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This story is No. 9 in the series "Life in A Minor". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Dawn found her place among people she came to love. Things don't always turn out like you'd hope they would though. (*contains SERIOUS spoilers for Season 3 Finale of Bones)

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Television > Bones > Dawn - CenteredDamiaFR1514,3125164,82016 Jul 0816 Jul 08Yes
Artist: A Fine Frenzy
Song: Almost Lovers

Note: This fic contains spoilers for Season 3 Finale of Bones which, if you haven't seen, may be a little surprising. Also, I own nothing you recognize. However, this is a response to my own challenge 'Geek Chic' because I heard this song and was like 'wow'. I'd also like to mention that this doesn't quite fit my challenge and I'd love it if another response was done for the challenge.


Dawn sat at the bar, a row of empty shot glasses in front of her and tears falling steadily down her cheeks. She hadn't called her family. She didn't want their comments or their contempt for her 'normal' life. Especially since it turned out so distinctly not normal. People had sat beside her, trying to get the pretty little sad girl to talk, but she wasn't interested in conversation. She'd ignored every single person, just as she had for the last four nights she'd been there. The bartender, Jim, was trying to get people to leave her alone. She sat at the end of the bar, ordered a Corona and a Prairie Fire, downing the shot and nursing the beer as the shots came every fifteen minutes or so. She had been there about 3 hours every night since they'd realized the truth about Zack.

The tall slender brunette sniffed back tears and motioned for another shot, reveling the burn as she sucked the tequila and tabasco down. She scrubbed the back of her hand across her cheeks and laughed hollowly as she remembered her first day as Dr. Brennans new assistant.

Your fingertips across my skin
The palm trees swaying in the wind
You sang me Spanish lullabies
The sweetest sadness in your eyes
Clever trick

Dawn nervously smoothed down the front of her cream silk blouse, hoping her pale green fitted pantsuit would fit with what everyone else was wearing, but knowing at the same time that even if it didn't she still looked amazing. Her long brown hair with its dark gold natural highlights hanging straight in a ponytail that's end almost reached her hips. No bangs because she was never remembering to keep them trimmed. She had a wool peacoat, cream colored, over her arm as well as a dark brown leather briefcase that held papers of varying importance. The elevator dinged open and she stepped through the doors, blue eyes wide and a little nervous.

"Can I help you?" A petite black woman with a pretty smile asked, walking forward. She wore a black fitted top, the sleeves rolled up, and charcoal pants. Dawn cleared her throat and held out her hand.

"Dawn Summers, I'm Dr. Brennan's new intern? I, uh, was supposed to start today, security took a little longer than I thought," Dawn rambled before biting her lip and smiling with a nervously hopeful air, realizing how dumb and naive she sounded. Not that she could really help that. If this was something involving the council she'd have been fine, but she'd veered away from watchers duties and pretty much anything that had to do with the council. She'd needed to do her own thing.

"Right!" Realization dawned in the womans eyes, "I'm Dr. Saroyan, follow me I'll show you your workspace. Dr. Brennan is with Agent Booth of the FBI. Do you understand all that her work entails?" Dr. Saroyan was all business, her strides quick and precise as she slid her badge through the authorization panel and walked up a short ramp firing off questions that Dawn struggled to answer correctly. Dawn followed quickly noting that she was taller than a lot of the others in the room. That was normal. She was 5'10" and used to being taller than the other geeks.

Well, I never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me

"Booth he's lying. I know he is. He kept licking his lips and started sweating profusely when you asked him about his brother. He had to know something, why else would he have been so nervous?" The brunette woman with the sharp gray-blue eyes rounded on a man that looked uncomfortably like a certain brooding vampire that Dawn had been rather close to at one point in her life.

"Bones, I know he's lying, but until we have proof we can't just throw him in a holding cell," The man said with a sigh that told everyone they'd had this argument before. He scrubbed a hand through his short hair and climbed the stairs as he slid his own badge through the authorization panel. The man paused and cocked his head to the side as he looked over at Dawn, standing with her blazer replaced by a pale blue lab coat. She smiled and stepped forward.

"Hi Dr. Brennan," She said, trying to tamp down on her excitement.

"Dr. Summers, do you start today? I forgot, I apologize. Booth this is my new intern, Dr. Dawn Summers, Dr. Summers, this is Special Agent Seeley Booth, my partner," Booth and Dawn shook hands and Dawn tried not to stare at him to much but he must have noticed.

"Do I have something on my face?" He asked after a few uncomfortable moments. Dawn opened her mouth and closed it a few times.

"You have the most remarkable resemblance to an old friend. Only, without the broody thing and always wearing solid black. It's ... you could be his clone," She cocked her head to the side and the sighed and shook it. She'd look into it later.

"Have you met the rest of the team yet?" Brennan asked Dawn, deciding not to point out that it was physically impossible for two people to look exactly the same.

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?

"You want me to call you a cab?" Jim the bartender asked Dawn with his kind eyes. He couldn't be more than five years older than her, but he was acting as though she was a lost little girl. And maybe she was, at least at the moment. She felt lost without Zack. And really, Zack? How could Zack be Gormogon's apprentice? How could he do something so .... irrational and against his nature? He wouldn't hurt anyone, not even a fly ...

"I think I need another beer right now," She told him with another sniff. Jim looked at her for a moment.

"Tell you what, I'll give you another beer if you give me a number to someone, family member, one of your friends," Jim told her. She raised her big blue eyes up to the large blond man, he looked as though he should be at some surf shop rather than a seedy bar in DC. She dropped her eyes and picked at the skirt of her black knee length dress. Her hair was braided severely away from her face and she wasn't wearing any makeup, luckily her face didn't get blotchy when she was crying. She looked like a chic business woman and she was in a bar full of bikers and degenerates. They knew to keep away though, she didn't have a problem with self defense, not growing up with a slayer and multiple other supernatural beings.

"Tell you what, if you give me another beer I'll tell you what countries my family currently reside in. None of them being the United States. As for friends .... they're busy with their own grieving and shock," She told him, raising her eyes to his again. Jim looked her in the eyes again and sighed before grabbing another Corona and pouring another Prairie Fire. He set the down in front of the girl, slicing a lime and shoving two pieces down the neck of the bottle like Dawn preferred it.

"Family?" He asked expectantly, grabbing a couple glasses and starting to clean them.

"My sister is in Italy. My father was in Spain the last I heard, but that was 9 years ago. Giles and Spike are in England, Willow is in Brazil, Xander is in Africa ... I don't know which country he moves around a lot. Likes to keep mobile," She told him withe a shrug. She downed the shot and closed her eyes again.

"You've been crying here for five nights now. Ready to talk about the reason?" He asked. She looked up at him and smiled sadly.

"No," She shook her head and took a swallow of her beer and closed her eyes as he sighed softly and shook his head, walking down to a new customer as some of the older bikers kept an eye out for the sad little spunky girl.

So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

2 more beers and Dawn stood up, dropping money on the counter and weaving out of the bar, a worried Jim watching her go. Something about her made people want to take care of her. Especially with her silent crying in the corner, nursing her beer and drinking the scalding shots. She seemed to relish the burn as it went down. She was slender and fragile boned with that long golden brown hair and the big blue eyes. You'd never guess that she took out a couple young thugs her first night at the bar.

Dawn stopped walking as she got to her dark green convertible. It had been a graduation present from the Council. She looked down at her black sling back heels and sighed as she thought of her sister. All of her nice shoes made her think of Buffy. She guessed it was a family thing. Cute jewelry made her think of Cordelia and books made her think of Giles. Funny how random things could bring love to your heart ... or pain. She looked across the street at a little boy holding a toy robot and she thought of him.

We walked along a crowded street
You took my hand and danced with me
And when you left, you kissed my lips
You told me you would never, never forget
These images

He'd been so nervous when she had invited him up for coffee the first time, but by the fifth he'd been comfortable. The Sixth time though, they'd sat and watched TV on the floor, his back against the couch and hers against his chest, his legs spread to the side. He'd leaned forward, taking the initiative for the first time, and kissed the soft part of her neck, just below her ear. She remembered turning her head and looking deep into his eyes as he leaned forward and captured her lips with his, their eyes locked the entire time. They'd been delighted discovering things that the other liked that night, giggling and gasping as they learned more about each other than they had dreamed of and reveling in the love they were beginning to understand.

The next day at work had been filled with blushes when they showed up together ... late. And with a few marks that had Booth giving Dawn pointed looks and Angela sending teasing smiles to the youngest two. Dawn had gotten a talk from Hodgins and Angela and Cam separately about how she'd treat Zack properly. No one had given the speech to Zack, something she had been tickled with delight about ... none of them could ever have guessed that this would have happened. She opened the passenger side of her car, laying the seat flat and curling up on her side. She didn't close the door, couldn't before the tears came in torrents that they hadn't before, she sobbed loudly, burying her face in her arms and crying for all she was worth. Her phone rang and she forced herself to swallow her tears and answer it.

"Dr. Summers," She answered thickly.

"Hey Dawn, there's a case if you can make it in," Camille started, not liking the sound of the other girls voice.

"I'll be there soon," She told her boss before hanging up and sitting up. She was drunk. More than a little. She got out of her car, locking it behind her and wobbling back to the bar.

"Can you call me a cab?" She asked Jim.

"Sure thing, where does it need to go?" He asked.

"I have a case to work on, I need to go to the Jeffersonian," She told him bleakly. She tried to ignore the talk behind her as everyone stared at the new screen behind the bar, talking about the cannibal Gormogon. Her face, as well as the rest of the team was there, all of them laughing, another picture of them in jumpsuits and sifting through a crime scene. Another of her and Zack ... who was named the apprentice. She looked up at the screen and sniffed as she forced her shoulders square, unwilling to be ashamed as the tears fell down her face. A couple of guys that had gotten used to the sad little tough girl stared at the screen and then at her.

"That's why I'm crying," She told Jim, pointing up at her own face beside Zack Addy as he kissed her cheek and she wrinkled her nose and laughed.

"The cabs on it's way, but I don't think you should be going to work," Jim told her. Dawn shrugged.

"Where else can I go?" She asked softly before walking outside and waiting for the car.


Well, I'd never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me

She walked up the steps. Her black trench coat open and floating behind her as she went. She looked more delicate than usual in solid black and no make up, her hair pulled back so severely and bouncing down her back in it's tight braid. The steps seemed to echo with images of her and Zack running inside, barely making it on time as they teased each other. Or she teased him and he answered back in the almost monotonous tones that she seemed to read so well. He was very good at using sound reasoning to tease her.

Her ID badge was in her pocket and she slid it through as she walked up the stairs, pulling off the coat and tossing it over the back of a chair before snagging her own lab coat and swinging it around and on. She sat heavily beside Hodgins and stared at the table with the burned remains of a woman on it.

"Car accident, bomb or other?" She asked with a tired sigh, staring at the remains.

"You smell like cheap tequila and smoke," Hodgins told her. She raised both eyebrows and nodded her head. She grabbed a pair of gloves out of the pocket of her jacket, not wanting to look at Jacks understanding eyes.

"Yeah," She agreed bleakly. She stood up and walked over to the table looking down at what was left of the woman as she pulled on a pair of gloves. She wondered if it had been the womans lover, husband, boyfriend. Most often it was. The ones you loved were the ones that hurt you the worst. She couldn't help but wonder why no one had told Zack to treat her right before laughing softly as she thought about it. Zack? Hurt Dawn? Not possible ... only it was.

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?

"Is she ok?" Camille asked as she Booth, Brennan and Angela came over to Hodgins as the watched Dawn lean heavily against the table.

"No, she really isn't," Hodgins told them, standing up and wrapping his arms around Angela, not knowing how to help the heartbroken young woman. None of them were all that great with people, it was a joke with Booth and the other people that came to work with them, but sometimes it was a severe drawback. Brennan took a deep breath and stepped forward to place a hand on Dawns shoulder. The younger woman sniffed loudly and cleared her throat.

"Right collar bone has a compound fracture that doesn't fit with the rest of the breaks. I'm going to assume car accident because of the rest of her breaks. Still, the collarbone is wrong," She told them, turning her face away from them all.

"Dawn, maybe you should lay down in my office for a little while," Brennan suggested, noting the smell of alcohol. Dawn laughed a little.

"So I can think about horrible things I wish weren't in my head? I'd rather just ... I don't what I'd rather. You know?" She asked, turning to look at them all with her blood shot eyes and tear stained face.

"Yeah," Angela agreed. Dawn nodded turning back to the dead body.

"All I can think is, I'll bet it was her lover. Husband, boyfriend, whatever. It's always the people you love," She frowned down at the corpse inches from where her hands gripped the stainless steel table.

"Dawn, ..." Brennan took her hand back, not sure what to say to her intern. Dawn didn't talk a lot about her family or her past, but the little that they knew didn't say a lot of good things. She didn't open up and she tended to avoid anything involving them.

So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

Dawn looked over at her coat as the song started. 'Bad to the Bone' It was Faith. Dawn stared at the coat for a little while and then turned back to the body. The rest of her team stared at each other for a few moments. She always answered for her friends. Always. Dawn pushed away from the table and stumbled a little as she walked to her coat and sat down.

"You know what, I'm drunk and I probably shouldn't be here. I just don't want to go home." She told them, not looking at any of them. The tears started again and she couldn't stop them as she dropped her face to her hands and sobbed again. She felt weak and helpless and didn't know what to do. Booth stepped away from the others and over to Dawn. He knelt before her and peered at the hands hiding her face. He gently touched them. She dropped her fingers an inch to peek out at him with her wet blue eyes.

"Maybe you should take a nap, might make you feel better," He said softly. She laughed through the tears, a bitter sound they hadn't heard from her before, and dropped her hands to hold his tightly.

"It's not going to make me feel better. They always leave. They die, or they do something unforgivable and .... I thought if I got away and started over it would be different ..." She searched his face for a few moments before collapsing forward against him. Booth looked over at Angela and saw that she was crying and Bones and Camille had tears in their eyes. He pulled her up and swung her into his arms as she latched around his neck. He walked down to Brennan's office and sat down on the couch, the rest of the team following as she cried brokenly into his collar and he wondered, not for the first time, what such a young girl had seen in her life to make her so jaded.

I cannot go to the ocean
I cannot drive the streets at night
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without you on my mind
So you're gone and I'm haunted
And I bet you are just fine

Dawn woke up with a headache and groaned. Her shoes were sitting under the table in Dr. Brennan's office. She shoved the blanket off of her and scrubbed her eyes with her hand before glancing at the clock. 7 am. She sighed and stretched her arms and shoulders as she remembered everything about the evening before. She wasn't ashamed, just tired. She felt her hair and sighed before undoing the braid and running her fingers through the rippling strands the touched her hips. She looped the hair band around her wrist shoved the masses of hair behind her shoulders before walking out into the lab.

"Here sweety, black as sin," Angela said, handing Dawn a steaming mug.

"Thanks. Everyone else still here too?" She asked. Angela smiled sadly and nodded.

"Yeah, working on getting the bad guy." She looked like she wanted to say something else but didn't. Dawn walked up the stairs to her work station, opening the bottom drawer at her desk and pulling out a pair of fluffy black slippers and pulling them on.

"Skeletons just about clean," Hodgins grinned as he looked at the bugs eating all the flesh they didn't need anymore. She sipped her coffee and watched as well. She pointed at the right collarbone.

"Look at that, I was right. The break doesn't fit with the rest of them. This was done before the car crash, but not much earlier." Dawn told him. Hodgins looked up at her with his bright eyes and after a moment she looked back.

"Just say it, what ever it is," She told him.

"I'm sorry," He told her. Dawn frowned in confusion.

"I don't get it," she told him, trying to figure out what he could have possibly done.

"We were all so sure that something would happen and you'd break Zack's heart. You were the first girlfriend any of us met, and the first serious girlfriend he'd ever had. You came in here, sure of yourself, beautiful, legs a mile long and a brain that could go against his. He was lost the first time you guys talked ... and we never once guessed that it would be you that was heartbroken in the end," He told her. She nodded.

"Zack was special to you guys. I could see that. If I'd been in your shoes I would have given me a few talks to," She smiled sadly at him. "I know you're hurting at least as much as I am," She added, placing a hand on his shoulder. He glanced down at it and frowned for a moment before taking it in his hands and looking at her bruised knuckles.

"You want to explain that?" He asked. She chuckled self consciously.

"I lost a fight with a wall," She told him with a shrug. She didn't mention that she'd yet to plaster the multiple holes the walls of her home ... she'd also need to replace a door.

"I get that," He agreed with a little half smile and another glance at the tank with the bugs. "My beauties are done!"

Did I make it that
Easy to walk right in and out
Of my life?

Dawn got out of the taxi and walked into the bar. She smiled at Jim and he raised an eyebrow.

"Can I get a glass of water?" She asked. Jim smiled and got her one, setting it down in front of her.

"My boyfriend is a monster. But ... it doesn't make sense, you know?" She asked him. He nodded.

"People can hide what they are pretty well sometimes," He agreed. She nodded.

"He was so sweet ... so nice. He just ... he never ... I never thought that. I mean come on, who would guess their boyfriend was a freaking cannibal, right?" She asked, her lips trembling, but she successfully held back the tears.

"Yeah, I saw you on the news. Your friends seemed pretty surprised too," He told her. She sniffed and nodded.

"None of us had a clue." She agreed. He nodded again.

"I'll be back, but probably not for a couple days. I just wanted to say thanks," She looked up into his eyes and he smiled.

"Not a problem Dawn," He told her. She nodded and left. Smiling at a few of the gruff looking men that were so sweet to her. She'd always had a way with tough guys. She wandered out to her car and got in, driving to her condo and walking upstairs. It took her less than fifteen minutes to pack all of her clothes in duffel bags and get back down to her car.

"Going somewhere Dr. Summers?" Her doorman asked. Dawn smiled at his sad eyes.

"I think I'm gonna move Jeffrey," She told him. He understood. He'd met her boyfriend, thought he was a nice guy. Dawn took off to the 5 star hotel nearest the Jeffersonian, requesting a penthouse and heading upstairs to nap.

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?

"You got here quick," Camille said with a smile. Dawn nodded as she sat down. The rest of the group trickled in to talk about the case. When they were wrapped up Dawn cleared her throat.

"Uh, I was wondering if any of you guys could help me move. My lease on the condo is up in two weeks and I'm staying at the Hilton. I was ... I don't want to stay there. I'm looking at a couple places," She trailed off, looking around at everyone, wondering if they thought she was stupid.

"I'm in," Camille said immediately.

"Me too, just realize I sometimes go crazy with the whole interior decorating thing," Angela smiled.

"I'll clear my schedule, barring any murders," Brennan agreed.

"I'm good for heavy lifting," Booth agreed. She smiled at them all.

"I've got a couple trucks, always good for furniture," Hodgins told her.

"A couple?" Camille asked with a raised eyebrow.

"My family leaves cars at the house," Hodgins muttered, an embarrassed look on his face as people started ribbing him. Dawn smiled and leaned back, catching Booths eye as he winked at her. It wasn't alright, it wasn't fine ... but it would be. At least she was pretty sure it would be. After all, hearts didn't stay broken forever.

So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should have known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

The End

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