A/N: I've been off radar for awhile. I don't have an excuse, so I'll say just cause! Anyways I thought briefly about watching the Sully episodes for inspiration, but fortunately haven't been reduced to that yet, cause you all are providing me with awesome ideas! This one is from soreta. Enjoy!
Romance, thy name is Sully
Tim Sullivan, aka Sully, had rented out a beach house in anticipation of a romantic weekend with his girlfriend. He had gone all out, and was now in the process of attempting to cook. In the middle of his endeavor, Tempe arrived, coughing at all the smoke that was floating around from the numerous candles Sully had lit throughout the room.
While Sully was busy getting her settled, he had left his poor pathetic stab at a decent meal unattended. He could smell something burning. He raced into the kitchen, hearing Tempe's
phone ring as he went. He was trying desperately to put out the flames on the stove when he heard her call to him that she was leaving. Booth had called and she was needed on a case. Got ready to go just as the combined candle smoke and burnt dinner smoke set off the beach house's sprinkler system.
It could've been worse; she could have gotten wet, but as it was, the system was broken and the water just filled the pipes to a breaking point. As Tempe headed out the door, Sully calling after her in vain to come back; he'd worked hard to prepare this special weekend for her, the pipes burst and the house began filling with water. It happened so fast, and Sully couldn't swim and couldn't get the door or windows open to get out. He drowned.
Brennan made it to her car, and was about to head out when the windows of the beach house broke, and the water came spilling out, along with Sully's dead wet body. She watched it float downhill until it stopped just in front of her car. She shrugged, and drove off, running over the body as she went.
A/N: Hope you all liked that one!