Okay So this the beginning of my first story ever. It has a LOT of errors probably since I had no one I could trust to proof read it. Any Volunteers? There will probably a lot of editing as a result of my poor ability to write things without ever going back to correct. So your criticism is actually needed and very much appreciated.
Disclaimer; I do not own Bones!
"Come on Bones, you have to admit it was pretty incredible." Booth said sitting across from his partner, gloating at the mere remembrance of his son, Parkers earlier football game. They were at the diner eating breakfast while Booth discussed his son Parker's latest attribute.
"Yeah, Booth I don't deny that Parker is indeed incredibly talented or that his actions were impressive, he's by far a very intelligent off spring and it's clear he's inherited your athletic ability." Brennan answered as she took another bite of her toast. Booth groaned at that and put down the piece of bacon he was bringing to his mouth. Brennan looked concerned at her partner, worried he must be feeling some kind of discomfort.
"Booth, are you okay? Does your stomach hurt?" Brennan asked her voice slightly altered. Booth cleaned his hand with a napkin and then threw the rolled up paper onto his plate indicating he wasn't going to eat anymore. "Booth," Brennan repeated still concerned.
"I'm fine Bones, it's just…" he didn't finish. Brennan waited patiently as her partner formulated the right words in his mind. She knew her intelligence was by far higher than Booth's, but he was a people's person. Whatever he was going to say was probably difficult and would somehow offend her so he thought about it more. She'd been learning the ability to do that herself. According to Booth even though she spoke with facts and her intentions were never to offend, she somehow always managed to do so anyhow.
"Why do you have to say off spring?" Booth asked. That was what bothered him? That she had said off spring. Brennan was confused now.
"I don't understand Booth does the word offend you? I thought that only happened when we spoke of sexual intercourse." She asked her tone conversational. Booth winced at the word.
"Gosh Bones, why don't say it any louder so that everyone else can hear." He hissed. Brennan misread his indication and began repeating her words a little louder.
"Bones!" Booth hissed again looking around smiling his Booth smile at a few customers and the waitress named Adriana who had turned to look at them. He waved them off politely and then turned back to Brennan. Her face was clearly focused on his as she tried to read him again. His reaction suddenly struck her.
"That was the use of sarcasm wasn't it?" she asked embarrassed. "Yeah, Bones and can't we not talk about that—thing—you know I don't like talking about." His face flushed clearly blushing. Brennan stared at him as she smiled. She enjoyed it when she got her partner uncomfortable and he was adorable when he blushed.
"Fine, Booth we won't discuss sexual intercourse," she purposely said once more and just like she'd hope he squirmed in his seat and she bit her bottom lip trying to contain her smile. She then continued to make her point.
"I still don't see why you find the word off spring—" Booth interrupted. "—because it makes him sound like he was—hatched or something." He said annoyed.
"Booth, you know that's slightly incorrect our descendants…" she stopped when she noticed another look on Booth face. This specific look she did know. It was the look of frustration.
"Fine, I will not call Parker your offspring in future references." She said quickly.
"Thank you," Booth answered smiling politely.
"What should I call him then?" She asked finishing her toast.
"How 'bout Parker Bones?" he suggested. He took a sip of his coffee.
"I mean in reference to what his relation is to you." She explained.
"Well Bones, we normal IQ 'd people would call him my son." He said almost in a monotone.
"I despise that."
"Despise what? The word son?" he asked confused.
"No I'm fine with that word it's to tone of irrelevance that you used." She answered. Now she was the one who cleaned her hands and threw her napkin back on the table. She then crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back.
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Booth couldn't help but smile at her sudden pouty faced. The thought of having a daughter look just like her using that same stubborn position came to him. He shook his head mentally trying not to think about it. He knew where he stood with Bones and he had to respect her different way of thinking. If anything this conversation should've been a clear indication on how far she still had to go.
"You're right, I apologize." He said sincere. He flashed her another smile and this time it was her who couldn't help it. She smiled back as she loosened her rigid pose and grabbed her cup of coffee.
"I appreciate that." She said satisfied.
"Parker really was incredible." She then said in a small voice. Booth grinned and fought the urge to ask her why she hadn't given him that same answer earlier.
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Booth dropped Brennan at her office and she was just hanging her coat when Angel walked into her office.
"Hey Bren, I just finished facial reconstruction on our victim." She said.
"Oh thanks Angela, did you inform Dr. Soroyan?" Brennan asked her best friend.
"Yeah I did." Brennan sat down at her desk while she thought about Booth squirming in his seat at the mention of sex. She couldn't help but smile at the memory.
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"Sweetie, is there something you want to tell me?" Angela asked suspicious. She studied Brennan's reaction to her question studiously as. Brennan however was still deep in thought. Strange, Angela thought to herself.
"Sweetie?" she asked moving closer. Still no reaction.
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Brennan's thoughts drifted to seeing Booth's bare chest this morning when he woke up. How she had to work hard to fight the urge to run her hand over his temples of his chest just to see how it felt like.
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"BREN!" Angela yelled. Brennan seemed to snap back.
"Oh Angela, d-did you want something else?" Brennan asked blushing.
"Yeah, I wanna know where you just came from." Angel asked dubiously. She already knew the answer to her own question but she felt the need to hear the actual words come from Bren's mouth.
"I was having breakfast with Booth, he just dropped me off." Brennan said clueless to why that was at all relevant.
"Ah." Angela simply said. There wasn't much interesting about Booth and Brennan eating a meal together, unless of course it happened during a moon and candle light dinner, or in front of warm a lit fire place during the cold winter while they eat the meal of each other's naked body and then—now it was Angela who snapped back from memory lane. She'd have to remember her husband, a certain entomologist, to pick up whip cream on the way back to their mansion.
"And what was it that you did yesterday afternoon, or even before the afternoon for that matter I tried to reach you." Angela pressed.
"Oh, I went with Booth," Go figure, Angela thought.
"to Parker's first football match, then we went to celebrate and then home when Parker fell asleep."
Okay, did she just hear, home, as in singular, as in, one home? Angela thought as she tried her best not to freak.
"I guess we lost track of time." Brennan said quickly as she focused on her computer screen instead of her best friend who was having palpitations.
"What happened to your phone?" She almost squealed, trying not to get ahead of herself.
"I discovered during dinner that I had left it at Booths place so we went back to get it and we had some wine—hey it says here that our victim might have suffered from brittle bone disease, but that can't be—" Angela interrupted Brennan. Her eyes were practically bulging out as she waited suspenseful to hear what further happened.
"—Sweetie our victim is dead and she'll stay that way, and quite frankly I might go the same path if you don't tell me what happened after the wine." She said desperate.
"Angela it's highly unlikely for you to—"
"—Brenn please?" she begged brazenly. Brennan gave up quickly.
"Booth and I drank some wine and he refused to let me take a cab home so he let me stay there at his place." Brennan continued afraid her friend would burst, not literally of course, if she didn't.
"WHAT!?" Angela yelled excitedly. Brennan jumped in her seat.
"Angela what's wrong?" Brennan asked concerned. Angela took a deep breath in and out to calm herself down.
"Wait so you stayed at his place what else?" she asked ignoring her friend's earlier question.
This kept getting better and better.
"Nothing else happened Angela. Booth carried Parker back to his room and I slept there Parker's room. Now are you sure you're okay?" Brennan asked still concerned. Angela looked a little disappointed at the turn of events. Her friend seemed clueless as ever.
"I am now." She said annoyed as she went and sat down on the couch of Bren's office.
Of course nothing happened. Nothing was ever going to happen between the two partners. She had to stop getting her hopes up it was clearly not helping her mental state.
"Why are you angry?" Brennan asked worried. Angela took another deep breath.
"I'm fine sweetie I'm not angry it's just…" she couldn't quite continue without actually building anger. This situation sucked for someone who loved to meddle like she did. She fought harder each day to control the urge of finally locking both Brennan and Booth in a room until they admitted that they were in love.
"What Ange?" Brennan asked clueless.
Of course she was. God could there be anyone else who was beyond just normal intelligence yet so dense when it came to things that actually mattered.
"Nothing Sweetie." She simply answered. Angela had promised Hodgins and Booth that she'd stay out of this so that's what she had to do. Brennan had to come to her own conclusions when she was ready and even though Angela loved her best friend she knew that it would the only way for Brennan to know it was real. She couldn't be pushed into love she had to not just feel it but identify it like she did with bones.
"You sure?" Brennan asked just for assurance. Angela sighed.
"Yeah." She stood up and left the office. She had a can of whip cream to buy. All the sexual frustration was making her horny. And just because some people couldn't act on their impulses it didn't meant she couldn't.
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Brennan knew why Angela had reacted the way she did. Well she wasn't sure but she had one of those gut feelings telling her that it had something to do with sex, or making love, as Booth like to call it. When Brennan had mentioned she had stayed at his apartment she knew that Angela would get her hopes up and be disappointed when Brennan finished her story, and it was exactly what had happened. She tried to distract her friend but her communication skills were still far from fully developed when it came to creating proper diversion in a verbal human interaction she didn't want to continue. She couldn't lie to her best friend either which left her with the only left possibility which was the truth. Her friend had been waiting anxiously for Booth and her to get together. Even though Brennan knew she felt strongly attracted to her partner she wasn't sure what exactly it was beside the sexual tension that had always been there. It was also the fear that she felt, at the thought that she alone felt this way when she was around Booth. That he did not return the feelings, whatever they were. This kept her from confiding in her best friend. Of course there was the fact that Angela could hardly keep secrets, and that Angela was more invested in the relationship to work then she was in her own marriage. But mostly it was that Brennan couldn't allow herself to be that vulnerable in no one's eyes. She was Dr. Temperance Brennan not just anyone.
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Booth knew he had to have patience now more than anything. He hoped that she'd get there eventually. It was just getting harder keeping the feelings he was feeling bottled up. Why he had to go and fall in love with his partner he didn't know but he just was. Brennan meant everything to him. Brennan and Parker were the two most important people in his life and yesterday he had spend the day and night with both of them and it had been amazing. First they watched his son score his first touchdown in his first game of football, and he couldn't have been filled with more pride at that moment, after which the three of them went to celebrate. Just the three of them and they almost looked like a real family. He then glowed at having his Bones by his side as he carried his exhausted and sleeping six year old son back to the apartment and to bed. And how she had helped him take of Parker's shoes and put him in his pajama's. She instantly knew what she was doing and despite of several times she denied wanting to have children she had looked like a real mother. They then sat on the couch drinking wine as they talked about how perfect the day had been. And when they finished the bottle Booth could barely restrain himself from kissing her soft lips. But he did. He couldn't allow her to leave though. He knew it would've been in best interest of everyone if he had but he just couldn't bring himself to do so.
So he carried Parker to his own bedroom and let Bones sleep in his son's bedroom. She had agreed after he practically begged her and he could barely close his eyes when he reminded himself constantly that Bones was just a few doors down from his room. When he finally did drift to sleep he woke up early at the smell of freshly brewed coffee in the morning. His eyes fluttered open instantly remembering that his partner had slept at his place. Parker had already left his bed and he could hear his son's chirpy voice in the kitchen. Booth immediately stood up and went to his kitchen stretching along the way. Booth stood almost paralyzed as he stared at the woman leaning over the kitchen island as she chatted excitedly with Parker whom sat on a high barstool eating his cereal. The boy animatedly spoke back. It wasn't just the scene of them to together in the early morning that had captured his heart and made his insides go warm. It was the way Bones looked. She'd been wearing one of his gray FBI sweatshirts that fitted her like a dress as they stopped right at the thighs of her long beautiful legs. Her hair fell down around her face still slightly messed up from sleeping. Her face was scrubbed clean and even without a inch of make up on her soft pale skin she still looked piercingly beautiful. Even more then how beautiful she usually looked in his eyes. He wished so badly that one day he'd wake up next to that face and that person. His Bones. It took him all his might not to imagine things. Things that would probably make him the happiest man on the planet. Like being married to Bones, and start a family with her. All the things he wanted with the woman he loved. He knew that if he allowed his mind to wander to much he'd regret it later when she had gone back to her apartment and Parker was back at his mother's both leaving him alone again. It had been a bad idea to allow her to stay, not only because he wanted her to, but because now that he had the slight idea of what he could one day have the possibility that she might never cave and give in, terrified him.
Booth had just received a text from Bones telling him that Hodgins had something new on the case they were working on. He hurried back to the Jeffersonian. Not only because he wanted to catch the bad guy, but he also wanted to see Bones again. The image of her in his sweatshirt this morning still burned in his memory.
He went straight in the direction of her office when he got to the lab despite the fact that Hodgin's had been waving a file at him.
"Dude," he heard him call behind him but he just waved Hodgins away. He wanted to look into a pair of piercing blue eyes at the moment.
He was almost near the glass windows of her office when she spotted both of them on the couch. Angela looked angry and frankly annoyed. Bones was frowning and showing signs of distress towards her best friend. Booth didn't want to eaves drop but he wanted to know if he was the cause of her distress. He knew she'd never confide in him, honestly if he'd ask. Had he pushed her too far last night by begging her to stay? Oh God please how he wished it was far from it because he certainly hadn't meant to make her sad or angry in any way.
Luckily they had their backs turned to him so they didn't spot him as he moved towards the corner.
"Sweetie, I tried to stay out of it but it really bothers me seeing you unhappy like this." Angela's voice said. Booth listened in closer maybe Bones would voice out what it was that made her unhappy.
"Ange, I'm fine." Bones answered. She was always deflecting her feelings.
"I wish you would just talk to me and tell me what you're feeling." Angela pressed. Though Booth didn't want Angela pushing Bones he knew that she might just need to. At least he'd know where he stood. It was quiet for a minute. He held his breath.
"Well Ange I'd hate to disappoint you but there isn't anything going on between Booth and I nor would there ever. I do feel something for him but it's not what you think it is. He's my partner and my best friend and nothing more!" Bones snapped. She then stood up to walk away but Angela stood up right behind her and pulled her arm so she'd turn around.
"Keep telling yourself that--" Angela began when she cut of when she saw her friends sudden horror struck face. It was then that Special Agent Seeley Booth felt his heart break as he finally exhaled and stared into those pale blue eyes.
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"Brenn?" Angela asked concerned. She was just going to ask what was wrong when Bones spoke.
"Booth," she said. It was almost a whisper. Angela turned around to see the Agent standing behind the glass window. What she saw in his face almost broke her heart.
"Oh my God." was all she could say.
Booth tried pulling himself together. The pain he felt from Brennan's harsh words were nothing compared to the many times he'd been shot, hurt or even tortured. No it was far worse but he held it in either way. He had a case to attend. He turned and swiped himself onto the platform. He could feel Angela right behind him, but he couldn't turn around and face her again.
"Hodgins what you got?" He asked as he reached the entomologist.
"Finally," Hodgins responded as he turned around to face the agent his goggle's still on his nose.
"The strange particle you found on the bottom—" he stopped his tracks when he saw the agents face. If he didn't know any better he'd say that Booth looked like he might have just gotten shot.
"You okay?" He asked. Right when Booth started to tell Hodgins to mind his own business Angela reached them.
"Booth, we need to talk." She said. He turned around and even though he wanted to snap at Angela he didn't find he had enough power to do so. He just passed her and walked off the platform heading out of the building. He needed to get away from here.
"Booth?" Bones voice said behind him right as he was passing Dr. Soroyan's office. He knew that even though he was heartbroken and the last thing he wanted to do was face Bones he couldn't just ignore her. This wasn't her fault. He was the one who had let his feelings run wild. He filled himself with hope that maybe she did care for him more than a friend would. He told himself that she just had to realize it. He had been wrong and it wasn't her fault.
"What is it Bones?" He asked not looking quite at her.
"We have a case." She said her voice small. Of course she'd say something like that. He couldn't help but scoff.
"I know that Bones." He said as he turned around and walked away out of the building. He couldn't deal with this. Seeley Booth never walked away from anything until now. And it was until he was safely in his car that he realized that he had just walked away from one of the most important people in his life.
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She stood there paralyzed. Booth had just walked away. What else did she expect? After what she had said and then instead of saying the words she wanted to say, the words she was feeling, to try and fix things she made things even worse. She wanted to take it all back. From the moment when she had said those words in her office to Angela out of anger of her pushing her to just a few seconds ago.
"Dr. Brennan, are you okay." Dr. Soroyan said almost a minute after Booth left. She stared at Brennan who was still running the scene's over and over again in her mind.
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Angela finally reached her best friend after leaving an almost panicked Hodgins on the platform.
"What the hell just happened!" Hodgins yelled to himself just when the depressive intern Collins reached him.
"That's what I would like to know." Collins said with almost the same fervor in his voice. Hodgins looked at him surprised.
"What are you talking about?" He asked. Collins arched an eyebrow.
"My mother and my girlfriend are having brunch tomorrow morning." He answered. Hodgins shook his head, glared at him and walked off the platform.
"Why is it that people always walk away from me?" Collins said almost hurt.
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"Sweetie, lets go to your office." Angela said carefully wrapping her arm around Brennan's shoulder.
"He walked away. He can't do that we have a case." Brennan said defensive not aware that anyone even existed around her.
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"Was that Booth that just left?" Dr. Soroyan asked confused and curious now. She had never known Booth to walk away from anything, let alone a case or the person he obviously adored the most in life. What was going on?
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"Yeah, he just needs some time he'll be back." Angela said both to Cam and Brennan. She knew her voice was anything but assuring but it was all she could do right now. She wasn't sure of anything certainly not if Booth could handle what just happened. She'd never seen him like that. So hurt.
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Brennan slipped out of her best friends arm and walk towards her office. She needed some time to breath. Angela hadn't sounded like her confident self and only the thought of her partner maybe not returning made her chest tighten and the huge spacious lab feel suddenly so small. She could hear Angela's footsteps behind her but she couldn't find the strength to tell her to back off. She took of her lab coat off and grabbed her other coat.
"Sweetie, where are you going?" Angela asked concerned.
"I need some air Ange." Brennan said quick.
"Well," Angela stopped her best friend by pulling her arm. Brennan turned around and stared at her angry now, and Angela wasn't sure how to continue.
"I don't need you to follow me Angela." Brennan said stern.
"It's okay, I just…" She started again.
"What Ange?" Brennan asked impatient.
"I think Booth needs some air too." Angela let out quickly. This time Brennan didn't need a clearer explanation to what her friend mean with her words. Angela didn't want her to follow Booth.
"Fine!" she snapped, as she continued to walk out of the sliding doors.
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Cam was just asking Dr. Hodgins what was going on when she spotted Brennan stomping out of the lab as she pulled on her jacket. She wanted to yell after her but the look on Dr. Temperance Brennan's face told her it was better if she didn't.
"All this drama, and everyone just seems to forget we have a case." She said throwing her hands in the air right as Angela made her way to Hodgins and her. She of course wanted to know what was happening to her most valuable doctor but didn't want to sound nosy after what she had just said. Luckily burning with obviously same curiosity she had Hodgins asked his wife for her.
"What happened Angela?" He asked his wife almost accusingly.
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Hodgin's knew his wife long enough to know she had something to do with what had just been going on. Booth in obvious pain, and rational Dr. B acting very irrational by storming out of the lab randomly.
"Something I'm not sure can be fix." Angela answered. All three of them stared at the sliding doors where two of their friends had just walked out of one of the first time in a long time separately.
"I know what you mean, how can mother do this to me?" Collins asked making all three of them jump as they turned around to face the six foot tall intern. Both Cam and Angela looked at him confused not sure the guy was mentally stable.
"I fell very uncomfortable when people stare at me like this." Collins added. On that note Hodgins walked away shaking his hand muttering something that sounded along the words of creepy. Angela looked away trying hard not to comment. And Cam scratched the back of her head uncomfortably as she looked away.
"Ange can you--" Cam began asking as Angela quickly looked up.
"Oh yes thank God." She said not even knowing the question.
"Okay," Cam said as they both walked away.
"Don't they know how much it hurts when they do that?" Collins said as he continued to stare at the sliding doors.