Title: That Girl (1/1)
Characters: Temperance Brennan, Seeley Booth
Rating: PG-13 or T
Spoilers: Through 6x09.
Prompt: Brennan, drowning. Written for
amilyn, for an old Bones comment fic meme located
here.
Summary: Set post-6x09. Sometimes the burdens merely crush us with their weight.
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is
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And thank you. I can't seem to write anything remotely fluffy for these two anymore, but I'm glad this worked for you all the same. ♥
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IKR on the fluff - I've got a little fic on FF that I really want to update, but every time I get the next chap on screen, the fluff keeps descending into hurt silence :/
Your story was lovely :)
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Sometimes she is still that girl: with the too-small or too-large clothes and the trash bag and the flowering bruises and the clumsy, shaking hands and the mouth that can never, ever speak the right words
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Roll over. Stare at the ceiling. Fold back the blanket. One foot on the floor, then the other. Move, Brennan, move
But seriously, the whole thing.
Punch me in the chest, why don't you. (in a good way, don't worry) That was wonderful.
P.S. Why "Katherine" and not Hannah? What'd I miss?
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I'm so glad you liked this, especially the litany of self-commands. I worried it might be a bit much, but then I thought about what even mild depression can feel like for people sometimes, and away I went. It still might strike someone as too much, but hey, at least it worked for you. That is enough for me. :)
Punch me in the chest, why don't you.
I'll take that from you any day. So thanks a thousand times over.
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I worried it might be a bit much, but then I thought about what even mild depression can feel like for people sometimes, and away I went
That is *exactly* what it's like. One foot in front of the other--the only way you keep going. You literally order yourself around like a freaking robot. Pour the milk into the bowl, eat the cereal, watch the clock tick-tock, tick-tock, wait for each minute to pass by, put on the happy face, think of things to do to improve your life & distract yourself because this is stupid & you can get through this, and it feels ENDLESS. Trust me, by the time depression gets severe, if it does, there's almost no such thing as "a bit much" in describing it when it comes to details. It's all about the details, so long as you remember to juxtapose them with everything else sort of just fading away. Because that's what it's like. ( ... )
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For these sentences alone I would have loved this, not matter what the rest had been. But it is all loveable. You bring poetry into the pain and with the recurring One foot on the floor, then the other. Move, Brennan, move. you bring life to Brennan's state of mind.
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I love at the end how she has this hope and that even before she knows, she knows.
I think that once upon a time, before, she wouldn't have known. But they've influenced each other and changed over the years...
Thank you for reading and commenting!
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