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Author's Note: I was spending some time on the interwebs and came across this amazing article of 20 untranslatable words. Just glancing at the list, I was so inspired by Booth and Brennan, that I decided to make each word on the list a one-shot story. Some will be funny, others will be angsty, but they are all going to be about our favorite couple. So enjoy, and feel free to cast a vote for the next chapter, there are so many to choose from.

This is the link to the article if you want to check it out. It's well worth the time (just get rid of those pesky spaces).

matadornetwork. com /abroad/20-awesomely-untranslatable-words-from-around-the-world/

Lost in Translation

Chapter One: Schadenfreude


Schadenfreude: German – Quite famous for its meaning that somehow other languages neglected to recognize, this refers to the feeling of pleasure derived by seeing another's misfortune.


"Dr. Brennan, I am so so sorry." Daisy reached into the swamp and attempted to pull her mentor out of the muddy pit. However, Daisy's grip was slippery and Brennan tumbled back into the slime.

From the sidelines, Booth was laughing hysterically as his partner finally regained her footing. From her hair to her gum boots, she was covered in a combination of sludge and mud. Brennan looked at him in exasperation.

"I don't see what is so funny, Booth."

Booth wiped tears out of his eyes. "You don't see what's funny?" He gasped as he tried to catch his breath. "You are... you are... the Thing and the Creature from the Black Lagoon all rolled into one." Another hysterical gasp erupted.

Once again, Daisy was apologizing. "Really, Dr. Brennan. I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention, and I just knocked into you. I'm so so sorry. Please tell me that you forgive me, or I'll never forgive myself."

"It was an accident Ms. Wick. Please, make sure that in the future you are more conscientious." She did not exactly look pleased at the intern who had caused her to become so well acquainted with the crime scene; but as she turned to her partner, her gaze spit fire. "Really, Booth. You shouldn't laugh at someone else's misfortune."

Booth wiped one final tear out of his eye and grinned, "Sorry 'bout that, Bones. Won't happen again."

She placed her hands on her hip and continued to stare him down. Even now, his emotions were barely under control. "There is absolutely no sincerity in your tone. Will you check in with Drs. Saroyan and Hodgins with the other body, while I attempt to finish my part of the investigation?"

Booth attempted to assure his partner that he would check on her colleagues who were dealing with the fleshier and cleaner set of remains, but he couldn't trust himself not to burst out laughing again. He merely nodded and marched toward the other end of the crime scene. Cam and Hodgins had noticed the commotion earlier, and they were barely keeping their own serious tone as the agent approached them.

The trio shared a quick run down of the scene, before turning the area over to the techs who were standing by. Brennan had continued her investigation while covered head to toe in slime, ignoring the stench and inconvenience, and focusing on the mystery in front of her. Daisy had attempted to keep helping her mentor, but had been brushed aside and started running between the two bodies, just trying to help someone. Eventually, she resigned herself to the fact that being quiet and hiding in the back of the van would be the most helpful to all concerned, and Brennan breathed a sigh of relief that she could finally work without interruption.

Twenty minutes later, Brennan had processed what she could and was also ready to hand her scene over to the techs. She signaled the group and stepped away from the body. Booth, had been staying out of her way, but now that she was done, he approached her.

"Bones, you aren't coming back to DC dressed like that, right? I'm not letting you in the SUV."

"Of course not. I am just about to change." Brennan walked quickly to the trunk of his car and opened the hinge. Booth was making small talk with a tech when he heard her yelling for him. "Booth! Where is my bag?"

He quickly made his way towards his car, a confused look on his face. "What bag?"

"The bag that I keep in your SUV, so that when situations like this occur, I can change my clothes."

Booth responded sheepishly. "Oh, that bag. Rebecca bought some new bedroom furniture for Parker last weekend and I helped her haul it. I took out your bag so that there would be more room in the back, and I guess I forgot to put it back in."

Her arms crossed over her chest. "You forgot?"

He became defensive. "It was an accident!"

"An accident? No, it was just you being careless. You have no respect for me or my space or my belongings."

Booth's gaze now became hard and he quickly sobered. "I have nothing but respect for you and your space and your belongings."

Brennan huffed as she peeled off one horrendously dirty glove, using her other filthy hand to unzip her ruined coveralls.

Booth hissed when he realized that she was stripping in front of him, an amused Hodgins, Cam, a contrite Daisy and half a dozen technicians. "Bones! What are you doing?"

"I can't very well ride back to DC in this suit, so I need to remove it."

"You're naked under there!"

"No, I'm not." She was as usual telling the truth. But she was wearing nothing but a practical sports bra and underwear under the suit. Booth's jaw dropped as he took in his partner's skimpy attire.

"Do you always wear nothing under your Jeffersonian uniform?"

"Once again, Booth. I am not wearing nothing. The suit is impervious to water damage, as such it does not breathe, and it can be quite uncomfortable. I have found that wearing very few layers helps alleviate some of the discomfort."

Booth remained slack-jawed. "But, I've never seen you like this before."

"If I need to change at the crime scene, I always have something to change into. Until today that is."

"Well you can't go back to DC, wearing that. You'll be arrested for indecent exposure."

Brennan huffed again. "Then give me your jacket. It will provide more covering so as not to offend your Puritanical sense of modesty."

"I'm not giving you my jacket. You smell like something died inside my gym bag. This is a very expensive suit."

Brennan shrugged, she honestly did not care. "Fine, then I'm getting in the car, and we can head back to DC. You can drop me off at my apartment and I can get appropriate clothing there."

Booth was horrified at the prospect of sitting next to his nearly naked partner for an extended period of time and quickly pulled off his jacket. He loosened his tie a bit while he was at it, the hot day had suddenly become even warmer. "Here, Bones. Take it. It's just a jacket."

Brennan nodded, but made no move to take the suit coat from him. She instead gave him a concession. "I will have it dry-cleaned. Or I will replace it. Even if it is technically your fault that I have to borrow it." She completely stepped out of the coveralls and bent over to roll them up and dispose of them properly.

Booth hastily threw the jacket at her. His voice cracked a bit as he addressed her."Please, Bones. Cover yourself up." She grabbed the garment and dressed herself. Booth had to loosen his tie a bit more when he caught the sight of her, wearing his jacket and filling it out quite nicely.

Brennan seemed oblivious to the fact that he was staring at her. She only showed impatience at being further delayed from her work by something as silly as a lack of clothes. "Booth? Are you ready to go now? I've processed what I can. The rest will have to wait until we are back at the Jeffersonian." He said nothing as the image of her wearing his clothes seared itself into his brain.

She snapped her fingers in his face. "Booth! Let's go." Booth blinked and came back to reality.

"Yeah, let's get back to DC." He made his customary move to place his hand at the small of her back, but retracted the hand when he felt the heat of the black fabric that had been baking in the sun. He instead sailed ahead of his partner and opened her door. She said nothing as he helped her into the SUV, and Booth avoided the gaze of all of his associates as he walked around to the driver's side.

Cam watched Booth drive away and smirked at Hodgins. "You know? I think I have a Fighting Hagfish sweatshirt in my backseat that I could have given her."

Hodgins grinned back. "There's always a spare suit in the back of the van."

Daisy looked horrified. "Why didn't you say anything? I would have gotten it for her, she couldn't stay mad at me if I got her a change of clothes."

Hodgins ignored the squintern, who stormed back to the van. Hodgins shrugged at Cam. "What can I say? I get a kick out of seeing Booth flustered. And just think. DC is three hours away and she's going to be sitting right next to him, wearing his jacket." He let out a chuckle. "I've got to text Angie. She's going to be so mad that she missed it." Hodgins grinned as he pulled out his phone.

Cam shook her head. "You have quite the mean streak, Bug Man."

"Why thank you, Camille."