No, I haven't abandoned my other fics. Not entirely. But inspiration struck. I'd love some feedback. Thanks. (:
I can't remember the last time I've been this hungry. My mother kicked me out last week. I didn't mean to set her off, but when I got home from school a bag of my things was on our front porch. I've been wandering the streets of D.C., begging for change. It's worse than you'd think. You're always like, hey today I'm going to run away, that'll solve all my problems. But you ever think about how you're going to eat, or where you're going to sleep? I just wish that I had bothered to make some friends after I moved here.
Sitting outside of a diner, I tried to inhale the scent of food. Ridiculous. My stomach was abusing me. Stomach acid threatened to come up. Laying over, clutching my stomach, I bet I was a mess. But that's how I was when this woman knelt down next to me.
"Hey, are you hungry?" She asked me. Of course I'm hungry, but I say nothing. I look her over. She looks like she's someone important. Crisp black pants, and a frilly white shirt. She has the bluest eyes I've ever seen.
"Yeah." I choke out. She smiles and takes my hand, pulling me up. We walk into the diner together and sit down at a table.
"Order whatever you want." She tells me. I never used to accept things from people, back when I was at home. But I haven't eaten in so long. Years, it feels like. I order a milkshake, fries, and two hamburgers. It'll be hard on my stomach, but I can save what's left over for a meal tomorrow.
I've finished eating by now, and she's just staring at me. Smiling, not saying anything. I should probably say something.
"Thank you, uh.."
"I'm Dr. Temperance Brennan, but you can call me Temperance. Or Brennan. Whichever."
It's my turn, and I tell her my name. I'm expecting her to ask me some more questions, but her cell phone rings.
"Brennan." She tells the phone. I hear murmurs, and then she waves for the check.
"I have to go." She looks dissappointed, which is weird.
"Off saving someone's life?" I laugh.
"Actually, they're already dead by the time I get to them."
With that, she's off, and I'm left to wander the streets once more. But before I go, I see a black sequoia pull up in front of the diner, and Temperance gets inside of it. The driver is someone handsome. He catches me staring, and I wave. He smiles, and pulls off.
o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o
It's been a few days since my last meal, and here I am, sitting outside of the diner once more. Maybe I'll get lucky again. I must have been sitting there for a few hours when I see Temperance walk up. She smiles, and waves me to the door. The man that picked her up before is with her. Even more handsome than I can remember. We sit down at the same table, me and her together, the man accross from Temperance.
"Alyxx, order anything you want." She tells me. Then she adds, "This is Seeley Booth."
"Just Booth." Booth tells me. He grins, and reaches out to shake my hand. I'm suddenly aware of how dirty it is. He doesn't seem to mind.
Booth doesn't seem to question why Temperance is buying me food, so I assume I've been talked about.
The waiter comes, and again Temperance orders nothing. Booth does, though. Almost as much food as I do. He orders pie too, something that I hate.
When the food arrives, he scoops up some of his pie on a fork and moves the it in the air. He makes airplane noises, and I try not to laugh.
"Here comes the airplane, open up before it crashes."
Temperance does not look amused.
"Stop Booth." She smacks his hand away. She turns to me. "I don't like pie, but he does this anyways." She turns back to him. "Didn't Sweets say something about it's your way of seducing me?"
"Too late, you've already been seduced." He grins, and kisses the air.
They're cute, in an adult kind of way.
"Alyxx, where you stayin?" Booth asks me. I knew this was coming. Temperance didn't seem like the kind of person to ask me, but he did.
"Around." I tell him. Why does he need to know, anyways? Oh, right, his girlfriend just bought me food. I guess that does entitle him to something.
His eyes narrow, but he doesn't continue with the questions. Instead, he turns at me with the pie still on his fork.
"Vroom."
"You're a dork." I tell him. He laughs.
"No he's not, a dork is-" Temperance starts, before both Booth and I burst out laughing.
"Bones, we know what it is. She meant something else, right?"
"Right." I confirm. "Why do you call her Bones?"
He grins, as if that was his favorite question in the whole wide world. "Because she works with bones. She's a forensic anthropologist. I'm pretty clever, right?"
"That's so cool." I say. But to Temperance, not him. "I've always wanted to do something like that."
She smiles. "You could stop by my lab sometime." I can see that she likes people taking interest in her work.
"Awesome." Is the only word I can think of. I smile. She smiles back.
"Hey, my job's pretty cool too." Booth fake whines.
"Which is?"
"Special Agent Seeley Booth, FBI." He grins.
"That is pretty cool." I admit. Wow, wait a minute. Are these two the same people I've read about in the newspaper? The Jeffersonian Team?
The check comes, and both Temperance and Booth fight over who will pay. I almost laugh. I then feel guilty. Neither should have to pay for me. I look down, and bit my lip.
Temperance seems to read my mind, she places a hand on my shoulder. Her perfect smile shows. I smile back.
"How old are you?" She asks me.
"Fifteen." I tell her. Her brow furrows. I know that she knows I'm homeless.
"If you ever need a place to stay, here's my address." I take the paper from her, as she answers her phone.
"It's Hodgins." She tells Booth.
"Just another part of the Squint Squad." Booth smiles, telling me.
It's my turn for my brow to furrow. "Huh?"
"Squints, ya know, nerds, geeks, braniacs? Part of our crime-solving team." His pride shines through. It is that team from the Jeffersonian. Then, that's the famous author, who makes millions. Why are these people bothering with me?
"Hodgins needs us all to come to the lab to test the murder weapon."
I laugh when Booth groans.
"I'm not going to have to stab something again?" He whines. I think it's real this time.
"Actually, yes, you are." Temperance laughs. It's a nice laugh, not too high pitched.
"Wanna come see us in action?" Booth asks me.
"Uhm-"