A short introduction to this concept is in order. Basically, this "story" is a bunch of one shots all stuffed into one series. The main theme running through all of these are the quotes (below) in each chapter, with a story told from Booth's or Brennan's POV. No, the drabbles are not all necessarily in chronological order, and I don't believe they link to each other in any way. Well, hope you enjoy!
Oh, and a warning: The drabbles are mostly fluff, but I just might add a bit of angst in there as well.
"Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you was beyond my control."
This drabble is basically a flashback over Booth/Brennan, told from MY personal POV of how they should have gotten together and the events leading up to it. Hope ya like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Bones. It belongs to FOX.
"Dammit."
Temperance Brennan was running late to the "important" meeting where she was to meet her FBI agent counterpart.
"Dammit, dammit, dammit!"
Temperance angrily honked the driver in front of her as she wove madly in and out of traffic on her way to Washington.
Fifteen minutes later…
Temperance smoothed her pants, gave her hair one last pat, and took a deep calming breath before opening the door.
"Sorry I'm late. Traffic."
A muscular-built man sitting alone in the room twisted around to look at her.
"Temperance Brennan," she murmured politely, extending a hand.
"Seeley Booth," he replied, shaking her hand. She noticed his grip was firm; she liked that in a man.
"I assume you are my new FBI partner?" she inquired, leading him out of the room.
"That, I am," Booth said quietly, hiding a smile as he followed Temperance out of the room.
Three months later…
It was late, and the rain was relentlessly pounding on the windows at the Jeffersonian. The rest of the team had left, and only Temperance was left, still determined to identify the bones laid out on the table.
A movement startled her, and she turned around to see Booth leaning on the wall, two steaming cups of coffee in his hand.
"Coffee?" he asked, holding a cup out.
"If this is meant to be some sort of peace token, I'm not buying it," Temperance responded, but took the coffee out of Booth's hand anyways. She and Booth had been bickering ever since their first day officially together on the job.
He gave her his most charming grin. "Don't worry, it's not."
Temperance raised an eyebrow at him in disbelief as she sipped her coffee. Setting it down behind her, she resumed work on the bones.
They sat there in comfortable silence for a few minutes; Temperance working on the bones, and Booth observing from the shadows.
"I have a new name for you," Booth suddenly announced. Temperance nearly dropped the bone she was holding.
"Dammit Booth, don't scare me like that again!" Temperance snapped, recovering her composure.
Booth feigned a hurt look, before plowing on with what he was going to say. "I have a new name for you," he repeated. "Bones."
Temperance was confused. "Yes Booth, these are bones. What does that have to do with my new name again?"
"No. Your new name is Bones, since you seem so obsessed with your work." Booth sat back in his seat with a satisfied smile on his face.
Temperance rolled her eyes at his childishness. "Fine, call me what you like. I don't care. Now, be quiet please."
But as Temperance went back to work, she knew that she secretly did care.
Two weeks later…
"Bones! We have a new case! Let's hustle!"
Temperance whipped around to glare into Booth's chocolate brown eyes. "I'm coming! And I told you to not call be 'Bones'!"
He smiled cheekily at her. "I remember you saying that night that you didn't care."
"Shut it Booth, before I shut it for you," she muttered at him as she swung on her coat.
"Ouch, somebody's aggressive today."
"Booth…" she warned.
"Okay, okay, I get it." He held up his hands in surrender before walking out the door.
Two and a half months later…
Temperance was absorbed in her latest set of bones when her stomach announced it was time for dinner.
"I might as well just go down to the vending machine and get something to last me until I go home," she absently said to herself as she stripped off her gloves and grabbed her purse before stepping off the platform.
Just as she was about to walk away in the direction of the vending machines, Booth planted himself in front of her.
"Just where do you think you're going?" he demanded.
"To get dinner," Temperance shot back, trying to squeeze her way past him.
"Don't tell me you're going to get another bag of trail mix from the vending machine," Booth said. "I've been watching you for the past few days, and it won't do you any good to have a bag of trail mix as your dinner for four days in a row."
Temperance glared at him.
"So tell me. Were you or weren't you going to the vending machines?"
"I wasn't!"
She faltered just a bit under his fierce gaze.
"Okay, so maybe I was. And I still am!" she added defiantly, once again trying to push past him. "Those bones sitting on the table in the lab still need a name! And it's my job to find it!"
"So they do," Booth replied. "But, you're getting a proper dinner for you. Come on, we're going to Wong Foo's, and I know you can't resist Wong Foo's."
The slightest mention of Wong Foo's changed her mind in a second and Temperance crossly stalked over to Booth's side. "Who told you that Wong Foo's was my favorite restaurant?" she asked, out of curiosity.
Booth smiled, and his hard demeanor melted away. "I listen, Bones. I heard you tell Angela that once in the lab."
Temperance couldn't help but let a little smile of her own slip out as well.
Temperance and Booth soon made it a habit of going out to lunch or dinner at least once every week.
Temperance noticed that now she seemed to be laughing a whole lot more with Booth than verbally sparring with him. It was…actually quite nice, once Temperance looked back on it. She learned about his six-year-old son, Parker, whom lived with his mother and Booth's ex, Tess, in Indiana.
Temperance loved the way his eyes would light up when he laughed, and how he could be such a stubborn ass at times, but then his demeanor would change to one of a caring and rather over protective work partner.
Lying in bed one night, Temperance came to the shocking conclusion that she just might be falling for one Seeley Booth.
Seven months later…
Temperance was inconsolable.
"I can't believe it!" she ranted, angrily pacing the length of her office. "We identified the bones, knew who the murderer was, caught the fucking guy, and now, he's loose again, and two other girls are dead! Where's the justice in that?"
Booth stood up from her seat and wrapped her up in a tight hug. "Bones, calm down."
Temperance forced herself out of his arms. "You're telling me to calm down? Booth, how are you even supposed to calm down?"
He continued to stare evenly at her. "Fine, don't calm down. But at least shut up and listen to me."
Temperance momentarily stopped her furious yelling to regard Booth with an expression that suggested she should have him burnt to a crisp.
Booth however, chose to ignore this.
"Bones, you couldn't have done anything more to change the situation. The police in Wesstown, Pennsylvania, are just lame, okay? They didn't keep a close enough watch on this psychopath and let him escape and kill two more girls while at it. I promise you Bones, that the FBI will catch this creep and make sure he doesn't kill anymore. Meanwhile, I think that a certain forensic anthropologist I know should be getting home at this late hour."
Temperance collapsed into her desk chair. "I still can't believe this."
Booth walked over to her desk. "Bones, do not get started on another rant again. I don't think I could take it."
Temperance smiled wanly at Booth. "Then I won't. But Booth—thanks."
"You're welcome," Booth replied, but his voice sounded distant. Temperance looked at him, puzzled, and saw the oddest look in his eyes.
That was all she remembered before he roughly grabbed her to his body and kissed her senseless.
Yup, that's it for this drabble! Review, and you get more inane drabbles. :D
PS: If Wesstown, Pennsylvania does actually exist, I apologize that I scorned your police. I'm sure they're very good at catching murderous psychopaths on the loose. :)