A/N: Ok, so a show of hands as to who thought I was gone forever?? Well, I am back, and starting with this lovely Sully death as a warm-up cause I haven't written in so long. I was honestly all set to update last month but my dear bunny Pippi died suddenly and I just wasn't in the mood for awhile. For anyone who has, has had, or knows someone who has a rabbit, you know what wonderful pets they can be. Also, I admit to watching Eddie McClintock's new series on Syfy. I'll also admit to liking it. But, he's not taking Bones away from Booth in this show, so I guess it's all right. Sully still sucks as a character. This idea is from RavennaNightwind. Enjoy!
Chapter 43: Luck of the Sully
Tim Sullivan, aka Sully, was watching the St. Patrick's Day Parade. Live. Not on TV. And he was enjoying himself a little too much. Maybe it was because he could see his girlfriend Temperance Brennan across the street between floats. After she'd said she didn't want to go. Or maybe it was because not only could he see her, but also her partner Booth, between floats. They were there together. Or, and this was most likely to be the case, it was because he could see them making out between floats.
Whatever the reason, Sully had been driven into the bar behind him time after time for mug after mug of green beer. Sufficiently intoxicated, he stumbled around the crowd, hitting on unsuspecting women, pointing out Tempe to senior citizens who wanted to enjoy the parade, and scaring small children. Rebuffed by about the tenth woman he'd attempted to ask out, he stumbled into the street, where he was hit by a parade float. There was a small gasp from several people that Sully hadn't gotten around to terrorizing yet. Everyone else was relieved and cheers and applause could also be heard. The people who were the cause of Sully's drunken parade viewing didn't notice, too wrapped up in each other. After a moment, Sully got up, brushed himself off and stumbled in the wake of the parade float, attempting to climb on the back to get at the winner of the Miss St. Patrick's Day contest.
A/N: Yes, I kind of fibbed in the beginning about this being a Sully death. The idea was to freak you all out. Are you freaked?? If so, my work here is done. Thanks for reading and hopefully I'll update this soon!