Hello, so I'm here with a quick one shot that popped into my head after watching episode 405. Spoilers for that episode.
All my stories are named after songs this is named after "Jerk it out" by Caesars (I know I know but I just couldn't resist)
Jerk It Out
"Hey Booth! Do you have any ibuprofen my head hurts a little."
"Yeah sure, there's some on my bedside table."
Brennan put down the paperwork she was holding and headed for the bedroom. She opened the door to Booth's bedroom with trepidation; it was after all Booth's bedroom it felt personal, somehow intimate to be in his bedroom. She scanned the room and quickly spotted the ibuprofen on his bedside table, she walked over and grabbed the bottle, when she turned around she noticed that Booth's closet door was slightly ajar. She walked towards it, intent on closing it when she noticed his neat lines of shoes at the bottom of the closet; she opened the door further and looked over her shoulder cautiously.
Seeing that Booth was no where near she looked back down at the shoes. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she considered whether to look or not, eventually curiosity got the better of her and she carefully pulled out the shoes one pair at a time and replaced them straight away. She came to the last pair of shoes on the bottom row; a pair of worn bowling shoes.
Carefully she took them out and a square object slid out, she picked it up and gasped, covering her mouth in shock. In her hands lay an extremely worn copy of her book Red Tape, White Bones. She carefully thumbed through the book and noticed the end pages were even more worn than the rest. She knew exactly what those end pages contained. She looked at the back of the book and her own image stared back at her. She looked underneath the image and noticed the review excerpt. "Suspenseful and chilling, Temperance Brennan leads the pack, Anthropology has never been more exciting." New York Times. She fell back onto her backside and pulled her knees towards her. No wonder he memorised her reviews he must have read them enough times. She looked at the worn and clearly well loved book and smiled, she honestly didn't know if she felt like laughing or crying at this point.
'Should she confront him about it? I mean it's perfectly natural that he seeks a release though material familiar to him, it probably doesn't mean anything anyway those characters are fictional.' Brennan sat and tried to rationalize the situation, but the fact was she wrote those kinds of scenes not just because her editor demanded them, but because it was a way for her to release some of her frustrations; it was her fantasy world as Booth called it, and clearly it was his too. This though made her smile. In a way she lived out her fantasies by writing her books and Booth clearly lived out his though reading them. So although they couldn't be together in that way in the physical world, in some way their minds and souls connected through her books. She carefully placed the book back where it had come from and replaced the shoes in front of it.
She wouldn't say anything to him about this, but she was now certain she would continue to write her books. In a way it was like she was speaking to him through her books, saying things she could never say to him in person. She closed the closet door and went back out to the lounge room.
"What took you so long?" Booth asked.
"Nothing I was just thinking that's all"
"About what?"
"I'll keep writing my books Booth. I promise." She said with a smile. Booth's face spilt into a grin.
"I'm glad" He replied.