My muse seems to be working over time this week. This story came to me this afternoon at work and I wanted you to see it.
This takes place after "The Future in the Past". Thanks for reviewing my story. I really do appreciate that.
I don't own Bones.
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Booth had settled on the couch, snacks at the ready and his little daughter sitting on his lap ready for the opening kickoff of The Eagles versus The Saints game when Brennan wandered into the man cave with a DVD in her hand.
Moving over towards Booth and her daughter, Brennan stopped in front of them and smiled. "Angela gave me this DVD and thought it would make a great movie for us to watch together, Booth. I know you like cartoons and Angela says that this is sophisticated enough that it will hold my interest while entertaining you. I thought we could watch it this afternoon since I'm still waiting for my publisher to get back to me with the edits she's interested in."
Filled with disbelief, Booth tore his gaze from the screen, hugged Christine a little closer to his chest and protested, "What . . . right now? I was going to watch the Eagles humiliate the Saints."
Flicking her gaze towards the television screen, Brennan looked back at Booth and asked him, "Didn't you just watch a football game? How many of these games were you planning on watching today?"
Booth realized that Brennan was going to win if he didn't persuade her that what he wanted to do was important. Looking down at Christine and then back up at Brennan, he used his charm smile. "Christine wanted to watch her favorite football team, the Redskins, humiliate the Cowboys. Now it's my turn to watch my favorite football team, the Eagles humiliate the Saints. It's a daughter father thing."
Squinting her eyes at Booth, Brennan showed her irritation and the fact that she was immune to his smile. "I am pretty sure that Christine is too young to understand football let alone have a favorite team Booth."
Not willing to concede that point, Booth tried his smile once more. "Yeah, well she is your daughter and she's a genius. You'd be surprised what she can do."
Sighing, Brennan held out the DVD and tried to make Booth see reason. "Booth, I let you watch the previous game without interference. I want to watch this movie with you. I don't think we do enough activities together on Sunday's. You watch sports all day and I work on my novel. I really think we need to try to do things together. We're supposed to be a family, aren't we?"
Booth, a grim look on his face, licked his bottom lip and tried to think of a nice way to deflect Brennan when she suddenly gave him a look he'd never seen before. Amazed he watched her bottom lip slowly protrude, her head cock to the side a little and her eyes take on the saddest look he'd ever seen her give him.
Feeling his heart melt in his chest, Booth smiled nervously and felt his resolve crumble before that look. "Uh, yeah . . . you're right . . . We should watch that movie together. I'm sure I'll enjoy it just as much as the football game."
Grateful that Booth had given up so easily, Brennan turned towards the entertainment center, put the DVD in the DVD player and joined Booth on the couch. Sitting next to him, she leaned against him. "Thank you, Booth. Angela told me that this movie will be very interesting."
Sighing deeply, Booth assured her, "Yeah, I'll have to thank Angela on Monday for being so considerate."
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Angela was trying to upgrade the software on her Angelatron when Booth walked into her office. Seeing Booth's glaring face turned towards her, Angela laughed, "Okay, what's your problem?"
Folding his arms against his chest, Booth complained bitterly. "Fantasia? . . . Really?"
Amused, Angela laughed once more. "Well, you do like cartoons and Brennan told me that she wanted to do something with you on Sunday besides watch football. I thought it was a good compromise."
Not amused at all, Booth shifted his feet. "Look the next time she wants to bond over a movie, call me and ask me what I'd like to see. Don't give her ideas like Fantasia for God's sake."
Snickering, Angela tapped her right foot on floor and assured him, "You're lucky I didn't give her a DVD of Tangled, Buster."
Not sure what she was talking about, Booth squinted his eyes at her. "What the Hell is Tangled?"
Angela turned back to her PC to look at a line of code. "You poor poor man. As soon as Christine gets old enough you are going to get quite an education."
Rolling his eyes in annoyance, Booth turned to leave Angela's office when a thought struck him. Turning back to face Angela, Booth he asked her, "Hey, did you teach Brennan that new look she can do?"
Puzzled, Angela turned her gaze from her PC back towards Booth. "What new look?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Booth answered, "You know the pouty bottom lip and the really sad eyes . . . you know . . . like I was talking real mean to her when I wasn't. You know what I'm talking about. The look!"
Astonished that Brennan has used that on Booth, Angela smiled at his petulant look. "Oh . . . . Yeah I know that look. . . . No, I didn't show her that look. She's learned that one on her own . . . Good for her."
Shaking his head, Booth said, "Well I don't know how she knows that look, but it isn't fair. That look is dangerous . . . How am I supposed to say no when she gives me that look? Huh? How?"
Glad that Brennan was learning new skills, Angela informed him, "You're not. . . Buck up, Booth. Jack melts like butter whenever I give him that look. Most men can't ignore it. It's our secret weapon."
Shaking his head in disgust, Booth exclaimed, "Damn it, I am so screwed!"
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I just loved it when Brennan gave Booth the look and it made him almost defenseless.
