I seem to write best when something in the ipakita is left hanging, so I'm Pagsulat a fanfiction on the most kamakailan episode, the season 4 finale. I haven't written in a while, so I'm a bit rusty. Leave comments on anything and everything you think of while reading! I appreciate all feedback :)
The words echoed in her head, bouncing off all sides, just to reach a new wall. She just wanted to lock the worry and hurt she felt into a small box that she could open at her own leisure. She wanted to focus on skeletons and dead people, anomalies and birth defects. The facts, the things that were constant and real, and couldn't change. She didn't want to feel, she didn't want to pag-ibig or hate, or anything in between.
Why? Why couldn't he have forgotten Sid or Dr. Sweets? I'm sure he would have liked to forget Sweets, then he'd have a reason to skip therapy. Temperance thought as she stared blankly at her computer screen. She sighed and began typing. She wrote the whole story over again, the same story she'd been Pagsulat when he'd woken up. That's all she ever wrote, she never wanted to forget it. It was strange how she could recall every word with such ease. Every now and then she would mix it up, have her and Booth bicker or Angela call her 'Sweetie', just to mix it with reality a little more. But this time was just like most, and she kept it exactly the same.
As she finished the last few words, she began to read it over; cherishing each lie, each time Booth touched her affectionately or looked at her with madami than just a partners' look. She smiled as she reached the end, thinking to herself that maybe this could happen one day.
But then she remembered something Booth had once told her: Cops get stuck, we bring in people like you: Squints. you know, you squint at things.
And he was right, she was a Squint. She belonged in the lab, just like Hodgins, Zack, Wendall and all of them.
Her line of thought was broken, however, when Dr. Sweets poked his head in, saying, "Dr. Brennan, may I have a word with you?"
She turned her head towards him and nodded, turning back towards her computer. She held the BACKSPACE button and watched as each letter, sentence, and paragraph disappeared. She turned back to Sweets when the screen was blank.
He cleared his throat and began, "I know that you and Agent Booth were closer than just partners, and I know that this must be extremely hard for you, ibingiay what's happened in the pa-"
"Sweets, I don't need to talk to you. I'm fine." she lied. She hated false compassion. Booth never talked to her like that, he never had to fake. He truly did care. In fact, he didn't even need to say anything. He was one of those people that just being with them made everything better.
"I know you think that compartmentalizing fixes all problems, but in this situation-"
"No, I don't think that. And this 'situation' is no different than any other I've been in. I'm fine, Sweets." She sinabi again. She felt as if that's all she sinabi these days (out loud, any way). If Booth were his normal self, though, she'd tell him how she really felt. That she wasn't fine, no matter how hard she tried to be or pretended to be. It was hard to admit, even to herself, but she had forged a bond between herself and Booth, and she almost regretted it now. She had put herself in front of road that often had huge meat-carrying trucks speed sa pamamagitan ng on. She had been hit sa pamamagitan ng one, and all because the bright lights had stunner her, mesmerized her even. The headlights of that ruck were like Booth's eyes, she just hadn't been able to look away. And now here she was, having a therapy session with herself while Sweets talked to her, completely oblivious to the fact that she just wasn't listening.
"-And you have everyone else here for you too. I mean Angela would definately talk to you or listen to you, if you wanted to talk to someone you felt madami comfortable around....And I think you should know that it's...possible...that Booth could get his memory back. Time truly could heal this." He finished with a sheepish smile, as if he regretted bringing up Booth.
"Sweets, I'd like to get back to work now. I have a lot of paperwork...A body was found near the baya that I need to look at. I'm not sure if they suspect foul play or not, so this could be a murder..." She stared at her desk. If this was a murder, it would be so much harder for her. Losing Booth like that was one thing, but making it even madami real. She'd have to get a new FBI agent to work with, seeing as Booth was still recuperating. She waited until Sweets left before letting a single tear fall, and not the first because of Booth; just one the few when he wasn't around to wipe away.
The words echoed in her head, bouncing off all sides, just to reach a new wall. She just wanted to lock the worry and hurt she felt into a small box that she could open at her own leisure. She wanted to focus on skeletons and dead people, anomalies and birth defects. The facts, the things that were constant and real, and couldn't change. She didn't want to feel, she didn't want to pag-ibig or hate, or anything in between.
Why? Why couldn't he have forgotten Sid or Dr. Sweets? I'm sure he would have liked to forget Sweets, then he'd have a reason to skip therapy. Temperance thought as she stared blankly at her computer screen. She sighed and began typing. She wrote the whole story over again, the same story she'd been Pagsulat when he'd woken up. That's all she ever wrote, she never wanted to forget it. It was strange how she could recall every word with such ease. Every now and then she would mix it up, have her and Booth bicker or Angela call her 'Sweetie', just to mix it with reality a little more. But this time was just like most, and she kept it exactly the same.
As she finished the last few words, she began to read it over; cherishing each lie, each time Booth touched her affectionately or looked at her with madami than just a partners' look. She smiled as she reached the end, thinking to herself that maybe this could happen one day.
But then she remembered something Booth had once told her: Cops get stuck, we bring in people like you: Squints. you know, you squint at things.
And he was right, she was a Squint. She belonged in the lab, just like Hodgins, Zack, Wendall and all of them.
Her line of thought was broken, however, when Dr. Sweets poked his head in, saying, "Dr. Brennan, may I have a word with you?"
She turned her head towards him and nodded, turning back towards her computer. She held the BACKSPACE button and watched as each letter, sentence, and paragraph disappeared. She turned back to Sweets when the screen was blank.
He cleared his throat and began, "I know that you and Agent Booth were closer than just partners, and I know that this must be extremely hard for you, ibingiay what's happened in the pa-"
"Sweets, I don't need to talk to you. I'm fine." she lied. She hated false compassion. Booth never talked to her like that, he never had to fake. He truly did care. In fact, he didn't even need to say anything. He was one of those people that just being with them made everything better.
"I know you think that compartmentalizing fixes all problems, but in this situation-"
"No, I don't think that. And this 'situation' is no different than any other I've been in. I'm fine, Sweets." She sinabi again. She felt as if that's all she sinabi these days (out loud, any way). If Booth were his normal self, though, she'd tell him how she really felt. That she wasn't fine, no matter how hard she tried to be or pretended to be. It was hard to admit, even to herself, but she had forged a bond between herself and Booth, and she almost regretted it now. She had put herself in front of road that often had huge meat-carrying trucks speed sa pamamagitan ng on. She had been hit sa pamamagitan ng one, and all because the bright lights had stunner her, mesmerized her even. The headlights of that ruck were like Booth's eyes, she just hadn't been able to look away. And now here she was, having a therapy session with herself while Sweets talked to her, completely oblivious to the fact that she just wasn't listening.
"-And you have everyone else here for you too. I mean Angela would definately talk to you or listen to you, if you wanted to talk to someone you felt madami comfortable around....And I think you should know that it's...possible...that Booth could get his memory back. Time truly could heal this." He finished with a sheepish smile, as if he regretted bringing up Booth.
"Sweets, I'd like to get back to work now. I have a lot of paperwork...A body was found near the baya that I need to look at. I'm not sure if they suspect foul play or not, so this could be a murder..." She stared at her desk. If this was a murder, it would be so much harder for her. Losing Booth like that was one thing, but making it even madami real. She'd have to get a new FBI agent to work with, seeing as Booth was still recuperating. She waited until Sweets left before letting a single tear fall, and not the first because of Booth; just one the few when he wasn't around to wipe away.
