So, over at Livejournal some very nice people are holding a comment fic meme. Don't ask me to define it, just check it out! I headed over out of curiosity after withthevampsofcourse mentioned it (I think the link is on her profile). I hold them responsible for these snippets...
Disclaimer: I just answer the prompts, honest - if I owned them I wouldn't be quite so concerned about my bills!
(response to prompt Brennan/Angela, rollercoaster)
"Just remember, this was your idea."
She laughs. "Speed is exhilarating. Everyone needs to feel the adrenaline of mock danger sometimes."
"Yeah, right," her unconvinced friend mutters from behind. "And you're sure this isn't just proving a point?"
"No!" she answers too quickly. "No, certainly not. I merely feel that it's appropriate to experience new, um..."
"Experiences?" Angela volunteers dryly.
"Yes. Exactly. Now, are you coming with me?"
As Angela follows her into the queue, Brennan stares up at the structure looming above her. In the semi-dark, it looks like it isn't quite connected. Her imagination pushes forward an image of broken track and she firmly files it behind a more incentivising image of Smug Booth.
Smug Booth quite likes that she isn't entirely, well, rational, about rickety carts hurtling across slippery track at speeds and heights that combine perfectly to induce fear in humans.
"You know, there's no shame in not being a big fan of fairground rides. It isn't going to damage your professional standing."
She's sure she can hear a slight snigger behind Angela's words. Angela, of course, sees nothing unnatural in the whole hurtling carts experience.
"I'm aware of that. However, I do feel that, in this case, it might be necessary to undertake a task that doesn't instantly appeal in order to acquire a long-term benefit."
"You mean you're doing it so Booth doesn't spend the next three months winding you up about it?" Angela translates, not even bothering to hide the snort of laughter this time.
She sighs and rapidly predicts the next three minutes of the conversation before recognising that she might as well concede now. "You have no idea how irritating he can be with something like this," she admits.
Angela stifles another giggle. "Couldn't you just tell him you'd been on it?"
She bites her lip, her gaze shifting to the floor.
"Ohhh, you mean you already tried that?"
"It appears that I am less than proficient in supplying convincing falsehoods." She frowns. "I'm not sure why. I concocted a perfectly reasonable account with enough detail to be entertaining but not so much as to be overdramatic."
"He can spot a liar at a distance of about fifty paces, honey," Angela reminds her. "I wouldn't feel too bad about it."
"Well, anyway, hence my presence here. I have to go through with this in order to shut him up."
Angela shakes her head disbelievingly. "You'd think I'd be used to you two by now. And yet you still never fail to amuse me."
They hand their tokens to the ride operator and head for the next pair of seats, one pair of feet dragging out the few steps slightly until a hand pulls their owner into the seat.
"Close your eyes. It'll all be over in about two minutes," Angela instructs, pulling the bar across them.
Brennan nods, shuffling slightly in a futile attempt to get comfortable.
"Ange?" she ventures, as the safety bars lock into place and the mechanism starts whirring.
"Hmm?"
"Can I hold your hand?"
Yes, brevity - a whole new thing from me! And back to the one-shots too, which is no doubt mightily relieving for those of you waiting on updates for 'Past Futures' and 'Rekindling'...
