart cut out of his chest. He was then dumped into the fire. As soon as his body began to burn, it started to rain, bringing relief to the dry land. Brennan and Booth stood off to the side and observed, Brennan taking notes during the entire thing.
A/N: Hope you liked that one! Lemme know, and I could always use more ideas. I get to them all eventually!!