What the Heart Knows (Double Drabble #40)
Feb. 19th, 2008 10:49 amCharacters: Booth, Brennan, Sully
Series: All That Lies Between Us
Prompt Table: Romance
Written for:
Prompt: #7 (Bliss)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Timeline: Set at the very end of The Bodies in the Book.
Spoilers: Through The Bodies in the Book.
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely meant to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.
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Booth drew it himself--that solid black line between them--intending to permanently separate "you" and "me" from the risky territory of "us."
But what does the human heart know of geometry, geography, or cartography?
It knows blood, like his fingertips know the rasp of dried blood and Technicolor bruises blooming obscenely on her pale skin.
It knows fear, as time slows down and speeds up, sucking the air from his lungs as surely as it devours the air in her metal prison.
And it knows envy, that cardinal sin, as Booth stands frozen, watching through her office window with wide eyes while she kisses another man.
Sully has dark hair and dark eyes, and he carries a badge just like he does. But he isn't him.
Booth's feet move because he forces them to, taking him away from the lab that bustles with his people. Unfortunately, the physical distance doesn't do anything for the unwanted afterimage branded into his retinas.
Brennan's happiness matters; he's glad she's finally doing something besides staring at moldy old bones, isn't he?
As Booth steps outside, a bitter smile twists his lips. God must exist; no one else could have this perfect a sense of irony.
Author's Note: Tell me you didn't want to hug Booth when you saw the look on his face during the last scene of The Bodies in the Book.
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Date: 2008-02-19 04:33 pm (UTC)- Wah!
That scene gets me every time. Him with his little file - poor Booth. A definite hug him moment.
I loved this to pieces:
It knows blood, like his fingertips know the rasp of dried blood and Technicolor bruises blooming obscenely on her pale skin.
It knows fear, as time slows down and speeds up, sucking the air from his lungs as surely as it devours the air in her metal prison.
And it knows envy, that cardinal sin, as Booth stands frozen, watching through her office window with wide eyes while she kisses another man.
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Date: 2008-02-19 04:34 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-02-19 08:37 pm (UTC)Wah, indeed. I sympathize with Booth, but the stupid, stubborn, honorable man did it to himself. Fortunately, he's so pretty when he's suffering. *g*
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Date: 2008-02-19 05:18 pm (UTC)I like this a lot. Especially:
It knows blood, like his fingertips know the rasp of dried blood and Technicolor bruises blooming obscenely on her pale skin.
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As Booth steps outside, a bitter smile twists his lips. God must exist; no one else could have this perfect a sense of irony.
Very nice!
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Date: 2008-02-19 08:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-19 07:11 pm (UTC)That little header hurts a little to see :/ xD Well.. he's gone xD
One scene that hurts me a lot.. even more than that one is the one in 2x16 - Boneless Bride in the River - when Brennan tells him that Sully asked her to go with him and she needs to know what to do.. and Booth's face.. priceless.. my heart tightened so baad..
Well.. it was a little OT xD.. about your fic? Amazing! To the list of my Top 10 Lerdo fics :D
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Date: 2008-02-21 01:15 am (UTC)Not at all off-topic, my dear! I enjoyed it. :)
Thank you, as always.
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Date: 2008-02-19 07:54 pm (UTC)That sentence makes my heart ache. You really know how to write these moments!
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Date: 2008-02-21 01:19 am (UTC)Thank you. That's the beautiful and awful thing--Booth wants (or thinks he wants) to keep their relationship in this neat little box. But then there's his heart--and it won't obey the dictates of his brain.
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Date: 2008-02-19 08:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-21 01:22 am (UTC)Thanks for reading and commenting on this; I appreciate it. :)
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Date: 2008-02-19 08:52 pm (UTC)I've been reading your recent drabbles, and as always you're doing an amazing job, but I like this episode, and this scene breaks me every time, so this one goes to my favorites.
*hugs*
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Date: 2008-02-21 01:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-19 09:38 pm (UTC)*meep*
Perfect.
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Date: 2008-02-19 10:34 pm (UTC)I love, love, love this particular drabble. The style is so pretty. The title really sums it up quite well.
God must exist; no one else could have this perfect a sense of irony.
But y'all will get together in time, so don't be sad my lovely Seeley! She loves you but she just doesn't know it.
PS. Is it just me, or would you kill for a voiceover type episode to know what they're thinking? I'd love to get into Brennan's head.
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Date: 2008-02-25 06:31 pm (UTC)It's not just you; if they did it well, a voice-over could be fascinating.
Thank you for reading and commenting!
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Date: 2008-02-19 11:35 pm (UTC)And I so did want to leap through my screen to rip Sully and Brennan apart and make Booth come back! I think that's why the scene at the end of "The Boneless Bride in the River" gets me so much, with Booth standing there as the camera comes into focus. He's always there. She just has to turn around and see him.
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Date: 2008-02-25 06:35 pm (UTC)He's always there. She just has to turn around and see him.
So much yes! This comment of yours has really stuck with me. It's a matter of them seeing what's been right under their noses for a while now. ;)
Thanks for commenting--and for making me think.
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Date: 2008-02-20 01:08 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-02-20 04:41 am (UTC)And Yesssss! I did want to hug Booth at the end of TBitB. (But, of course, I want to hug him a lot....) :-)
I love this line, especially: God must exist; no one else could have this perfect a sense of irony.
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Date: 2008-02-20 07:28 am (UTC)Thank you ;)
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Date: 2008-02-25 06:36 pm (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed reading this. Thanks for commenting!
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Date: 2008-02-20 01:17 pm (UTC)Unfortunately, the physical distance doesn't do anything for the unwanted afterimage branded into his retinas.
Awwwww. It’s sad. Poor Booth (again).
Lovely drabble, as always.
Besos
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Date: 2008-02-25 06:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-23 06:38 am (UTC)I'm so glad you wrote this.
David has a way with his eyes. He's so perfect for playing Booth.
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Date: 2008-02-25 06:39 pm (UTC)David has a way with his eyes.
He does indeed!
Thanks for reading this; I'm happy it rang true to you.
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