(The Sin in the Sisterhood - The Finder)

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I really don't own Bones.

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You could love a lot of people in this world, but there's only one person that you love the most.

And of course she had to ask me: How do you know which person you love the most when you're confused by chemical messages traveling throughout your limbic system?

My answer: you just do.

Of course she had to know because she's an empiricist: What if you let that person get away?

I tried to assure her: That person's not going anywhere.

She was confused and I tried to help her and all I did was confuse myself or did I?

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How does a man live with someone and love them, but have a friend and partner that they love more, that they love the most? If you think that isn't some messed up shit then you are crazy as hell.

I'm not sure how I got myself into this predicament and the only way I could see to get out of it was to go all in with the one I was living with. I'm an honorable man, well I try to be. Bones said she didn't want me and I backed off. She was afraid of emotional entanglements and after 6 years there was no hope that I could see that I could convince her that I really loved her. There was no hope that she would allow me to love her.

I can't live without hope. The only time I tried, I almost killed myself. That's what it's like to live with someone who is without hope. My father's hopes and dreams died and he wanted his sons and wife to live without them too.

I looked for someone else that would love me and I found her, but I didn't love her as much as I love Bones. A man can go crazy wanting something they can't have. Maybe that's what happened to me. For a while I was insane. That would at least explain what happened between me and Hannah and Bones. I lost my mind and I didn't move back into the world of reality until I forced the issue between Hannah and me and I asked her to marry me.

The rage of rejection forced me to look at myself and those around me and it made me realize that wishing something doesn't make it so. My hopes were destroyed and it forced me to give up my fantasies.

I wanted my Bones and I couldn't have her. I tried to move on and that failed too. I tried to force myself to live in a reality that never existed. It was a false hope and when that false hope was destroyed it almost destroyed me with it.

But hope was still there. It was singed and weak but it was still there and with it, I was able to accept that things had changed while I was living in my fantasy world . . . while I was insane.

Bones has changed. The empiricist had found her hope and her strength and she's been waiting for me to do the same. Hope isn't dead for either of us, Thank God.

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Just a little something something that popped into my head while watching "The Finder". Let me know what you think of it.