206 Bones - Lance Sweets - PG
Title: 206 Bones
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Bones
Rating: PG
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Lance Sweets
Warning(s): N/A
Spoiler(s): 4.21 "Mayhem on the Cross"
Prompt(s): fanfic100 , "074. Dark", Table
Word Count: 260
Rants: I adore Sweets (almost as much as I adore Zack). This episode made me so sad.
Summary: Sweets found his place in the world.
Disclaimer: Bones is copyright of it's respectful owners
When Sweets had entered the warehouse he knew this was where he belonged - not socially, economically or physically - but mentally. The music was loud and fast, and he could feel the drums in his bones. This was the kind of noise his heart needed, the lyrics appealing to his own wandering mind.
He didn’t always feel the need to hate everything, but when you didn’t really fit in the world as it was, and there was nothing you could do to change it, what did that leave? Fast guitars, banging drums and lyrics about hating everything.
And it’s not like his life revolved around any of this. It was just a heavy, dark and relatively safe alternative to the one that had appealed to him so strongly in high school. Here, with other people who felt the same, this is where he belonged. Even more so when you take into account that half the people here were on the same socially accepted pedestal of achievement with little moral support as him and looking for a safe outlet for release.
So no, Sweets wasn’t ashamed. He might have told Booth he was over this kind of stuff, but it really wasn’t any of Booth’s business. If Booth wasn’t going to share his personal life and struggles with Sweets, then Sweets was inclined to do the same with Booth.
Everyone needed to belong. Sweets had found his niche in dark, abandoned buildings with people on drugs and bands condemning life. That’s all that mattered, Sweets knew that, and he accepted it gladly.