Bones: WWBD (Booth/Bones) PG
For mandilyn, who asked for Bones and Booth.
“You don't honestly believe that God sees everything you do, do you?” She's wearing that half-smile that means she thinks he's joking.
He grimaces and turns back to the road. “Well...yeah, yeah, I do, Bones. I mean, it's one of the basic tenants of the Bible.”
“Are you sure you're not getting him mixed up with Santa Claus?" She'd probably shove his shoulder if he wasn't driving. "'He sees you when you're sleeping and knows when you're awake'?” There's laughter in her voice and he glares at her half-heartedly.
“You know, Bones, I don't make fun of your scientific mumbo jumbo!”
“Well, my science is backed up with evidence, you'd have no basis to challenge it.”
“Go ahead, make fun. But I believe that God watches over me and guides me.”
“Do you find it disconcerting to have sex, then?”
“Bones!”
“What? I'm just asking-if you believe someone is truly watching you every moment, does it bother you to have Him watch you having sex?”
“I'm not having this discussion with you,” he tells her shortly, “Just forget about it.”
“Well, you said...”
“Just drop it!”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
“Okay.” She's quiet for a long moment, and he begins to think she's actually going to leave it alone. As if he hasn't known her long enough to know better...
“Well, if there is a God, which I've seen no proof of, and if he could watch every moment of every person's life and have time to evaluate it fully, which I find statistically unlikely at best...”
He glares at her in warning, but she's oblivious.
“I think he'd find that you'd lived a very positive life and helped a lot of people. I really don't think it's worth your time to worry so much about it. You're a good person, Booth. Isn't that what's supposed to count, according to the Bible?”
He opens his mouth to explain that that wasn't really the point, and then changes his mind, knowing it's the greatest concession she can make. “Thanks, Bones,” he finally says.
“You're welcome,” she says, with a nod that effectively ends the conversation.
“You don't honestly believe that God sees everything you do, do you?” She's wearing that half-smile that means she thinks he's joking.
He grimaces and turns back to the road. “Well...yeah, yeah, I do, Bones. I mean, it's one of the basic tenants of the Bible.”
“Are you sure you're not getting him mixed up with Santa Claus?" She'd probably shove his shoulder if he wasn't driving. "'He sees you when you're sleeping and knows when you're awake'?” There's laughter in her voice and he glares at her half-heartedly.
“You know, Bones, I don't make fun of your scientific mumbo jumbo!”
“Well, my science is backed up with evidence, you'd have no basis to challenge it.”
“Go ahead, make fun. But I believe that God watches over me and guides me.”
“Do you find it disconcerting to have sex, then?”
“Bones!”
“What? I'm just asking-if you believe someone is truly watching you every moment, does it bother you to have Him watch you having sex?”
“I'm not having this discussion with you,” he tells her shortly, “Just forget about it.”
“Well, you said...”
“Just drop it!”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
“Okay.” She's quiet for a long moment, and he begins to think she's actually going to leave it alone. As if he hasn't known her long enough to know better...
“Well, if there is a God, which I've seen no proof of, and if he could watch every moment of every person's life and have time to evaluate it fully, which I find statistically unlikely at best...”
He glares at her in warning, but she's oblivious.
“I think he'd find that you'd lived a very positive life and helped a lot of people. I really don't think it's worth your time to worry so much about it. You're a good person, Booth. Isn't that what's supposed to count, according to the Bible?”
He opens his mouth to explain that that wasn't really the point, and then changes his mind, knowing it's the greatest concession she can make. “Thanks, Bones,” he finally says.
“You're welcome,” she says, with a nod that effectively ends the conversation.