April Showers prompt 1: knowing (Bones)
Title: knowing
Author: delightedly
Prompt: April showers #1:
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Fandom: Bones
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Booth/Brennan
Genre: romance
Rating & Warnings: PG, very mild talk of corpses.
Word Count: 419
Summary: sometimes all it takes is time. spoilers up til 6x16: Blackout in the Blizzard. set a year in the future.
It is nothing particularly remarkable, Booth thinks, and with that he is disgusted at how his mind has normalized corpses over the years. This one is lying prone in a flower bed, budding lilacs peeking out from in between ribs as the April rain batters their pink petals and the last remnants of flesh clinging desperately on to the skeleton. Bones is running her fingers down the sternum, hooking her pinky on the edge of a vertebrae. She touches the bones reverently as if they could, at any moment, fade to dust in her palms. Crouching down beside her Booth brings his umbrella over her soaked hair and she glances up in annoyance.
"You're blocking out the light, Booth," she says, reaching into her belt for a penlight and turning back to the bones. "Victim is male, probably between twenty-two and thirty years of age. I can't be sure without cleanup but these deep grooves on the C2 to C4 vertebrae suggest foul play."
"Not to mention the gaping hole in his forehead," Booth points out. She glares at him, cheeks pale and lips slightly parted as her wet hair slicks to her temples. Against his will Booth reaches up, brushes the stray strands back from her face, hand tracing the side of her face down to her cheek and her face softens and in that moment Booth wonders what would happen if he leaned in to kiss the rain from her cheekbones.
"That's conjecture," Bones murmurs, all irritation gone from her wavering voice as her eyes hold his. "From what I can see so far of - of the fractures around the hole the body could very well have... fallen from a height of -"
Booth smiles, thumb hovering nervously by the edge of her lips. "Are you going to do the math?" he asks softly and she quirks a smile back at him.
"Are you going to stop me?"
He remembers a conversation like this a year ago when they sent their wishes into the air on flames, and he remembers the numbers he scribbled on that scrap of paper, and he remembers the look in her eyes as the writing turned to ash in the air. He remembers how angry he felt. And now? Now, as the rain beats a rhythm on his umbrella?
"Boy, April sure is the cruellest month," comes Cam's voice from the other side of the hill, and Bones springs to her feet to greet her with a barrage of squint talk as Booth swallows and stands, squares his shoulders and knows.
Author: delightedly
Prompt: April showers #1:
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Fandom: Bones
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Booth/Brennan
Genre: romance
Rating & Warnings: PG, very mild talk of corpses.
Word Count: 419
Summary: sometimes all it takes is time. spoilers up til 6x16: Blackout in the Blizzard. set a year in the future.
It is nothing particularly remarkable, Booth thinks, and with that he is disgusted at how his mind has normalized corpses over the years. This one is lying prone in a flower bed, budding lilacs peeking out from in between ribs as the April rain batters their pink petals and the last remnants of flesh clinging desperately on to the skeleton. Bones is running her fingers down the sternum, hooking her pinky on the edge of a vertebrae. She touches the bones reverently as if they could, at any moment, fade to dust in her palms. Crouching down beside her Booth brings his umbrella over her soaked hair and she glances up in annoyance.
"You're blocking out the light, Booth," she says, reaching into her belt for a penlight and turning back to the bones. "Victim is male, probably between twenty-two and thirty years of age. I can't be sure without cleanup but these deep grooves on the C2 to C4 vertebrae suggest foul play."
"Not to mention the gaping hole in his forehead," Booth points out. She glares at him, cheeks pale and lips slightly parted as her wet hair slicks to her temples. Against his will Booth reaches up, brushes the stray strands back from her face, hand tracing the side of her face down to her cheek and her face softens and in that moment Booth wonders what would happen if he leaned in to kiss the rain from her cheekbones.
"That's conjecture," Bones murmurs, all irritation gone from her wavering voice as her eyes hold his. "From what I can see so far of - of the fractures around the hole the body could very well have... fallen from a height of -"
Booth smiles, thumb hovering nervously by the edge of her lips. "Are you going to do the math?" he asks softly and she quirks a smile back at him.
"Are you going to stop me?"
He remembers a conversation like this a year ago when they sent their wishes into the air on flames, and he remembers the numbers he scribbled on that scrap of paper, and he remembers the look in her eyes as the writing turned to ash in the air. He remembers how angry he felt. And now? Now, as the rain beats a rhythm on his umbrella?
"Boy, April sure is the cruellest month," comes Cam's voice from the other side of the hill, and Bones springs to her feet to greet her with a barrage of squint talk as Booth swallows and stands, squares his shoulders and knows.