I think Hodgins’ paralysis storyline will always be like in my top 5 list of Bones storylines. I have no direct experience with this in real life, so I don’t know if what they have done is realistic (even though TJ said he tried to be as accurate as possible), but I think it was very human. They did a wonderful job with Hodgins’ character. They showed us his journey through different stages and emotions and that’s wonderful. But anyway, it was never too dramatic or too light or too over the top. It was just there and you saw it unfold without changing the structure or without alterning the tone of the show. You had the chance to see this character struggle - just like everyone around him - being hopeful, then being sad, then being angry. Thanks to TJ’s talent but thanks to the writers too, I felt everything that this character was feeling and it was perfect. I particularly loved the conclusion of it in the season premiere. It was painful to see, because we love these characters too much, but it was right. Handicaps are okay. Injuries are okay. I wouldn’t have liked to see a miracle recovery, because that’s not what Bones is about. And it amazes me that one of the best storylines belongs to supporting characters. I mean, it’s perfectly okay, but we are too used to shows that don’t value their supporting casts. You would expect something like this to happen to main characters and last for like a couple of episodes for the sake’s of drama and that’s the difference between Bones and other shows (to me at least.) This group of people works perfectly both on screen and in real life that you enjoy watching them there. You feel for them, you root for them and you don’t even think that you are not watching the leads on something, because after all, on Bones, they are all leads. Every character is a lead in their own way.
(A/N): I decided to go with a different sort of approach, just to help some people relate to this more I guess?
Request: I’m watching political animals and wondered if you could write a fic about bucky finding the reader unconscious from a suicide attempt in a car (like TJ in the show)? Just an inspiration you don’t have to follow the show :)
Warning: cutting, blood, suicidal reader, it’s angsty you guys
Bucky had always known (Y/N) struggled with many things; depression, anxiety, OCD, self esteem issues, and more than enough suicidal thinking to drive one mad but he thought that they were doing fine, he thought their medication had been working; little did he know that it was only making them worse, only making them want to take their life more.
It had been a sunshiney afternoon when Bucky sensed it, he sensed something was wrong with (Y/N) (he had a knack for detecting stuff like that). They were in the shower at the moment and they had specifically asked Bucky to never, ever walk in on them during their showers but he just couldn’t ignore this feeling.
With a soft sigh Bucky placed the tv remote down and made his way into his bedroom- a bedroom
he had once shared with (Y/N). But recently they had needed their space and they took up to sleeping in a room across the hall. It was strange not having a body pressed right up against his during the night, all he had now was a vast ocean if empty sheets- but that didnt matter now, what mattered were Bucky’s gut feelings about (Y/N).
He gingerly knocked on the bathroom door but when there came no reply other than the gushing shower Bucky did get a little worried and that’s when he heard it, the soft sob of (Y/N), a broken, painful little noise that made Bucky’s chest ache. Whatever was going on in there was more important than (Y/N) telling him to stay out, something was wrong and he wasn’t going to stand around and wait to find out. Without a moments hesitation Bucky opened the door only to be hit with the copious amounts of steam from the shower.
“Fucking worthless,” (Y/N)’s voice cracks as they berate themselves, something Bucky was used to hearing at this point. “Piece of shit- everyone would be better off without you,” There’s a sudden sob from their lips and Bucky all but lunges for the shower curtain, ripping it back as his nerves finally take control. Bucky’s heart plummets as he takes in the scene, blood coated the bottom of the shower, (Y/N)’s wrist was pooling blood, and clasped between their fingers was a small knife, a knife they had to have stolen from Bucky’s bedside table.
Immediately Bucky reaches for the knife, hoping to get it away from (Y/N) before they hurt themselves more.
“No!” (Y/N) yells as they clutch the knife tightly. “Don’t come near me!”
“(Y/N)-” Bucky reached out for them again but this time they didn’t recoil instead they took the knife and set to furiously cutting their wrists, leaving puddles of blood to hit the shower walls, floor, and anything between. “(Y/N)! Stop!” Bucky yelled as he grabbed them, trying to wrestle the knife from their grasp without hurting them further. “(Y/N)! Drop it!” Bucky hugged their arms at their sides with one arm while the other desperately reached for the blood soaked knife. (Y/N) sobbed against him, futilely trying to get away.
"Let me die, let me die, why won’t you le me die?“ (Y/N) was nearly screaming now as they attempted to break out of Bucky’s grasp. "God, just let me fucking die!” (Y/N)’s voice was so Loud and full of so much pain Bucky nearly started to cry but he had to keep it together, he had to keep it together for (Y/N).
Finally Bucky wrestled the knife successfully out of (Y/N)’s grasp and he was able to chuck it into the shower as he picked (Y/N) up, carrying them out of the water and blood stained shower.
"Please just let me die,“ (Y/N) sobs as Bucky grabs a towel to wrap around their bleeding wrists. "Friday, call Bruce down here now!” Bucky yelled as he made a tourniquet of sorts out of the towels. Even with his expertise the blood was soaking through towel, turning the white pieces of cloth red.
"I’m so sorry Bucky, I’m so sorry-“
"it’s okay doll,” Bucky soothed as he held their wrists tightly. “It’s okay,” Bucky looked at their wrists as he bit his lip. God- how could he not have noticed that they weren’t okay? Why did he have to let it come to this? This could have been avoidable if only Bucky had-
"Bucky, it’s Bruce, is everything okay?“
"No, no. Bruce we need you in here now,” The door creaked open and not even a minute later Bruce appeared in the bathroom, looking the scene over once before quickly setting to work; He didnt even have to say anything to know what was going on.
"Bucky, bring them down to the lab stat,“ Bucky nods as he picks up (Y/N), holding them to his body as though it’d be the last time he could and with the way (Y/N)’s towels were starting to drip blood he was starting to think that maybe it would.
Bruce had gotten (Y/N)’s level back to normal, they were alive and that’s all Bucky cared about.
"I’m prescribing you some new meds, the lowest dosage though so we can see how well you react to them,” Bruce muttered as he handed (Y/N) a bottle of medicine. “But that’s not gonna be enough (Y/N)- I think you need to start seeing a counselor-"
“(Y/N), you’re seeing a counselor, I’ll call him myself and set up an appointment for you. But we’re also going to have to monitor you 24/7 and by we I mean Bucky. I’m sorry but we can’t trust you to be alone anymore, no sleeping in separate bedrooms anymore, no more missions until you get better, and wherever you go Bucky goes, understand?” (Y/N) nods as they sniffle, wiping at their dripping nose as they stare at the floor intently. “Good,” Bruce smiled gently. “I just want you to know (Y/N),” Bruce placed a gentle hand on their thigh, gripping their knee softly. “We all care about you, every single one of us, anyone you’ve saved, they care too. Not a single person wouldn’t care if you died, I hope you can realize this someday,” And with that and another gentle smile Bruce turned on his heel to walk out of the lab, leaving (Y/N) and Bucky alone.
“Wanna go get some clothes?” Bucky whispers to (Y/N) who was still sopping wet from their shower. (Y/N) nods softly as they reach their arms out, silently asking for Bucky to pick them up. With a soft smile Bucky complies, holding (Y/N) tightly as he escorted them back up to their floor. They gently nuzzled their face into Bucky’s neck, most likely to get away from reality, to hide away until everything suddenly got better.
The elevator dings and Bucky walks onto their floor. His eyes immediately train in on the small droplets of blood that had most likely stained the wood at this point. God- he had almost lost (Y/N), his sweet, precious (Y/N). Pain wells within his chest as he stares a a particularly large spot of blood, the image of (Y/N)’s bleeding wrists return to mind and Bucky feels as though he may vomit but he doesn’t- he steels himself and carries on, bound and determined to be the strong one.
Bucky carries them to their room, their shared room. He grabs them a sweatshirt and some shorts but when they get dressed they only put on the sweatshirt, his sweatshirt.
“Can we-” (Y/N) licks ther lips as they stare at their heavily bandaged wrists. “Can we just lay down for now? Maybe listen to some music or something?"
"Yeah, of course doll,” Whatever kept (Y/N) protected and happy at this point Bucky would do it, even if it was the most ridiculous and strange thing he had ever heard he sure as hell would still do it. Bucky nods as sits on the bed, (Y/N) following closely at his side. “What do you wanna listen to?”
“Can we listen to some of the old stuff, the stuff from your time?” Bucky smiles and nods as (Y/N) keeps their eyes glued to their lap, obviously too ashamed to look Bucky in the eyes.
"Friday, will you please play the oldies but goodies playlist?“
"Certainly sir,” the ai chimed and suddenly a soft, almost jazzy melody filled the room. Satisfied with his choice Bucky laid down on the bed, once again (Y/N) following his lead. Immediately they curl up to him, practically as close as humanly possible but Bucky didn’t mind- in fact he rather enjoyed the close proximity.
Everything is silent for awhile as the two lay there, merely holding each other tightly, as though their lives depended upon it. But eventually the silence is broken by (Y/N)’s soft, broken voice.
"I’m sorry Bucky, I’m so sorry you had to see that,“
"it’s okay doll, it was nothing I couldn’t handle,"
"you don’t deserve that, after seeing so much bloodshed you shouldn’t have to see it in your goddamn home-"
"Hey, no, don’t think like that. I don’t care about that, what I care about is you being safe and happy and feeling loved, not if I had to walk in on a bit of blood.” (Y/N) falls silent again, most likely as they think through their words but just as quickly as the silence came over them it dissipates once again.
“I’m so sorry you have to deal with me and all my baggage,”
“(Y/N), if there’s anyone who should be apologizing it’s me. I’ve got more baggage than anyone in this tower so don’t you dare think for one second that you’re a burden or whatever is going through your head, okay? We’ve both got some problems, I’ll admit that, but I won’t ever regret loving you because of that.” (Y/N) falls silent once again, unshed tears brimming at their eyes, just waiting to spill over.
No one breaks the silence this time, instead they simply lay there, listening to soft music of days past all the while holding each other like it would be the last time they could only now Bucky knew it wouldn’t be.