[paradisa] Application
NAME: Emily
JOURNAL: iluroadrunner6
EMAIL: iluvroadrunner6@yahoo.com
AIM: iluvroadrunner6
WIKI NAME: iluvroadrunner
CHARACTERS: TBD
CHARACTER NAME: Dr. Lance Sweets
FANDOM: Bones
CANON: 412: Fire in the Ice
WHAT THEY LOST: The memory of Zack’s confession from 404: The Perfect Pieces in the Purple Pond.
PERSONALITY: Sweets is extremely intelligent. He’s only twenty-three years old and has already completed his doctorate and become a psychologist for the FBI, which means he entered his undergraduate study at the age of fourteen or fifteen. He tries to balance his intellect by using a lot of common vernacular in his speech. USADA Julian often tells him to use ‘big boy words’ when he’s testifying in court. Also due to his high intelligence, he can push his professional opinion on people without their asking, and has a tendency stick to the fact that he is right, even when doing so is somewhat obnoxious on his part.
Generally speaking, Sweets is very laid back and easy going. He tries to get along well with most of the people he works with, and to fit in, but at times, due to his age, profession, personality, etc., he’s consistently seen as an outsider, looking in on the happenings in the lab, which really brings to light the nosier end of his personality. He is generally graceful when dismissed, at least when he’s in charge in a professional capacity. He is very good at reading people, however, which makes him an asset to the team as a profiler, and, on occasion, a place to go for support or advice. He tries however, to have his co-workers best interests at heart, regardless of some exceptions that he makes in the name of his own research (i.e., not telling Brennan that Booth wasn’t really dead in the beginning of 316: The Pain in the Heart in order to perform an experiment).
THIRD-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE: He knew that pushing the issue of Booth’s father in the interrogation room would get an adverse reaction. His defense was that he was just doing his job-Booth was a suspect, and given that information he had to use what he knew and what he could see in order to get an accurate answer-but Booth knew better, and Booth was probably right. And Sweets tended to hate it when Booth was right, because that meant he was starting at square one with the trust building all over again.
He probably should take that as a sign that there were some issues he shouldn’t push, but professionally-and maybe a little personally-he just couldn’t help himself.
He’d seen Booth in action. He considered a hockey game an accurate measure of what kind of aggression a person was capable of, and this didn’t disappoint. There was anger boiling under the surface of what was normally a cool, calm, and collected FBI agent (he broke his hand on the guy’s helmet, for Christ’s sake)-anger that needed to be addressed, and sooner, rather than later. Bottling up that kind of emotion with only one slightly unhealthy outlet for it was never a good thing-the kid of thing that was prone to make a man explode with just the slightest trigger, and given the situations that Booth was usually in? That was prone to be happening sooner, rather than later.
All Sweets wanted to do was help.
As expected, however, the help was thrown back in his face, as the reason for the anger was a subject Booth didn’t want to approach. He guarded it as tightly and carefully as he guarded his feelings regarding his partner, and every other secret he’d ever kept. While Sweets tried to offer a more conducive outlet for the anger, it was shoved in his face. That, however, was nothing new, and not something he was going to push. Booth would come to him when he was ready. Eventually.
Or, at least, so he hoped.
FIRST-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE: They shouldn’t work. They shouldn’t and they do and that’s what makes them totally fascinating as well as totally frustrating. I mean, I understand Doctor Brennan’s innate skepticism of the psychological profession, given the work she does, because even I’m one to admit that there’s no concrete evidence for behavioral analysis-at least, nothing she would view as evidence or fact. Emotional inference isn’t exactly a driving force in the work she does. That compared to Booth’s initial inability to take me seriously made for them to be a formidable opponent.
So to speak.
There’s still the fact of the matter being that they shouldn’t work. They shouldn’t. They’re completely opposite personality types-so opposite that even “opposites attract” shouldn’t apply. And yet-they manage not to kill each other on a regular basis, and have a pretty remarkable friendship, underlying sexual tension included. And I get to study them.
I knew there was a reason why I loved my job.