"Life sucks." Seeley Booth stated as he took a swig from the beer in his hand.
"As a psychologist, I should disagree with that."
"But you don't?"
"Not today." Sweets said as he shook his head, taking a sip from his own beer.
"Normally I would use more accurate, logical terms, but I think I'll simply agree as well." Dr. Brennan added from her own spot.
The three made for quite an odd site, sitting on the floor against the wall at the back of the lab, the anthropologist sitting in the middle with the psychologist and the FBI agent on either side of her. Each was holding a beer and, despite the seemingly depressing conversation, appeared quite content. Booth took another drink.
"We should start a club or something." Bones looked over at him.
"You called it something when we were with Gordon…"
"What, 'The Land of Misfit Toys'?"
"Yes. I didn't know what it meant and I still don't." This time Sweets spoke up.
"It essentially means that most in this institution seem to have had some form of unfortunate experience that have shaped who they are and brought us closer as a group."
"Oh. Well in that case I feel it is a very appropriate title for a club of this nature."
"You guys know I was kidding, right?" Both Sweets and Brennan merely shrugged before all three took a drink. Booth shook his head as he looked down at his drink.
"You know, I could down a case of these and the worst that would happen is I couldn't walk straight and I'd get a hell of a hangover the next day. But my brother, he goes off driving into poles and my dad, he could barely manage two without punching something." Bones glanced at her drink as well.
"I always preferred the families that drank because they would generally pass out before they could perform any violent acts. They were the ones that left me alone the most." Sweets copied the other two and stared down into the depths of his bottle.
"I don't even remember if alcohol was involved. All I remember is the anger before and the pain after. I think there might have been some alcohol-induced attacks and some sober. But like I said, I don't really remember." Booth looked over at him.
"Does the reason they did it really matter?" Sweets shrugged.
"In some ways. For us 'Misfit Toys', it can affect the way we view the situation. For instance, if the violence was due to alcohol abuse, then you would have something to blame other than the person themselves." The FBI agent nodded.
"Makes sense. For a long time I convinced myself that my dad was really a great guy and it was just the drinking that made him so bad. But eventually I ended up just hating his guts." All three nodded before taking another drink. Sweets chuckled softly under his breath.
"What would Gordon say if he saw us now?" Booth smiled as well.
"I think he'd be glad I'm not shooting anything." Bones shrugged.
"It was his idea that we become closer through our experiences. He never specified the circumstances in which to do so."
A little more silence. A little more beer.
It sounded much more humorous coming from the anthropologist. Booth and Sweets somehow managed to grin and speak in perfect unison.
"Join the club."
There ya go! My first Bones fic, so please be at least semi-kind! I'm probably gonna do Cam next cause I have her part mostly written, then Hodgins, then Angela last.(Unless you all either A-think it sucked, or B-think I should just stick with these three. It'll work either way.)
Oh, and I'm most definitely not a psychologist, so I don't really know how accurate some of Sweets' lines are. Just go with it for now!
Hope you enjoyed and please review!