AN: This is my first Bones fanfiction. They may be a little OOC, but I hope by not much.
Disclaimer: I don't not own Bones, if I did, I would not have to work every day for the rest of my life. Sigh.
Please read and review, I get ideas from reviews, as would be great because I get hit by writers block every so often.
How Much More?
"Sweetie, you really need to go home," Angela protested when she saw her best friend sneezing for what seemed to be the millionth time. Brennan had worked 17 days straight. How much more could she take?
Angela had noted that since their wedding she had noticed that her best friend was learning to be more reliant on her partner. It was a good thing to see her best friend open up to someone else.
"It's just the common cold. Booth caught it from someone at work, who caught it from their child, who caught it from one of the other millions of kids who are at their school." Brennan explained logically. "Besides, I have to work on the unidentified war victims. I'll be in my office, so I won't contaminate the rest of you guys." She said through her sniffles.
"Oh Bones, give it up. You are going home to get some rest." Her partner said flashing her a smile. "I got over it in two days because I stayed at home, took care of myself, and got ate some chicken soup."
"Booth, that isn't logical. Chicken soup is not a good remedy for something like the common cold," she replied adding a sneeze at the end. "Besides, you go to the gym, work out, which is obvious from your symmetrical body and muscle mass."
He chuckled at his partner. She was sitting on the floor of her office, looking very pale, and very exhausted. "Hey Bones, you really don't look very hot today."
"Geez thanks Booth." She replied sarcastically. She was completely exhausted. The hit of caffeine she had this morning just wasn't going to help.
She went to stand to continue their banter but suddenly stumbled back. He caught her quickly at her shoulders to help right her. She still had the blanket on her shoulders that she had thrown over herself to keep warm. He couldn't help but think how cute she looked. He placed his lips on her forehead, the same way he did with Parker when he wasn't feeling well.
Bones eyes were suddenly filled with sadness. The last memory of someone doing that was when she was young and her mother was checking her temperature.
"Hey there." Booth said gently.
"My mom used to check my temperature that way." She said softly. Her throat was becoming sore.
"You are burning up Bones. I'm taking you home. It's almost noon on Friday. Come on, I'm taking you home and you are staying there all weekend."
"How are you making sure of that?"
"I'm staying with you. I know how boring it can be when you are sick, so I am keeping you company."
"Don't you have Parker this weekend?" Bones drowsily asked, her eyelids were dropping.
"I was supposed to, but Rebecca and Drew wanted to take him camping this weekend. So I get him two weekends in a row. You must be sick if you aren't arguing with me."
"I'm too tired to argue," she replied, swaying more. "I don't feel well."
He scooped her up and she went to protest, but fell asleep almost instantly. He covered her more with the blanket and carried his sick partner out to the car and loaded her in.
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Brennan woke up in her room a couple of hours later with a sore, scratchy throat, a cough, and if possible, she was feeling worse than before. Then it dawned on her, she was back at home, but the question was, how did she get there?
She stumbled out of her door and found Booth sitting in the living room reading a book.
"Hey. What are you reading?"
"Just finishing up your latest." He replied.
"Please say you didn't go out and buy one."
"Of course I did. I think I was the first person to buy one. How do you feel?"
A cough and a sniffle was his reply. He smiled at her. She settled in on the couch and curled up, making herself as small as possible, trying to keep warm with the chill. He handed her one of his sweatshirts. She smiled gratefully and put it on.
He placed his lips on her forehead again. "Bones, you are burning up! Do you have some Tylenol?"
"I ran out."
"Well, I'm gonna go to the store. I'll pick up things for chicken soup and some Tylenol. Do you want anything else?"
"No, not that I can think of. I have a couple of hundred in my wallet from a stop at the ATM yesterday."
"Bones, you really shouldn't carry that much cash. Besides this is on me."
"Wow you must really not feel well if you aren't arguing with me."
"I don't feel like arguing."
He leaned down and brushed her hair out of her eyes. She had fallen back asleep on the couch. He quietly left her apartment and quickly ran his errands. Booth picked up a couple of other things here and there and made his way back into her apartment.
Dr. Temperance Brennan was never one to believe that chicken soup could cure a common cold, but she woke up to the most wonderful smell coming from her kitchen. There she found Seeley Booth dropping the last little bit of noodles into the soup.
"It smells good Booth."
"Thanks Bones."
"I got a couple of DVDS for us to watch. 'Live Free, or Die Hard,' 'Casablanca,' and 'Mr. and Mrs. Smith.' Its your pick."
He added a pinch of spice to the soup and closed it up to let it simmer. "You know Booth, you really don't have to do all this."
"I know I don't. But if I recall correctly, I got you sick, so I owe you. Let's get a Tylenol in you."
He brushed his lips against her forehead again. He reached into one of the bags that littered the floor of the kitchen. He plopped a thermometer in her mouth. Brennan hated feeling that vulnerable, however because she really wasn't feeling well she didn't feel like arguing with her partner.
"Booth you didn't have to cook for me." She said watching him spoon out the liquid concoction into the bowls at the table.
"Well, I do owe you from the mac and cheese a month ago. Now keep your mouth shut and eat up."
"Well, I guess I got to eat." She said remembering the conversations from months ago. He smiled and watched her eat his mother's secret recipe soup.