Title: Ephemera (1/1)
Character: Temperance Brennan
Words: Exactly 100
Spoilers: Through 6x4.
Summary: She hates paradoxes. Brennan-centric drabble.
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely meant to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.
A/N: I commit to writing something happy and fluffy next time. *g*
To lurkers and commenters alike, thank you. I am doing my best to get caught up on review replies, so don't be shocked if you get a response to a review you left a year ago.
Booth doesn't drag her to lunch anymore, warm hands sliding her lab coat from her shoulders while she mouths a protest that he realized long ago is half-hearted.
They don't clink glasses at the Founding Fathers, legs brushing, alone, except for the company of strangers.
When he looks at her, she has the unsettling feeling that he doesn't see her; she wants to grasp his jaw and say, "Look at me. Me."
But partners don't do that. Except they did. Before.
Before everything changed and she discovered the paradox of missing someone who is standing right in front of you.