I'm totally jumping on the bandwagon with this one, but I just needed to get it out of my head. Just toss it on the pile with the myriad of other "Santa in the Slush" fics.
"Why Didn't You Take the Mistletoe Down?" A missing scene between Angela and Brennan. We never did see Brennan remember to take the mistletoe down. B/B. My first Bones fic, so I apologize for anything out of character. Please read and review. Also, don't sue. I don't see how it would be worth it.
Angela pointed up at the mistletoe still hanging from Brennan's office. "Sweetie, what is that doing here?"
"It's phoradendron flavescens,commercially harvested in the United States and marketed as mistletoe. I've been told it's very popular for decorating around the Christmas season," was Brennan's evasive reply.
"It's also popular for kissing," Angela teased.
"Angela, it's a plant, people don't kiss plants."
"But people kiss under them."
A slight blush of color spread to Brennan's face as she tried to maintain her usual composure. Angela watched her friend's obvious discomfort and paused, helping herself to a piece of gum off of the desk. "Why are you taking my gum?" Brennan's voice rose an octave.
"Relax, Brennan, it's just a stick of gum. What's going on with you?" The silence between them filled the room and before Angela burst out, "You've been kissing under the mistletoe!" The look of guilt on Brennan's face gave her away and Angela continued, "With a certain FBI agent I presume." The increasing red in Brennan's cheeks only made Angela surer that her presumption was correct. She rambled on, "That is so sweet. Taking advantage of Booth's favorite holiday to seduce him. You should have done this months ago."
Having regained her voice, Brennan responded, "I wasn't seducing him!"
"Then what would you call buying strategically placed mistletoe and a fresh pack of gum?"
"I had to," Brennan was indignant.
A raised eyebrow and an "mmhmm" were the only replies she received.
Trying to explain, "Caroline Julian said that the only way she would write the letter for my dad's Christmas would be if I kissed Booth under the mistletoe for five steamboats."
"Steamboats?"
"One steamboat, two steamboats…" Brennan demonstrated.
"You did it," Angela was elated. "You kissed Booth for five steamboats!"
"Actually it was more like eight." Brennan's blush returned.
"Eight steamboats, sounds like you two were really going at it."
"Angela! It wasn't like that. Caroline was right there."
"So then how was it?"
"He has my gum."
"Ooh."
"I don't want to talk about it anymore."
"Then why didn't you take the mistletoe down?"
Brennan, for once, was unsure.
"I think someone's waiting for Booth to come back to her office." And with that insight Angela flounced out of Brennan's office. "Come join us for presents," she called behind her.
Brennan followed, leaving the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling.