[lunitka]

Все любят Лайтмана, ну, любили, до второй половины второго сезона.
А у меня вот другой любимый психолог - Лэнс Свитс (Dr. Lance Sweets)

Он такой же, как Лайтман, только в сериале про Ульрику "Кости", вдвое моложе и без английского акцента. У него несчастное детство, подсознательное желание стать сыном Бреннан и Бута и очаровательная улыбка. Он такой милый, что на протяжение всего 3-его сезоне все считали его Громогоном, таинственным маньяком-каннибалом. Хотя на самом деле маньяком оказался

спойлер, помещенный здесь членами тайного общества...

Зак, предыдущий, появившийся до Лэнса, "юный пусечка гений" сериала.

Ну а суть в чем. Я долго шипила его с персонажем, с которым он не встречался - с Гордоном Уайеттом (Dr. Gordon Wyatt) из второго сезона.

Ну вы поняли, почему я их шиплю, да? Фррррррай...
Когда в эпизоде Mayhem on a Cross они встретились, я поняла, что создатели сериала их шипят (ударение на первый слог, да) тоже. Вы почитайте, почитайте цитатки:

Цитатки. Кряк-кряк

Gordon: And on a happier note, I’m to meet your bright young thing, Dr. Sweets.
Booth: Sweets? Why Sweets?
Gordon: Well, he wants to interview me for the book he’s writing on you and the lovely Dr. Brennan.


Gordon: I think this is the best work I have read on the dynamics of opposite personality types working towards a common cause.
Sweets: Now I’m hearing a caveat.
Gordon: It’s a small one. It’s just that Brennan and Booth aren’t in any way opposites.
Sweets: Wow, small? *laughs* What is that, British understatement?
Gordon: Oh yes, he’s a man, she’s a woman, he’s instinctual, she’s empirical.
Sweets: Opposites.
Gordon: Superficial ephemeral, Dr. Sweets.
Sweets: Wow, okay, what about the sexual component in their relationship?
Gordon: Ah.
Sweets: Would you agree that they have both, uh, sublimated their attraction to each other out of fear for endangering their working relationship because their working relationship is paramount to both of them?
Gordon: Alas, I’m afraid I wouldn’t agree with that, no.
Sweets: Wow, which part?
Gordon: Well, everything you just said. Yes, one of them is acutely aware of that attraction, struggles with it daily as a matter of fact.
Sweets: Wow…*laughs* I’m sorry I keep saying that. Which one?
Gordon: It’s your book, Dr. Sweets. I would never tell you what to write.


Booth: Wait a sec, what do you mean Gordon Gordon is gonna quit psychiatry?
Sweets: Well I asked him to write the intro to my book about you two and he told me he couldn’t because he was retiring.
Bones: Is it possible he just hated your book?
Sweets: Thank you.

Gordon: Your Dr. Sweets liked it as an adolescent, he’s turned out rather well. For the most part.
Booth: For the most part?
Gordon: Well, I read his book. And as is the case with most writing, it reveals more about the writer than about the subject matter, which in this case is you.
Bones: Can you provide an example?
Gordon: For one thing, he finds it extremely frustrating your lack of willingness of discussing your childhood experiences with him.
Bones: What does that tell you?
Booth: Don’t don’t--do not ask him that he’s going to think we both had traumatic childhoods.
Bones: We did. Your father was a violent drunk and mine abandoned me.
Booth : *claps* Great, thank you, just tell everybody here at the diner, why don’t you Bones? Go ahead.
Bones: : Sweets... has scars on his back. Old ones.
Gordon: Really?
Booth: What kind of scars?
Bones: Like he'd been whipped.
Booth: Whipped?
Bones: I saw them.
Gordon: That explains his near obsession with your childhood trauma, doesn’t it?


Gordon: But these were loving wonderful people.
Sweets: Yes.
Gordon: They saved you, but now they’re gone. You’re an ophan.
Sweets: My parents died within weeks of each other.
Gordon: Recently I’d say, the wound is still fresh.
Sweets: Just before I came to work here.
Gordon: So now you're mostly alone in the world. But they had time to save you. They gave you a good life, and that's why you believe that people can be saved by other people with good hearts. That's the gift your parents left you. That, and the gift of a truly good heart. That gives you a deeper calling I do not share.


Booth: Well here’s to Gordon Gordon, without him we would not have been able to solve a murder.
Bones: I hate to admit it, but it’s true. To Gordon Gordon—
Gordon: Stop it, please, look this is exactly what Sweets wanted—I’m too good a psychiatrist ever to leave etc, well no-just put your glasses down, would you? Please? *they do* Might I offer you a bit of advice regarding young Dr. Sweets?
Booth: Might we try to stop you?
Bones: Why do we need advice about Sweets?
Booth: We don’t, Sweets is just fine.
Gordon: He most definitely is not fine, I’ve read his book!
Bones: What, does he say something mean about us?
Gordon: On the contrary. You might as well know that he lost both his adoptive parents just before coming to work with your de facto crime fighting unit.
Booth: What are we, The Land of Misfit Toys?
Gordon: But he’s a good lad, Sweets, but this book he’s writing, he’s using it as the vehicle to get what he actually wants, which is…a family.
Bones: So he imprinted on us like a baby duck? So what do we do?
Booth: Nothing, okay? Sweets is not a baby duck.
Gordon: He wants what we all want. He wants to find out his place in the world.
Bones: We could find a permanent place for him, right?
Booth: Ahh, Gordon Gordon is gonna want us to divulge or share or bond or something awful.
Gordon: Look, perhaps you might just show the lad that he’s not the only one with scars on his back.
Bones: But he is. *off Gordon Gordon’s look* Too literal.
Gordon: By the way, what I’m making here, this is the masterpiece that got me accepted into the Culinary Institute, alright? But, it doesn’t keep. So, uh, be back in an hour, yeah?
Booth: Let’s go.
Bones: What? Where are we going?
Booth: Duck hunting, come on.
Bones: Not literally right?
Booth: Quack. Come on. Quack quack.

Финальным аккордом моего счастья стало то, что не только я и создатели сериала, но еще кто-то читает Фрейдистский подтекст ("but Sigmund's been largely discredited, so to hell with him" (c) ) - и даже пишет фики. Адын фик, адын. Но уже что-то.

Зачем я тут повесила этот пост? В надежде, что любовь к пейрингам заразна, если честно.

УПД: главное забыла!))) В молодости они оба увлекались тяжелым металлом. Не тем, который химия, а тем, который музыка