never brought to mind
Title: never brought to mind
Rating: G
Category: Booth/Brennan
Spoilers: general for Season 5
Word Count: 292
Author's Note: Written for falling_slowly, as requested on her Christmas wishlist. She wanted asked for "a Booth/Bones fic, 500 words or less on the moment they get together." I hope you enjoy :)
xxx
When Brennan thinks about it later on, it makes perfect sense that it happens here: in the lab, next to three hundred year old remains. As always, she finds logic even where logic doesn’t want to be found.
She works late on New Year’s Eve.
Her back is to him, and she’s all lab coat and latex gloves, bent to 45 degrees. He knew he would find her here.
“Booth?” She doesn’t look up.
“You’re missing the party.” Booth advances towards her. “You know, fancy food, important donors. The people who fund this whole operation.”
“It’s 9:00 on New Years Eve,” she counters. “Modern tradition dictates that they’ll still be out there at midnight. I have time.”
“What you mean, Bones, is that the real party is in here.”
If she liked psychology, she might wonder when it was exactly that Booth started to know what it was she really meant. But she hates psychology, so she doesn’t.
She straightens her posture, discarding her gloves. “Why aren’t you out there, then?”
He shrugs and leans back against the examining table, ignoring the skeleton that cohabitates. “You’re here.”
She furrows her brow for a split second, just long enough for him to notice, and he reaches for her hand.
“You can go back to the party, Booth. Don’t feel obligated to stay here on my account.”
His grip on her hand tightens and he flashes a smile, but the change she measures comes directly from his eyes.
“You’re here,” he repeats. His usual bravado replaced by a soft, quiet confidence, and his grin widens. She sees her Booth there, waiting patiently for her.
So he stays, and she lets him. He kisses her at 9:08 pm.
He doesn’t need an excuse.
xxx
End note: This is the first time I've ever written for Bones, so it's maybe not my greatest work. But I will probably write more and I will get better. In the meantime, I have been working out a number of plot bunnies, so keep watching and we'll see what I finish next. :)
Rating: G
Category: Booth/Brennan
Spoilers: general for Season 5
Word Count: 292
Author's Note: Written for falling_slowly, as requested on her Christmas wishlist. She wanted asked for "a Booth/Bones fic, 500 words or less on the moment they get together." I hope you enjoy :)
xxx
When Brennan thinks about it later on, it makes perfect sense that it happens here: in the lab, next to three hundred year old remains. As always, she finds logic even where logic doesn’t want to be found.
She works late on New Year’s Eve.
Her back is to him, and she’s all lab coat and latex gloves, bent to 45 degrees. He knew he would find her here.
“Booth?” She doesn’t look up.
“You’re missing the party.” Booth advances towards her. “You know, fancy food, important donors. The people who fund this whole operation.”
“It’s 9:00 on New Years Eve,” she counters. “Modern tradition dictates that they’ll still be out there at midnight. I have time.”
“What you mean, Bones, is that the real party is in here.”
If she liked psychology, she might wonder when it was exactly that Booth started to know what it was she really meant. But she hates psychology, so she doesn’t.
She straightens her posture, discarding her gloves. “Why aren’t you out there, then?”
He shrugs and leans back against the examining table, ignoring the skeleton that cohabitates. “You’re here.”
She furrows her brow for a split second, just long enough for him to notice, and he reaches for her hand.
“You can go back to the party, Booth. Don’t feel obligated to stay here on my account.”
His grip on her hand tightens and he flashes a smile, but the change she measures comes directly from his eyes.
“You’re here,” he repeats. His usual bravado replaced by a soft, quiet confidence, and his grin widens. She sees her Booth there, waiting patiently for her.
So he stays, and she lets him. He kisses her at 9:08 pm.
He doesn’t need an excuse.
xxx
End note: This is the first time I've ever written for Bones, so it's maybe not my greatest work. But I will probably write more and I will get better. In the meantime, I have been working out a number of plot bunnies, so keep watching and we'll see what I finish next. :)