A little something for my glorious captain
sangueuk's birthday. Being smart, deep and badass, she loves sex mixed with philosophy, and so I went and wrote slightly shmoopy angst. Maybe imagining them all with Southern accents will help.
Summary: Jim accompanies Bones to the McCoy annual picnic, which under the circumstances counts as a favor, especially in
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I'm a McCoy from East Tennessee, so you can imagine how much I enjoyed the setting.
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Yeah, I had some fun wiping the tourist traps off the map. Shlock in central Florida is one thing, but in the middle of the Smokies is quite another (sorry, Floridians).
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Bones' mom reminds me of my great grandmother. Jim is so, so hurt here and it's really palpable. *hugs them both*
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I think every family has a fretful flower--a legacy of an age where women weren't given enough to do, and so hopefully not very common in the future.
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Oh man, I was so tense and upset with the boys for most of it, then Bones finally 'fessed up, and ahhhhhh. *squishes the boys, and you, SO HARD!!!!*
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