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Bones Fanfiction - 'A Burden Shared'

I know, it's been an ETERNITY since I posted a fic.  This little one-shot conversation just would leave me alone so ... enough stalling.  Here be fic:


Title: A Burden Shared
Author: Doc_3
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1182
Spoilers: Through Season 4
Disclaimer: If I owned them, things would be sooooo much different :)
Summary:   Booth shares his experience during the coma with Bones. ONE-SHOT.



“What I told you was private Bones, don’t you get it? It was not something for you to go blabbing off about.”


“I wasn’t ‘blabbing off’ about it, Booth. I merely had a professional concern that I shared with your physician, in the manner that colleagues would share such concern over a patient.”


“I am not your patient, Bones. Your patients are all dead guys. I am your partner. Your partner that shared with you some private information. Now I have an MRI  on Monday. All thanks to you sharing a ‘professional concern’.”


They entered her office, neither acknowledging the cool respite from the hot August heat they had left behind. The rest of the lab was mostly empty, the platform dark. It was nearly three weeks since Booth returned from his two-month medical leave and merely ten hours into their first case. It looked like it would be a slam-dunk, a fact which made Booth very happy until the phone call from the doctor’s office.


Brennan immediately went straight to her desk, thumbing through the paperwork left by diligent interns, when she spoke, not even looking up at him.


“You needn’t be angry with me Booth. Dr. Jursik agreed that your inability to separate reality from the fantasy your mind created during your time under anesthesia is concerning, and warrants follow up. I felt it was my duty to contact him about this, and in truth it would have been remiss on his part not to order the MRI.”


Booth huffed out a breath in frustration, scrubbing his hands over his face before speaking.


“I do not have an ‘inability to separate reality from fantasy’, Bones. That is not what I told you and you know it.”


At his tone, low and a bit forced, she looked up. Finding him merely a foot away unnerved her somewhat but she clenched her jaw and lifted her chin defiantly. She knew she had done the right thing, calling Booth’s doctor. In the past, ignoring the bizarre things he had told her – about the hockey player and the young man from the Army –could have cost Booth his life.   She would never disregard another fantastical thing he told her again.


“You told me you were having trouble looking at me and not seeing the woman from your coma, and that you were continuing to have moments where you thought you were back in that dream and I was your wife, and that to me was very concerning and so I called your surgeon.   I don’t see why this is such a problem for you, Booth.”


“You twisted my words, Bones. What I said was that it was so incredibly real and vivid in the dream that sometimes I still wake up and for a split second forget it was a dream. And that sometimes I start to call you ‘Bren’ instead of Bones before I catch myself. I was explaining why I was distracted and you turned it into this… this … inability to separate fantasy from reality.”


She held her hands out and spread her fingers wide, shrugging slightly. “I don’t see the difference, Booth.”


He turned on his heel and walked a few steps, rubbing the back of his neck, after a muttered, “of course you don’t”. 


Turning back to her, he just stood there, in his wrinkled suit and too short hair, and let his features fall in defeat.   She had eased a hip onto her desk and was watching him with that wide-eyed stare, her head tilted as she observed him. Maybe he was losing it and maybe he really did need an MRI. How else could he wake up and think for even a second he was married to this woman?


“Bones, I wasn’t saying I didn’t know that you weren’t my wife and that the coma dream wasn’t just that – a dream.  I was saying that it was so real at the time- that my memories of it were so vivid- that sometimes  it felt like I was remembering something that actually happened, instead of remembering a dream.”


He took a few steps closer and watched her eyes widen then narrow as he invaded her personal space.


“What I was trying to say was that I remember every detail of that damn dream, and it will be years before I can put it out of my mind. It’s not something that will show up on an MRI, it’s in here” – he thumped his hand over his chest – “and will be here for a long time. That’s something you have to learn to live with, just like I do.”


“I don’t understand, Booth. Why should your dream be something that I have to live with? It was your dream. Your brain created it out of an attempt to piece together random thoughts and memories, and I was simply part of those pieces.”


He was even closer to her now, another step and they would be touching. It was making her heart beat rapidly and her stomach clench, for reasons she could not explain. He still seemed to be angry but it was different now;  something darker and quieter behind his eyes.


“Because it was the way your breath caught when I touched you that I remember. The way your eyes widened when I stood too close. The way your heart pounded when I kissed you. That is what is inside of me now, Bones, and maybe it should be inside you too.”


“Booth, I don’t understand, how…”


Before she finished her sentence he closed the distance between them and wrapped his hands around her upper arms, pulling her to him. 


Lips crashing together, tongues tangling, her hands were pushing at his chest until they were pulling. Pulling him to her, fingers grasping his shirt, wanting him closer, Booth, the desk digging into her hip, his hands flexing as they held her in place even though she couldn’t move. 


A low sound in the back of her throat brought him to his senses, realizing that it would only take one more moment, one more moan, and he would take her right here on her desk. With a gasp of breath he broke the kiss, stumbling back slightly and pressing a fist to his mouth. 


“That is what is inside of me, Bones,” he panted. “That is what I wake up and remember. What I see in my mind. What I feel in here,” he repeated the chest thump of earlier, stepping further back away from her. 


“Now it’s inside both of us.”


She could only sit there and watch him stalk away, through the dim corridor, as she stayed frozen in the place he left her. A few moments passed and she touched her fingertips to her swollen lips, knowing Booth was right. That moment would be inside her forever.




( 26 comments — Leave a comment )
Aug. 4th, 2009 12:57 am (UTC)
Yay!!! Fic from Doc!! It has been a while, but we'll take what we can get from you...

Brennan's concern is absolutely understandable. After what happened in CitC, she is NOT going to be taking any chances and you've highlighted that nicely here.

I love his way of dealing with the situation and her. Since she isn't getting the point through verbal communication, he's going to make sure she gets his point through physical communication. And oh boy, does she get it. In spades! And in a way that she's not going to forget anytime soon. Go Booth!

I also love the title, the way you tie it into the episode itself, from the 'single life shared' at the beginning of the ep, to the 'burdens that allow us to fly' at the end, to make it a 'burden shared'. Now all it needs to be is that life shared.

Welcome back to the world of fic! We missed you!!
Aug. 4th, 2009 02:24 am (UTC)
I know ... can you believe it's been more than a year since I wrote and posted a fic? Thanks for being here to welcome me back to the fold.

This conversation has been in my head for a while and I've thought all along that she won't understand why that coma dream has a lingering effect on him.

Thanks for your comments - I'm glad the rust wasn't too obvious!

Aug. 4th, 2009 02:26 am (UTC)
Wow... has it really been over a year?? Definitely no rust on you!
Aug. 4th, 2009 02:47 am (UTC)
Actually I went back and looked and I posted 'Swallowing Razors' in Nov. of '08 so it hasn't quite been a year yet. It just felt like it!
Aug. 4th, 2009 05:54 pm (UTC)
Doc -- This so needs to show up in a script for Season 5. I agree with labsquint here. Yes, Bones is right to be concerned, but hurray for Booth in getting his point across so well. I've missed this Booth so much.

It's good to see another fic from you. I'm hoping this means you're seeing some more inspiration on the horizon because I certainly didn't notice any rust spots!

Aug. 4th, 2009 08:19 pm (UTC)
I'd love to see any passionate recognition of this dream in Season 5 - that would make my year. Just some honest and intense discussion even - although a kiss would be better!

Thanks so much for the encouragement, I did feel a little rusty at first. But it makes me feel good to know the rust didn't show!
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Aug. 5th, 2009 08:53 pm (UTC)
Thanks - Intense!Booth is my favorite. I'm glad that came across ;)
Aug. 5th, 2009 03:48 am (UTC)
awesome...very nicely written. It's them.
Aug. 5th, 2009 08:54 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much. I love that you thought it seemed in character. That's always a high compliment for me.
Aug. 5th, 2009 04:42 am (UTC)
Wow... what a great fic!
Aug. 5th, 2009 08:55 pm (UTC)
Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed it!
Aug. 5th, 2009 12:35 pm (UTC)
Excellently done; credible and their voices are spot on.
Aug. 5th, 2009 08:56 pm (UTC)
Great, I'm so glad they sounded like "them" in this. That is always the most nerve-wracking part - trying to stay true to the characters. I appreciate the vote of confidence :)
Aug. 5th, 2009 03:58 pm (UTC)
Fantastic! The way the dream affects Booth's life is very well-handled; the feelings he remembers and can't let go of are perfect. And the piece is intense, wonderfully intense. Loved it!
Aug. 5th, 2009 07:04 pm (UTC)
Lovely :) If this is the season 5 opener - I'll be very happy :D So long as Brennan runs after him ....... *g*

Lovely to see you writing. x
Aug. 5th, 2009 08:52 pm (UTC)
Oh yes, wouldn't it just be fab to see this at the beginning of the season? From our minds to their scripts!

Thanks for reading :)
Aug. 5th, 2009 11:06 pm (UTC)
Turning back to her, he just stood there, in his wrinkled suit and too short hair, and let his features fall in defeat.

I've always admired how you use description in your writing. This is perfect -- not too much, and not too little. Just the right words to remind the reader what it is that Booth's come back from, and how it's changed him.

I love the chest thump. It seems like something Booth would do, as does the kiss. Sometimes words only get in the way; he gets that.

I'll reiterate what some have already said: it's so good to read a fic written by you. I'm sad that it's been so long, but only because I enjoy your writing. If you felt rusty as you wrote this fic, just know that it didn't show in the final product.

As always, it's good to have you back, Doc. *hugs* Thank you for putting fingers to keyboard again.
Aug. 6th, 2009 12:24 am (UTC)
Thank you so much for your sweet words. I did feel a little out of practice, but it turned out to be just like riding a bike :)

I'm so glad that this conversation was plausible as you read - I just had a really strong sense that Booth would need to show her what he was feeling after he woke up.

Anyway, thanks for the warm welcome back *hugs back*
Aug. 10th, 2009 06:55 am (UTC)
Yay! New fic from you! :) I must say, this is absolutely wonderful!

I loved how I could see the reasoning from both of their sides, and it made perfect sense for them both - very IC. I really agree that Brennan would be a bit over-cautious for at least a little while after Booth's recovery, and be slightly guilty that she hadn't caught his previous illness earlier. I could practically hear them having this conversation in my head. :) Whether you felt rusty or not, I'll just say it definitely didn't seem rusty!

Love this: “Because it was the way your breath caught when I touched you that I remember. The way your eyes widened when I stood too close. The way your heart pounded when I kissed you. That is what is inside of me now, Bones, and maybe it should be inside you too.”

And this: “That is what is inside of me, Bones,” he panted. “That is what I wake up and remember. What I see in my mind. What I feel in here,” he repeated the chest thump of earlier, stepping further back away from her.

And now I really want to see this on screen. ♥ :)
Aug. 10th, 2009 09:58 pm (UTC)
I really, really want to see this onscreen too!

Thanks for all the encouragement, I'm so glad that it turned out okay. This conversation has been swirling in my head for ages so I'm thrilled it was IC and not weird.

Aug. 11th, 2009 02:03 am (UTC)
Way to go Booth! :P This was awesome. I love him showing her, in no uncertain terms, what it is he dreamt and what it is he feels. <3
Aug. 12th, 2009 08:58 pm (UTC)
Don't you love TakeCharge!Booth??

Thanks - I'm glad you enjoyed this!
Jan. 23rd, 2010 08:28 am (UTC)
First time I have read Bones fic. This was great - you captured their natural responses perfectly! Thanks I really enjoyed it! :)
Jan. 24th, 2010 11:38 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much. I'm so thrilled you read this as your first Bones fic. Believe me, there are so many great stories and authors out there in this fandom. I strongly recommend checking out others. Thanks again for the review!
Jan. 24th, 2010 03:27 am (UTC)
How in the HELL did I miss this, doc?! I'm mortified that something this good somehow passed me by.
Regardless, wow... I loved this! I could so feel his frustration, you focused on that rather than confusion.... and I think that's what speaks to me so much in this. He's not confused, not really. And the only way he feels he can get her to see is to bring her to that place with him.
God, this is good! ♥ So sorry for the late review! *hugs*
Jan. 24th, 2010 11:36 pm (UTC)
*hugs you back*

Thanks so much! Reviews are awesome, no matter when they come. I'm so glad you enjoyed it!
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