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Bones: Into Oblongs (Angela)

Written for choc_fic, with the prompt, Bones, Angela Montenegro: angst - the faces they haunt her.

Title: Into Oblongs
Author: voleuse
Fandom: Bones
Character: Angela
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: One grandmother recognized her, seeing this head, painted, cast in plaster.
Notes: No spoilers



Angela never pretended this was what she wanted to do with her life.

In college, she took anatomy courses because her advisor told her she deserved more than three courses in life drawing, watching bored drama students pose under fluorescent lighting. She took a year's worth of anatomy and physiology, then a year's worth of gross anatomy, and by the end of the sequence, half of the biology department was in love with her, and she knew she didn't mind the smell of formaldehyde as long as there was lemon-scented soap in her near future.

She dated a detective once, and he told her about a body they had found, too decayed to make a proper ID. She put her sandwich down ("And I'm done with the pastrami, thanks") and asked him whether they'd hired someone to do reconstruction. He looked at her, almost smirking, and that was the last date they had.

The next week, of course, she watched his press conference on TV, watched him present the evidence. She spent half the time criticizing the sketch their artist had composed, because the slope of the jaw was all wrong, and the blond hair pure conjecture.

Angela never pretended this was what she wanted to do with her life, but she knew she did it well, and she couldn't imagine anyone else working with Temperance without having a nervous breakdown.

She tried not to touch the bodies (they always told her to say the remains, but she couldn't do it, not in her head), but even when she entered the data into her graphics programs, all vectors and planes and what-ifs, she could feel the gritty cool of polished bone beneath her fingertips.

She stared at the renderings for hours. They asked her to reposition the forms, play out possible movement in the minutes before a murder. She could do more; she could make the victim seem alive again.

She didn't need to try--it was the play she saw behind her eyes, every morning, every night. The way the others could look at fragments and dirt and tell her exactly what the victim did for a living, when the victim had played sports, why the victim probably stopped while walking.

She could show them the victim's smile, but she didn't. Some pains, she thought, were best kept private, and small.


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A/N: Title and summary adapted from Tina Barr's Ministry. Link courtesy of breathe_poetry.

Crossposted to choc_fic.

Comments

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moodfic
Feb. 18th, 2008 06:18 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'm glad you liked it.
not_thyne
Feb. 15th, 2008 06:43 pm (UTC)
I found this piece while looking for recs for the Sunnydale Herald, and wish I could rec it there ... it's lovely.

I'll link to you in bones_theseries instead, and at our quirky little site, odd_enthusiasms. Wonderful stuff.
moodfic
Feb. 18th, 2008 06:19 pm (UTC)
*blush* I'm thrilled you liked it. Thank you so much for the recs!
willowwood
Feb. 15th, 2008 07:42 pm (UTC)
That was just brilliant, a fantastic flow and wonderful characterisations.
moodfic
Feb. 18th, 2008 06:19 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much!
buffyangellvr23
Feb. 15th, 2008 08:25 pm (UTC)
wow great job!
moodfic
Feb. 18th, 2008 06:20 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
4ensicbones
Feb. 15th, 2008 09:20 pm (UTC)
Wow. That was just... wow.
moodfic
Feb. 18th, 2008 06:21 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much!
callieach
Feb. 15th, 2008 09:37 pm (UTC)
This was so brilliant and true to Angela's character. Good job.
moodfic
Feb. 18th, 2008 06:21 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I'm glad you liked it.
frayedgray
Feb. 16th, 2008 04:15 am (UTC)
"She could show them the victim's smile, but she didn't. Some pains, she thought, were best kept private, and small."

Wow, I really like this.
moodfic
Feb. 18th, 2008 06:22 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
carlyinrome
Feb. 16th, 2008 05:19 am (UTC)

Very pretty, very sad. I wish there was more Angela fic like this.

moodfic
Feb. 18th, 2008 06:31 pm (UTC)
*blush* Thank you!
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