Okay, so here is my tag (is that the right term?) for Cinderella in the Cardboard.
There is going to be another chapter, but just one more. I'm working on it write now, but I wanted to go ahead and get this out. I think there was something more to Brennans visit that night. She said she saw Dasiy and Sweets, but what did they say to each other?
Anyway, I hope you enjoy, let me know what you think!
-Disclaimer: No, Bones isn't not mine, 'Mine' is just short for my screnn name-- I had you fooled though right? Right??
Brennan froze at the sound of Daisy's voice as it echoed down the hall. Brennan turned and smiled tightly in greeting. Daisy was a bright student, who always did her work. Rationally that was all that should matter to her, but Brennan couldn't seem to manage to enjoy the girl. She was just too happy, too needy. Brennan didn't dislike her, just being in her presence for extended periods of time. Brennan wasn't sure if she was more annoyed at Daisy or at the fact that Daisy made her question her choice of favorite flowers.
"Hello, Miss Wick, Dr. Sweets." Brennan acknowledged as they both walked down the hall towards her. Brennan wanted nothing more than to leave, she did not want to get caught up in a lovers quarrel. Taking in their appearances however Brennan had to conclude that they did not seem to be fighting. They were both smiling, Sweets had his arm around her, and Daisy was hugging his waste.
Brennan didn't know what to think. She wanted to go home, and be by herself while she thought over the case. The website owners confession had shaken her, but she wasn't ready to face why yet. The last thing she wanted was to get caught up in relationship drama, when she was no good at them herself.
"Dr. Brennan, I'm glad I caught you!" Sweets said smiling at her, in complete opposition to how she'd last seen him as she left Booths office.
"Why?" Brennan asked, she thought he was mad at her for telling the truth about Daisy. Brennan frowned as she had a disturbing thought. Sweets wouldn't wait to use her as a witness to confront Daisy would he? She definitely did not want to be there for that.
"I wanted to thank you for your honesty, Dr. Brennan, and to also explain that you were mistaken about Daisy's actions." Sweets said, not bitterness to his tone.
"Mistaken?" Brennan asked eyeing the entwined couple. She knew what she saw. Well, she knew what Booth had made of what they saw. She trusted his judgment. If he said Daisy was cheating that chances were that she was.
He's not perfect, Brennan, she reminded herself, he could make a mistake.
Daisy's eyes got rather large as she leaned in towards Brennan. "I know, I was shocked to. I mean, your such a genius and all, I didn't see how you could have.'
"Could have what, exactly?" Brennan asked still confused.
"Made a mistake. Lancelot explained it to me though."
"Daisy…." Sweets warned, his smile falling a bit.
Daisy simply giggled, "Lance says you were working off of the evidence provided, not my character. I have to admit I would have arrived at the same conclusion."
"Your character?" Brennan asked, more confused now than moments before.
"Yes. You see, Dr. Brennan, Daisy wasn't cheating on me, she was trying on a dress for her cousin who is out of town. She was with her cousin's fiancé."
Brennan wasn't sure what to say she wasn't often wrong. It wasn't it wasn't as though she thought couldn't be wrong, just that she usually worked out all the facts so that her conclusions were irrefutable. That's who she was, that's what she did. She'd been so focused on the truth that she'd forgotten to look at the evidence from every possible angle to be sure that she had the truth.
When had she stopped looking at things from every possible angle? When had she started to jump to conclusions? When had Booth's gut assessment been enough for her to form a conclusion?
"I apologize for the misconception. It was not my intent to question your character, Miss Wick, nor to cause you pain Sweets." Brennan said, fearing that words would not fix things.
"That's alright Dr. Brennan, You made a logical conclusion based off the evidence you were provided with." Daisy responded, still cheerful. Sweets wasn't smiling anymore though.
'Daisy, would you mind going ahead to the car, I'd like a quick word with Dr. Brennan." Sweets said smiling at her.
"Sure, but don't be long Lancelot." Sweets gave her a kiss and the keys, and waited for her to disappear down the hall before turning back, and gesturing to an empty room on their left.
Brennan followed him without a word, regretting now not taking the website manager, Rossi, down with Booth. He would be on his way by now, not trapped in a room with a shrink. But she hadn't gone with Booth, needing some time away from him to think clearly about the confession they'd heard. Needing time to come back from the paths that Rossi's words had taken her thoughts.
"Sweets, I really am sorry my actions caused you pain."
"You don't mean that."
Brennan looked up at him, shocked. Did he really believe her to be so heartless, and cold that she wouldn't regret causing him pain? Booth had made it a point over the last few weeks to remind her that she wasn't good with people, or emotions.
"Yes, I do."
"No, Dr. Brennan, I don't mean your apology, I know you are sincere in that. I meant that you don't believe that your actions were wrong."
She wasn't sure what to say as she stood there. No, she knew she should deny it, that is what everyone else would apparently do, but she couldn't. She valued truth and honesty. Brennan decided it would be best to just explain her reasoning, and hope he would understand.
"I realize that there are times when people deserve what Booth refers to as 'the kindness of a lie.' For instance, a friend or family member does not need to know the extent of the pain their loved one experienced before their death. But in your instance I couldn't justify a lie. You believe in monogamy, in having faithful relationships. While I don't necessarily agree with your beliefs I can respect them. It would have been cruel to let you live a lie, and though it is pointless to speculate, if I were to hold your beliefs and found myself in you situation I feel that I would have appreciated someone being honest with me."
Brennan was Sweets took in the information, nervous as to wait he would make of her speech. She wasn't sure what to say, but the silence was weighing on her.
"As I said speculation is pointless, especially since there was nothing to be honest about. I should have listened to Booth and the others."
"Booth and the others?" Sweets asked, breaking his silence.
"Yes, they could see that this was something I should have withheld."
"So everyone knew, but no one said anything to me?" Sweets asked, he seemed troubled by this.
"Yes, they have better sense of when matters should be left alone." Brennan said looking down so as not to burden him with her guilt.
"Dr. Brennan, I realize that I probably gave you the wrong impression earlier. The shock of the news you gave me was too much, and I couldn't handle it properly. I realize to that I probably seemed ungrateful and angry, so I would like to apologize for that. I'm sorry if I made you feel as though your actions were wrong. They weren't. I do appreciate your honesty. It just took me a little time to see that."
Brennan looked up shocked at what she was hearing. This was not what she had expected. "So you're not mad at me, even though I almost ruined your relationship?"
"I'm not mad. You did what you thought was right, Dr. Brennan."
The words triggered a memory of Sweets sitting on a jury stand telling the world the way her father's mind worked. "So what? I'm just like my father?" Brennan asked scared of the thought.
"What do you think Dr. Brennan? Why did you tell me the truth?" Sweets stood there waiting for an answer that Brennan had no plans on giving him.
"I have to go Sweets." Brennan said after the silence had begun to grow uncomfortable again. "I am sorry, Sweets, for any pain, regardless as to whether or not I was right to be honest." With a final nod Brennan turned and walk out of the room, hurrying to escape the building and get home.
Brennan reached her car, climbed in and began to think. She couldn't be her father she simply wasn't like him. But then why had she felt the need to tell Sweets the truth? It wasn't because she had a mania for the truth; she had just acknowledged that there were indeed times when the kindness of a lie was justified. No, she had told him the truth because she liked Sweets, he had dig his way into their little group, and though she didn't believe in his methodology, or his field of study, she still respected and like him.
She had done it to protect him. She couldn't be like the others and hide this truth from him the way Sweets himself had hidden the truth from her when he didn't tell her Booth was alive. She knew how it felt to build something on what you believe to be fact-it didn't matter whether that fact was something good like a relationship, or if it was devastating like the death of a partner- only to have it torn down by the people you believed were there to catch you if your strong hold crumbled and you fell. Even if one had no intention on ever falling, or any desire to be caught. She hadn't wanted that to happen to Sweet, and she defiantly had not wanted to be the cause.
So she had told him, ignoring all other possible conclusions, in order to protect him, regardless of what the news might do to him, how it might hurt him, she felt it couldn't be worse than not acting and seeing his pain later.
She was just like her father. Acting without thought to the consequence, vainly thinking that her solution would be the best way for everyone, not giving them the chance to decide what was best for them.
Suddenly with absolute clarity she saw what had been bugging her about Kurtis Rossi's confession earlier. His words, and her recent revelations were coming together, dozens of little pieces of the same puzzle, finally forming a picture.
Rossi said that he'd just wanted to be given a chance. Well, she could afford to give someone chance. Brennan started her car, smiling grimly. Maybe it was time she stopped using the kindness of one particular lie. She didn't want to be like her father, she could give someone a chance to make his own choice in the matter, not just acting on what she thought was right. By living behind their lie- their line Brennan corrected herself- she was being everything she didn't want to be.
Backing out of the Hoover parking garage, Brennan headed with a not to her apartment, but another, hoping that she too would be given a chance.