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Happy Birthday, misspamela!

At ConneXions in 2004, you were the first person I met, and I still want to shriek with joy and hug you like that every time I see you. Mysteriously, you have not defriended me since, and I love that about you. Happiest of happy birthdays!!!

New year! New fandom! New fic!

Okay, so I've been into Bones for about thirty-six hours now: time for fic!

I want to claim that I don't normally write this sort of thing, but I think the evidence against me is really beginning to stack up. I'm tempted to say that too often for it to be true. So:

Gen. Death story. (Here you go, hth_the_first, it's established well within the first three paragraphs. *g*) Probably a bit more macabre and gruesome than the show, though not much, I swear.

Audienced by qe2 and ably and patiently betaed by iuliamentis, who has hopefully helped me to avoid any really egregious rookie moves; but neither of us has been in the fandom a whole week, so I apologize for any faux pas.



They're good, sturdy, solid bones. They would have lasted Booth another forty years easily.

( Seeley Booth's Bones )