'Bones' Fanfiction

Bones Fanfic: Instinct

2008-07-23T18:42:54Z

Title: Instinct
Author: binkii822
Rating: R
Characters: Temperence Brennan/Seely Booth
Category: Romance
Summary: Man in the Morgue tag. What might have happened if Brennan had confronted Booth about his reasons for taking the earring? “No, Bones, you choose not to acknowledge it, maybe aren’t ready to face what is going on here, but you do understand, somewhere deep in that squinty brain of yours. You are way too brilliant a woman to be that clueless.” B/B
Word Count: ~2000
Season: Season 1
Disclaimer: Fox's. Not mine. Sad for me.

Here at my journal.

bonesfic @ 2008-07-21T18:51:00

2008-07-21T23:51:46Z

Author: sarahkjrsten
Title: The Mother Under the Tree
Chapter: 3/?
Characters: B/B, the Squint Squad and cameos by other minor characters
Rating: PG - PG-13
Spoilers: All three seasons: set following the S3 finale.
Summary: Booth and Bones are called upon to investigate the death of a hiker. The case takes an unexpected turn, meanwhile Brennan tries to come to grips with the events of the finale.
Notes: Huge thank yous my absolutely wonderful beta torigates who has been such a wonderful help to me. And I am so thankful for all of the wonderful reviews. I'm so pleased that you like this story so much. Thank you.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bones and I do not and will not make any money off of this fanfiction in anyway shape or form. I do not claim ownership in this chapter or in any of the chapters to follow.

( The Mother Under the Tree: Chapter Three )

Previous Chapters

x-posted to sarahkjrsten 206_bones boothandbrennan thejeffersonian bonesfic

A History of Violence (Bones/CSI) (Temp/Sara) Chapter: 1/?

2008-07-21T08:31:26Z

Title: A History of Violence
Author's Name: Babydykecate
Rating: PG-13 (Future Chapters may be R)
Fandoms Crossed: Bones/CSI
Pairings/Characters: Temperance Brennan/Sara Sidle
Seasons/Spoilers: Season 2 of Bones
Warnings/Disclaimers: Femslash/ Lesbianism. I do not own Bones, CSI or any of their characters. No profit made, no infringement intended.
Summary: Sara and Temperance meet on a online group for former foster children. Sara comes to DC for a conference, and Temperance invites Sara to stay with her.
Author's Notes: For International Femslash Day 2008. Thanks to my lovely beta- krilymcc

They met online, in a group for adults who had been in foster care. Temperance wasn’t sure how she ended up at the site. She hated psychology, and this was basically cyber group therapy. So she told herself she was just studying the socio-cultural trends of former foster children.

From the first time that she and Sara IMed, they had an instant connection. They talked about pretty much everything except foster care. They talked about their jobs, covering everything from the latest articles in the forensic annals, to a competition for who would have the most ingenious breakthrough on a case that week. They talked about being profoundly intelligent, and how that left them on a different wave length from most of the world. They talked about cases that got under their skin, though they never allowed it to get too emotional. Unlike when Sara refused to talk about her emotions in a case to Catherine, Temperance expected it and never pushed for more. Sara did the same. They were such similar souls; it was like they had one of those twin secret languages. They always knew what the other was thinking.

It was when Sara was in DC for a conference that they meet for the first time. Having already had Booth do a background check on Sara (Temperance wouldn’t let Booth tell her anymore about Sara’s past other than whether he consisted her dangerous), Temperance invited Sara to stay at her apartment while she was in town.

When Temperance went to pick Sara up at the airport, she immediately picked her out of the crowd. Sara carried herself with a confidence and strength that was recognizable both in writing and in person.

“Sara!” Temperance called out to the brunette coming through the gates.

Sara grinned and headed towards Temperance. When she grinned, Sara was beautiful in a way Temperance wasn’t able to break down to bone structure and cultural beauty ideals.

“Temperance, it’s great to finally meet you face to face,” Sara replied, shaking Temperance’s hand.

“Yes,” Temperance agreed with a smile. “I can take that bag,” Temperance said, taking Sara’s heavy bag easily, “My car’s this way.”

Temperance led them to her car, and loaded Sara’s bags in the trunk.

“How’s work going?” Sara asked as they drove to Temperance’s apartment.

“Booth’s driving me crazy again, and Angela’s trying to keep me sane as always. You remember them, right? Booth’s my partner, the FBI agent?” Temperance asks Sara.

Sara nods.

“And Angela’s my friend at the lab. She’s a specialist in forensic facial reconstruction. You know, I’m going to make sure you meet them before you leave,” Temperance tells Sara.

“Sounds good to me… just as long as Booth doesn’t try to interrogate me,” Sara jokes.

“Well I’ll fight him off if he does,” Temperance replies with a grin.

When they get to the apartment, Temperance shows Sara around, telling her a few of the stories behind the artifacts in her apartment along the way. Once they finish the tour, Temperance leaves Sara in the spare room to unpack. While Sara settles in, Temperance makes some rooibos tea and orders them dinner from her favorite Thai restaurant.

By the time the food had arrives, Sara is all unpacked and ready for dinner. Though the dinner, the only time the two women aren’t talking is when they’re eating. After dinner, the women have a glass of wine and some chocolate truffles Temperance picked up at the French chocolatier shop she discovered recently. A couple glasses of wine later and the women are sprawled out on Temperance’s living room rug, chatting like school girls at a sleepover. They end up talking about office romances, and Sara makes Temperance blush when she asks if Temperance has even been attracted to a woman at her work.

Temperance hurries to explain her blush, “It’s not that I’m embarrassed by lesbianism… I mean, same-sex attraction is common within many species, including ours. And Kinsey would argue that much of the population has varying degrees of same-sex attraction… it’s just...”

Sara cuts Temperance’s tipsy ramble off. “You have a crush on one of the women at work, but you don’t even know if she’s gay?” Sara guesses.

Temperance looks at her in surprise. “Well, yes. How did you know?” Temperance questions.

It’s Sara’s turn to blush. “I have the same problem myself,” Sara admits with a smile.

“I see,” Temperance smiles back at her.

They fall back into their normal conversational topics, and Temperance unconsciously leans against Sara. Sara is contemplating kissing Temperance, when she realizes that Temperance has already dozed off for a few minutes.

“Hey Temp, I need you to wake up for a sec…” Sara says softly.

“Hmm?” Temperance mumbles sleepily.

“You feel asleep against me on the floor. You need to get to bed. I’m going to carry you there, but I need your help, ok?” Sara tells Temperance.

“Mmm k,” Temperance agrees.

“Put your arms around my neck and hold on, okay Temp?” Sara asks.

Temperance just nods and holds on tight. Sara carries her to the bedroom and tucks her in.

“Goodnight Temperance, sleep tight,” Sara says as she kisses Temperance’s forehead.

“Go’night mom,” Temperance murmurs.

Sara’s shocked to hear Temperance call her mom, but with the drinking and the sleepiness, she just nods and kisses Temperance’s forehead again.

“Goodnight,” She says again before closing the door and finding her own bed.

Pas de Deux (Angela/Bones)

2008-07-21T08:27:45Z

Title: Pas de Deux
Author: babydykecate
Summary: Angela and Temperance have a routine when Temperance gets upset. They go to clubs, and pretend they're the kind of friends who chat about boys. One night, Temperance opens up to Angela and asks her to stay.
Prompt: Bones, Angela/Brennan, "Dance" for sinandmisery 's Femslash Porn Battle
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual Content, lesbianism or bisexuality
Disclaimer: The characters don't belong to me. No infringement intended.

Angela knew the routine. Temperance would be in this dark place. She couldn’t lean on anyone’s shoulder. She couldn’t cry in front of anyone. So Angela would help her escape. They’d go to a club- any club dark enough to forget who are would do. Temperance would protest to going, but the truth was, she needed Angela badly. They could pretend they were the kind of friends who chatted about boys and did their nails. Angela would pretend not to notice how their bodies reacted when they brushed against each at the club. And she’d pretend not to notice when Temperance looked like she was about to cry. She knew that Temperance needed the white lie, the ritual… their dance.

Two partners move close together, the dance begins. Costumes, make up, lighting- the illusion. The music swells, emotions showing. The side step, she distances herself.

Except the one time she didn’t.

They were at Temperance’s apartment after the club, Angela saying goodnight to her, another part of their routine. Temperance looked desperately sad, like she always did when she needed their routine. Angela would always go to touch her arm, and Temperance would pull away. But now Temperance stood in front of Angela, music swelling, tears fighting their way out. And she didn’t step away, she spoke.

“Angela?” Temperance whispers.

“Yes, hun?” Angela replies gently.

“Stay?” Temperance asked her voice breaking. “Please?” she pleaded, so softly that Angela would barely hear it.

Angela simply nodded and pulled Temperance into her arms.

Temperance trembled in her arms. Temperance’s mind was spinning so fast, it was hard to breathe. She was letting someone touch her, letting herself trust someone. She took a deep breath in, and let herself cry. She let herself sob, and cling to Angela like her life depended on it. Angela stroked her hair, and held her tight.

Then Angela tasted salty wet lips kissing her. She pulled away.

“Temp?” she asked in surprise.

“Please?” Temperance begged.

“I don’t want to pretend. It’s real for me,” Angela whispered, looking away.

“It’s real for me too,” Temperance puts her hand under Angela’s chin and brings her to meet her eyes, “I’ve fallen in love with you.”

“You have?” Angela asks, stunned.

“And I wish it could be all romantic and cheery… but… I need you now. Holding me. Showing me you want me. Helping me trust you. I need… I need to feel you against me and know that something is right in the world. Please?” Temperance admits, laying her soul out for Angela to see.

Angela kisses Temperance in response. She kisses her so hard that all that can exist is that kiss.

Hands explore and strip away their clothing. They fall onto the bed, their bodies perfectly in rhythm with each other. Angela holds Temperance as she comes. Angela’s fingers are inside her, joining them together. Temperance has never been less alone. Angela pulls her into her arms after, laying Temperance’s head on her heart.

“I love you,” She whispers as she kisses Temperance’s forehead. Once she’s sure Temperance is sleeping calmly, she lets herself drift to sleep. One dance was over, and a better one has beginning.

bonesfic @ 2008-07-21T00:32:00

2008-07-21T06:33:27Z

Don't know if this is allowed...delete it if it's not. I'm looking for someone to beta my Bones fics. They're mostly Hodgins/Zack. If anyone's interested, drop a line.

in need of a beta (or two)

2008-07-20T20:24:14Z

I've had two Bones fics sitting on my computer for about a month. They're both one-shots and are around 9,000 words. Would anyone be interested in being a beta for one, or both, of the stories?

Please reply if interested! Thanks :)

looking for a particular fic

2008-07-19T03:53:47Z

May a moderator smite me if this is inappropriate.

I know this is tedious, but I am looking for a long B&B fanfiction. I think it was 30 chapters plus. I can't remember the author's name or the title which is why I'm lost. What I do remember is that it capitalized on Booth's skills as a sniper and there was one beautiful scene where he's showing his dad's gun to Brennan. It's an heirloom piece..

Also I think Booth became a member of this elite Beltway task force and was gone for training a lot and he and Brennan talked on the phone while he was training. In one chapter he had to use his sniper skills that had been honed with the new training. It was a really well done work and had its own banner work and everything. Does anyone remember it?

Thanks in advance for reading and trying.

request crossposted to thejeffersonian

Fic: He Has Nightmares 1/1

2008-07-18T11:52:39Z

Title: He Has Nightmares
McRaider
Summary: Things that had happened long ago always seemed to have a way of creeping back into his life.
Spoilers/Warnings: Post “Two Bodies in the Lab” no other warnings
Author’s Note: First real foray into the Bones Universe, I’ve been writing in other fandoms for a very long time though, so hopefully that shows through.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, god if I did…never mind, I’ll keep that to myself.
Rated: PG

(Brennan held on with everything she had)

Fic: i am the ladder

2008-07-17T04:44:22Z

Title: i am the ladder
Author: fated_addiction
Character/Pairings: Brennan, Booth/Brennan
Rating: PG
Spoilers: General Season Three
Word Count: 2,700
Summary: It’s a funny kind of space, the couch that they occupy, and the television seems too busy to care, humming sports statistics that she doesn’t really care about either, straight over the work she needs to do. He still takes her rules, even though she doesn't understand them.

Fic: As Empty as the Inside of Me (4/10)

2008-07-14T23:54:25Z

Title: As Empty As The Inside of Me: Part 4/10
Author: _missmargaret_
Pairing: Brennan, Booth/Brennan, Squints
Rating: pg.13
Word Count: 2,330
Spoilers: Season 3 up to the first few minutes of The Pain in the Heart, then goes AU.
Summary: Her shampoo, jewelry, perfume, her hairdryer and curling iron now sit on Booth’s counter. Their things are mixed together and she likes the look of her jewelry next to his cufflinks. Logically, she knows this is not healthy, but she tells herself she’s only doing this so that she can sleep at night. She can sleep when she’s here. And she needs sleep.
Disclaimer: I don't in any way own Bones. I'm pretty sure the poor grad student thing tipped you off to that. :) Many thanks to Hart and Barry, David, and Emily for letting me borrow these characters.
Feedback: is love.
Previous Chapters: Part One, Part Two, Part 3

("I remember stay. I remember please don’t ever leave. I remember you made me believe.")

x-posted to 206_bones, boothandbrennan, and thejeffersonian

bonesfic @ 2008-07-14T17:01:00

2008-07-14T22:01:54Z

Author: sarahkjrsten
Title: The Mother Under the Tree
Chapter: 2/?
Characters: B/B, the Squint Squad and cameos by other minor characters
Rating: PG - PG-13
Spoilers: All three seasons: set following the S3 finale.
Summary: Booth and Bones are called upon to investigate the death of a hiker. The case takes an unexpected turn, meanwhile Brennan tries to come to grips with the events of the finale.
Notes: Huge thank yous my absolutely wonderful beta torigates who has been such a wonderful help to me. Also massive thanks to heroically who helped me clarify the description in the crime scene.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bones and I do not and will not make any money off of this fanfiction in anyway shape or form. I do not claim ownership in this chapter or in any of the chapters to follow.

( The Mother Under the Tree: Chapter Two )

x-posted to sarahkjrsten 206_bones boothandbrennan thejeffersonian bonesfic

Chapter One

fic: everlong

2008-07-14T04:30:22Z

Title: Everlong
Author: blueeyelinerxRating: PG-13
Pairing/Characters: Booth/Brennan, minor appearances by all the Squints, Parker
Word Count: 2377
Summary: Along the way, they solve more murders. But mostly, they grow old together.
Spoilers/Warnings: up to 3x15: A Pain in the Heart
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to FOX, et all. I’m simply writing for my own amusement.

(( Everlong ))

x-posted to: 206_bones, boothandbrennan, ff.net

Fic: As Empty As The Inside of Me (3/10)

2008-07-12T01:06:57Z

Title: As Empty As The Inside of Me: Part 3/10
Author: _missmargaret_
Pairing: Brennan, Booth/Brennan, Squints
Rating: pg.13
Word Count: 518
Spoilers: Season 3 up to the first few minutes of The Pain in the Heart, then goes AU.
Summary: She wipes quickly beneath her eyes. “I don’t know how long I’m supposed to go on like this. Feeling like…I feel off balance."
Disclaimer: I don't in any way own Bones. I'm pretty sure the poor grad student thing tipped you off to that. :) Many thanks to Hart and Barry, David, and Emily for letting me borrow these characters.
Feedback: is love.
Previous Chapters: Part One, Part Two

("I don't know how long I'm supposed to go on like this")

bonesfic @ 2008-07-11T17:02:00

2008-07-11T21:09:34Z

Title: Peas & Pain

Author: Limone1

Rating: PG13

Disclaimer: Bones belongs to Fox et al. No copyright infringement intended.

Spoiler: The Pain in the Heart

AN: This is an independent part of Snapshots & Photo Albums

Angela tries to help and tells her what got her through the first weeks after Kirk had died was the moment when she woke up in the mornings.

"For a few seconds I had forgotten what had happened. It was the breathing space of those seconds that got me through. Eventually I wasn't thinking about it every moment of every day."

Brennan does not tell her that she wakes up every morning gasping for air. That she starts every day feeling as if she is drowning. Instead she points out that the circumstances are hardly similar.

"I don't know why you're telling me this. It has no bearing on my relationship with Booth. We were partners, not lovers."

She knows she is being rude but she will say whatever it takes for people to leave her alone. They all let her get away with it, even Angela. Because they feels sorry for her? Because they feel guilty, guilty that they are relived it was not the person closest to them who died?

She struggles to mumble something that resembles gratitude when people ask if there is anything they can do to help. What is the point? What could they possibly do that would help? "Thank you, that's very nice of you. Could you bring Booth back, please? That would be helpful."

Work really does help. It keeps the thoughts of every moment of every day from being about him.

She always makes sure she is the last one to leave. Leaving means shrugging into her jacket, picking up her bag and finding her normal voice to say goodbye. She has never thought about how much energy it actually takes to do that, how heavy a bag can be or how straining it is to keep your shoulders straight when people are watching you.

His voice is two buttons away on her cell phone. After three days an automated voice informs her the person she has called can not be reached. Maybe the batteries ran out? Maybe someone switched off his cell? His answering machine at home still works. She allows herself one call every night when she should be sleeping. Who would have guessed that the last words from him she would ever hear would be instructions to leave a message?

xxxxx

That December all those years ago taught her that the pain from loss is as physical as any blow to the body. Yet it is a relief when her hand collides with his face.

For the first time in two weeks she does not try to bury the pain. The rage bubbling in her as she stalks past him in the direction of the parking lot is a relief. Anger is a safer emotion to let loose. It does not threaten to drown you the way grief does.

She looks around her. Her car? Angela herded her into a vehicle before the funeral. Before this mock spectacle. Who was driving? She does not appear to have a car key on her. Fine, she will walk.

Her shoes start to pinch a few steps down the road.

They must be a ridiculous sight. Her limping and him two steps behind with his uniform askew imploring her to stop and repeating endlessly that she should have been informed he was not really dead. He had better keep his distance or she will hit him again, throbbing hand or not. She flexes her fingers finding comfort in the fact that no matter how much they ache his face must hurt more.

She does not invite him in. Nor does she slam the door in his face. After gingerly pulling her shoes off her feet taking care with the blisters forming she pads over to the freezer. She presses a bag of frozen peas in his hand.

"Thank you?"

"It's for your face. It's probably too late by now to help against any discoloration, but it may take the swelling down a bit."

"Got a beer?"

"No."

His eyes fall on the empty bottles on the counter. There are some full ones among them too, but the caps are all off.

"Hey, at least you didn't drink them all," Booth says and gestures at the bottles.

"I forgot sometimes and opened one for you too."

He is still reeling from her words when she speaks again.

"I'm going to change. No need for a funeral outfit anymore."

Booth moves aimlessly around the kitchen area when she had disappeared, not sure of what he should do. He takes in the dirty dishes in the sink. The stack of unopened mail on the table next to the bowl of brown bananas and wrinkled apples. He recognizes the cartons in the fridge as leftovers from the take-out meal they shared the night before he was shot.

He has been kicked in the gut. It feels exactly like this. Temperance, did I do this to you?

Booth is leaning against the doorway to Brennan's bedroom, arms crossed when she steps out of the bathroom. He is careful to keep his face neutral, to appear relaxed. She will not appreciate any signs of commiseration. She will interpret it as pity.

He can not help noticing the clothes that probably belong in the laundry hamper scattered around the room, her chunky jewelry thrown carelessly on the dresser and on the nightstand next to forgotten mugs and water glasses. The bed is a jumble of blankets and sheets.

"Bones, we need to talk."

"About what? You didn't think the fact that you weren't dead was important enough to talk about! Why do you suddenly want to talk now? Stuck on a case are you?" she spits.

"Bones."

He steps closer, his hand held out to her.

"No."

She steps back to keep the distance between them.

"Bones, please."

She almost stumbles as the back of her knees hit the bed. She sinks down her hand held out to keep him away.

"You know, one good thing about you being dead was that no one called me by that ridiculous nickname," she lies.

Booth does not bite. "I'm sorry. I don't know how many times to tell you, you were supposed to be informed that I wasn't dead."

"Well I wasn't!"

"Then why are you so mad now? It should be a good thing that I didn't die. Right?"

In one fluid movement she is standing in front of him, her face inches from his.

"Yes, it's a good thing you didn't die, because if you had your precious God would have sent you straight to hell!"

Standing so close to him she can see his almost imperceptible wince and hear his gasp for breath. Good, it is his turn to hurt.

"I wasn't through yet. I'd killed more people than I'd saved."

He is supposed to disagree so she can yell at him. That was not what she meant at all. Now she has to make amends instead of what she wants to do, make him as angry as she is. Make him see what he has done.

"That's not what I meant."

"Then what did you mean?"

The sudden burst of energy that filled her at the graveside dissipates. "You promised you wouldn't betray me," she whispers.

This closeness is too revealing. She steps back.

"Can you leave please, I need to change."

Her anger he can deal with any day. He often does. What is the cure for disappointment?

xxxxx

It is weird and confusing and she feels as if she has just stepped off a roller coaster or had a bit too much to drink. Struggling to regain control but not quite managing it. He is dead. He is not dead.

Reality took on a dreamlike quality and now everything should return to normal just like that? It feels as if she is back in that spinning world in the hospital waiting room trying to understand that he is gone. Hands sticky from his blood and the scrutinizing gazes of her colleagues burning. Irritation at Angela's outburst. If she can hold it together so can Angela. Zack's theorizing. For once she understands why Booth had so little patience with her enlightening talks on various subjects. How ironic that he is not around for her to admit that she can see what he meant all those times.

She thought she was doing so well. She stopped to use present tense when mentioning him straight away. Except for when she forgot. Not that she mentioned him often. He was dead, no matter what she did that would not change so the best thing to do was to accept it and move on.

The sight that meets her when she returns to the kitchen strikes her as absurd in its domesticity. He has returned from the dead and the first thing he does is stacking her dishwasher and clearing out her fridge?

In a way the everyday, practical things were the most painful. Like the files on her desk she had signed but never had a chance to return to him. How she ordered take-away for two without thought when she stayed late at the lab. How she would think I'll ask Booth about that later, when she wondered about something. Reaching for two bottles instead of one. It was not that her mind did not know, but her habits had yet to catch up.

Her voice is so soft he hardly catches her words from where he is emptying beer bottles into the sink.

"I called your answering machine every night to hear your voice."

"There weren't any messages." He closes his eyes at his own stupidity. Shit! That's the fourth time he has taken a hit today. He doesn't know if the first time, when she actually slugged him, was the most painful. He tries to take a cleansing breath so he can face her, but his shoulders and back are too tense to let him.

Her fingers are gentle against his as she extricates them from around the bottle.

"Enough cleaning." A hand on his back she steers him toward the balcony door. "Come and sit with me."

He tries not to think of Epps slipping from his fingers and falling to his death.

All the words that gathered, all the things she wanted to say to him when he was gone and now she does not know where to begin.

A set of firetrucks blare past, only the sound reaching them this high up where they sit next to each other in deck chairs facing the building opposite.

"You didn't cry at my funeral," Booth says long after the sirens have been silenced by distance.

"No."

"Did you, you know, when you thought I was dead."

"No."

Brennan decides there has been enough pain. She puts her pride to the side, lets the need to have the last word rest.

"I was afraid that if I did I wouldn't know how to stop."

"You know, it's okay to let go once in a while."

"When you have to pick up the pieces yourself it's not that easy."

"And I wasn't around." Booth walks up to the railing, his back to her.

"Maybe you were right about me and hell. Every day I go to work I try to do what is right yet I make a mess of the things that really matters. I had a son without being married. I had a job that meant killing people. I failed finding your parents, I failed finding you and Hodgins before time ran out. I still kill people."

Brennan tries to make him feel better the way she knows how, with facts and science.

"There's no proof of the kind of higher being people refer to as God. They eyes of the dead don't look empty because a soul has left the body to reside in a different place, it's the corneas drying up. What makes the eyes seem alive is only light reflecting off the corneas. They keep moist as we blink."

Booth does not move, does not protest or even answer.

"Our justice system has taken over the role that hell had in the past, a deterrent to stop people from breaking the norms and laws set up by society," Brennan continues.

Slowly Booth turns around. "You do know how to suck the romance and mystery out of everything." And then he laughs.

She has carried the weight of his loss in her heart for two weeks. Slowly, as the waves of his laughter surround her Brennan's heart grows lighter.

When he sits down next to her again she is as acutely aware of his presence as she has been of his absence these last weeks.

She sat out here when sleep would not come, the lights and sounds of traffic reminding her that life continues although death has occurred.

She turns to him. "If you have anywhere you should be it's okay."

"Yes, I have." He remains in his chair.

"Shouldn't you go then?"

"Here, I'm supposed to be here."

Brennan takes a deep breath to keep her hands steady before she leans over and puts them at the sides of his face. Booth sits absolutely still his gaze not wavering from hers. She realizes she has the power to do whatever she wants. To make him hurt as much as she has done. To ask him to disappear from her life. He is not the only agent in the FBI that can work with the Jeffersonian. He let her down, maybe not on purpose, but he did. It is up to her what happens now.

His stubble rasps lightly against her cheek as she presses it against his.

"I'm still very angry with you but I want you to be here too."

FIN

bonesfic @ 2008-07-11T11:27:00

2008-07-11T16:27:29Z

Author: sarahkjrsten
Title: The Mother Under the Tree
Chapter: Prologue and 1/?
Characters: B/B, the Squint Squad and cameos by other minor characters
Rating: PG - PG-13
Spoilers: All three seasons: set following the S3 finale.
Summary: Booth and Bones are called upon to investigate the death of a hiker. The case takes an unexpected turn, meanwhile Brennan tries to come to grips with the events of the finale.
Notes: My first Bones fic, and in truth, first fanfiction in years. Please let me know if there is anything I can improve on! I would like to thank my absolutely wonderful beta torigates who has patiently waited for me to muster up the courage to finally start posting. Send lots of love her way.

( Follow the fake cut to my journal )

x-posted to sarahkjrsten 206_bones boothandbrennan thejeffersonian bonesfic

Bones Fic

2008-07-10T10:52:14Z

Author: lerdo
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely meant to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.

Title: Complications
Characters: Brennan, Angela
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100
Timeline: Set between The Wannabe in the Weeds and The Pain in the Heart.
Spoilers: For The Wannabe in the Weeds.

Title: Beyond Friendship
Characters: Angela, Brennan, Talia
Rating: PG or K
Word Count: 200
Timeline: Future
Spoilers: None

Title: Prismatic (Batch #8)
Summary: Fifty sentences about Booth and Brennan--together and as individuals.
Spoilers: For The Wannabe in the Weeds
Rating: PG or K

bonesfic @ 2008-07-09T23:02:00

2008-07-10T06:02:50Z

Join up at the Sekrit Cabal Porn Battle! They are accepting prompts right now.

Bones fic from the Small Fandom Big Bang

2008-07-09T17:59:51Z

The first round of the Small Fandom Big Bang has ended! We had eight stories (totaling well over 100,000 words) in three fandoms, including Bones. The next phase of the challenge begins next Monday, with a goal of writing 30,000 word stories, and is open to all fandoms. Check out the_yo_yofor more details.

The Bones Fic:
The Heart of the Matter by Sehkmetenkare
PG-13. Bones. Het. Angela/Hodgins, Bones/Booth, Angela and Bones. Drama.
Angela and Tempe take a road trip after the events of "The Pain In The Heart", but it goes nothing like they had planned

The Rising Star in the River by Jen/ladybug218
PG-13. Bones. Het. Drama.
Booth and Brennan go to Pittsburgh to investigate a possible murder case.

Fanfic: Every Little Thing She Does

2008-07-09T01:54:04Z

Title: Every Little Thing She Does
Author: binkii822
Rating: PG
Character: Seely Booth
Category: Romance/Angst Tripple Drabble
Summary: Booth's reflections on his feelings for Brennan
Word Count: ~300
Season: Season 3
Disclaimer: Fox's. Not mine. Sad for me.

Response to lerdo's Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic challenge found here

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bonesfic @ 2008-07-08T00:08:00

2008-07-08T05:19:40Z

Title: The Bricks We Lay, On a Bed of Sand
Author: bellwings
Characters: Booth/Brennan, Angela, Zach, Hodgins, Russ, Max
Rating: G
Spoilers: The Verdict in the Story
Disclaimer: Kathy Reichs, Hart Hanson and Fox own Bones, no infringement is intended. I just play.

A/N: A writer is only as good as her beta, so thank you typingwithmit10 for your ability to make me look good;)

There were times when he could hear the seconds tick, times when he felt the world shift, ever so slightly, times where he could almost reach out and touch the strings connecting everyone in the room. He valued every moment he spent with these people. He put almost as much time and energy into feigning annoyance as he did in proving to Bones that he wasn't “that guy,” but he would do anything for them. They were his squints. And sometimes he could feel the seconds tick by until this all ended.

The fact that he and Bones had to go to visit Sweets scared the shit out of him. Not because he was afraid of revealing himself in front of Bones – truth be told she knew more about him than anyone else ever had. She could ask anything of him and he'd tell her. Nor was it his fear of what he'd find out from her. Nothing she could say would upset him, not after he'd seen beneath her blunt, logical exterior. He read the meaning behind her words. He trusted her. And he knew she trusted him. No, the thing that scared the shit out of him was that this 23 year-old held the power to end all this. It could mean he wouldn't get to tease Hodgins about his conspiracies, pretend to ignore Zach every day, listen to Angela hitting on him, (almost) never seriously. Even the latent tension in his relationship with Cam would be gone. But most of all, he'd miss the hours upon hours of time he spent sparring, joking, learning the nuances of her, the cadence of her voice, and uncovering yet another layer to Bones.

But this case, with Gormogon and Russ and basically all of Bone's family made the clock tick a little louder. When Bones mentioned that her dad might be contacting Russ, his world had indeed shifted. It had nearly killed him to arrest Max. The hurt in her eyes while she allowed herself to forgive him completely, even while she dealt with the fact that her father was a felon in jail hurt him deeply. And if Russ showed up again, he'd have to arrest him too. He'd have to deal with the same look on her face again. The wedge driving just a bit deeper. They could separate him from her completely this time. He would have to arrest the only other family member she had. The thought that they might not recover from that terrified him. Most of the time he loved his job. But this? This he hated.

When she kissed his cheek, he was floored. Absolutely stunned. Bones did not express emotion. Period. She was analytical and cool in front of everyone. She only ever expressed affection in front of him when they were alone. Which is why he cherished the time they spent one-on-one the most. So when she kissed him in front of her brother and her pseudo extended family one of those worlds shifted again. She knew he would have to arrest Russ and she kissed him.

He didn't want to be in this room. He didn't want to hear what the judge had to say, didn't want to know that all the behind the scenes pulling and favor asking he'd spent the last two days working on was going to be exposed. He knew Bones would understand, knew Caroline would get it too. He knew he was abusing his power as an FBI agent. And while he didn't care about that in the slightest, if Sweets ever found out, he and Bones were screwed. Ended. That would be it, they'd be separated and that was that. He knew that was selfish. Bones was finally getting her family back, finally allowed a normal life but he couldn't help it. Because she and the squints were his life just as much as Parker was. They were his family and the thought that he had to sacrifice them for her, while gratifying, terrified him.

He watched her read to Haley. He knew she was good with kids, loved them. And the thought that she was allowed to have actual nieces put a grin on his face he couldn't hide. Russ would have a month in jail, Bones would have her entire family, and if anything, they were closer than ever. But how much longer could they hide from the Bureau, hide from Sweets, hide from the squints? How much longer until all those strings would be severed and his world would tilt for the last time? And was the fact that she got to sit here and read to a child with absolute abandon, doing voices and making faces and laughing, worth it? He hoped that she'd go for coffee with him. Maybe even dinner. When it all came tumbling down.

Bones Drabbles

2008-07-07T14:11:34Z

Two drabbles and one double drabble.

Author: lerdo
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely meant to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.
Rating: PG or K

Title: Recognition
Characters: Max, Booth
Word Count: 100
Timeline: Set at the very end of The Verdict in the Story.
Spoilers: For The Verdict in the Story.

Title: She is the Sunlight
Characters: Booth, Angela
Word Count: 100
Timeline: Set in the future.
Spoilers: None.
Prompt: "Could you do a little Angela and Booth thing..like discussing Brennan or something...?"

Title: Thriving
Characters: Brennan, Booth
Word Count: 200
Timeline: Set sometime this summer.
Spoilers: For 3x09: The Baby in the Bough.
Prompt: A situation where Booth needs to call Brennan, Temperance.

Three Bones drabbles

2008-07-07T10:32:50Z

Author: TemperTemper

Catch-all disclaimer: Bones is property of Fox, no copyright infringement is intended

Drabbles for: this meme

Title: Falling

Characters/Pairing: Booth/Brennan, Zack

Rating: PG

Spoilers: Judas on a Pole.

Written for: </a></b></a>bertie456

Prompt: Bones: set during/after Judas with the prompt "family".

Title: Things

Characters/Pairing: Brennan

Rating: PG

Spoilers: None/general Brennan family info. Set pre-series.

Written for: </a></b></a>elena1701

Prompt: Bones: Brennan, with the prompt 'What happened to all her parent's things after she went into foster care?'.

Title: the confidence in your confidence
Written for: </a></b></a>lerdo
Fandom: Bones, any character/pairing
Prompt:

You Fit Into Me
by Margaret Atwood

You fit into me
like a hook into an eye

a fish hook
an open eye

Rating: T/PG13

Characters/Pairing: Booth, Angela, Booth/Brennan

Spoilers: Season Four sides, if you squint.