Bones Ficlet: The Wonder
Title: The Wonder
Author: pharmduh
Characters: Booth/Brennan
Rating: K
Spoilers: Nothing specific, maybe "Aliens in a Spaceship"
Summary: She's never had much use for poetry.
She has never wondered what exactly it is that keeps the stars apart.
Never has had any use for such abstract metaphors.
She needed something tangible to define love - the skeleton of one boy cradling his brother as he died, trapped in a spaceship. Booth seemed to understand this, as he did many things about her that she was still trying to puzzle through.
Some days they would drive down to the park and sit just so on the bench in front of the merry-go-round. The lights would dance in front of their eyes as the sky grew dark, a crumpled napkin and sticky lips the only remnants of their ice cream cones. If she leaned her head against his shoulder it was okay; his shoulders were broad and solid and warm.
On the weekends he had Parker she would watch them from her blanket under a tree, trying to sketch out similarities in her mind. She could tell they were father and son from the way Parker’s hands fit under Booth’s on the football. Sometimes it was their matching smiles as Booth swung Parker around effortlessly. When Booth looked over at her she would wave and smile too, more so at her own flights of fancy.
He once took her to see some film about working at a museum but she was never quite sure what made him think she would enjoy watching the exhibits come to life. She remembered leaning over the plastic cup holder and fountain drink to tug on his t-shirt and he did his level best to silence her, glad for the foresight to sit away from the other patrons. Truth be told she didn’t recall much of the movie.
The nights they didn’t have to work the next morning they would unwind with a bottle or two. Sometimes with Angela and Cam and Hodgins, sometimes it was just the two of them watching the city move under her apartment. Sometimes she felt dizzy enough to lean against him as they stood by the window. He would of course catch her.
Sometimes he made her so dizzy that she couldn’t bring herself to stop. That too was okay.
It might have not been love, not really; she would not presume to know either way. But it was real. And that was all that mattered to her.
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
-- e.e. cummings
Happy Valentine's Day.
Here is a link to the poem in its entirety - carry your heart with me (i carry it in
Author: pharmduh
Characters: Booth/Brennan
Rating: K
Spoilers: Nothing specific, maybe "Aliens in a Spaceship"
Summary: She's never had much use for poetry.
She has never wondered what exactly it is that keeps the stars apart.
Never has had any use for such abstract metaphors.
She needed something tangible to define love - the skeleton of one boy cradling his brother as he died, trapped in a spaceship. Booth seemed to understand this, as he did many things about her that she was still trying to puzzle through.
Some days they would drive down to the park and sit just so on the bench in front of the merry-go-round. The lights would dance in front of their eyes as the sky grew dark, a crumpled napkin and sticky lips the only remnants of their ice cream cones. If she leaned her head against his shoulder it was okay; his shoulders were broad and solid and warm.
On the weekends he had Parker she would watch them from her blanket under a tree, trying to sketch out similarities in her mind. She could tell they were father and son from the way Parker’s hands fit under Booth’s on the football. Sometimes it was their matching smiles as Booth swung Parker around effortlessly. When Booth looked over at her she would wave and smile too, more so at her own flights of fancy.
He once took her to see some film about working at a museum but she was never quite sure what made him think she would enjoy watching the exhibits come to life. She remembered leaning over the plastic cup holder and fountain drink to tug on his t-shirt and he did his level best to silence her, glad for the foresight to sit away from the other patrons. Truth be told she didn’t recall much of the movie.
The nights they didn’t have to work the next morning they would unwind with a bottle or two. Sometimes with Angela and Cam and Hodgins, sometimes it was just the two of them watching the city move under her apartment. Sometimes she felt dizzy enough to lean against him as they stood by the window. He would of course catch her.
Sometimes he made her so dizzy that she couldn’t bring herself to stop. That too was okay.
It might have not been love, not really; she would not presume to know either way. But it was real. And that was all that mattered to her.
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
-- e.e. cummings
Happy Valentine's Day.
Here is a link to the poem in its entirety - carry your heart with me (i carry it in