This story takes place during the 'The Murder of the Meninist', so If you haven't seen this episode yet, then I recommend you skip this chapter until you do.
A/N: I loved the end of this episode and I wanted to do a quick little story about it.
This story is being told from Brennan's point of view.
I don't own Bones.
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Booth can be so superstitious sometimes. He's worked out a list that he says proves that I am a jinx when it comes to his favorite hockey team, The Flyers. Jinxes do not exist and it makes me sad that he puts so much faith into superstition although since he is a man of faith, this should not really surprise me.
He actually believes that if I watch a Flyers game with him the Flyers will lose their game. That is completely unreasonable. Me sitting in a living room 139 miles away from where they are playing, watching them on a large screen television and negatively influencing the outcome of their game is completely ridiculous. It doesn't make sense to me.
Booth is so desperate to keep me from watching the next game that he is willing to take me out for a romantic dinner the next time the Flyers play. Considering Booth never misses a game if he can help it just proves how entrenched he is with this new theory of his.
I want him to be happy and I would like to humor him, but if I did stay away and the Flyers won then Booth might refuse to watch any future games they play with me and I do not wish to become a hockey widow. Booth and I are a couple and we do things together. I would not feel comfortable being separated from him just because of a perceived prejudice.
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After studying sports superstitions on the internet, I discovered that there are many ways to combat the jinx that supposedly exists for teams. Many involve strange rituals bordering on the bizarre, but I felt I needed to fight for my right to watch Flyers games with Booth if I so choose to do so.
Much to Booth's trepidation, I watched the next game with him. I made a party platter containing foods that begin with the letter F in honor of the Flyers. I retrieved one of Booth's Flyers caps from our bedroom closet, turned it inside out and reversed it so that sat backwards on top of my head.
I recommended to Booth that he take off his Flyers jersey and pants, reverse them and put them back on, but he thought I was being sexist and perhaps I just wanted to see him naked. At least that was the implication of his words. He accused me of treating him like a piece of meat. Now I must say that I would never do that. I hate meat and I absolutely love Booth, so I will never treat him like I would meat.
Really, I wouldn't have minded seeing him naked, but that wasn't my goal. I wanted him to participate in some positive rituals that would counter this jinx myth he'd perpetuated against me and of course he didn't want to comply and protested.
He can be very stubborn. Funnily enough, he didn't object to a good luck kiss and asked for one. We kissed just before the game started and we continued to kiss for luck during the game. All in all it was a satisfying time with Booth and I felt vindicated when the Flyers won the game.
Science will win out over superstition every time.
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Let me know what you think of my story. Thank you.
