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No spoilers.
AN: This came to me while I was deleting old e-mails (don't ask I'm weird) so I had to get it out of my head. Enjoy.
We are sitting on Booth's couch having yet another strange conversation after another tiring case.
"Come on Bones, please." Booth begged from the opposite side of the couch.
"I have never purposely talked back to a teacher Booth so stop whining." I reply annoyed by his constant begging.
"Fin- wait you said never on purpose that means you have." I see his charm smile begin to show so I look away. I'm not going to let him pull me into this.
"Tell me what you said Bones." he says waiting eagerly.
"No, Booth just leave it." I beg.
"Oh… I get it Bones your scared." he says.
"What?! That makes no sense why would I be scared?" I ask confused.
"Your scared Bones."
"No I'm not."
"Yep."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Chicken."
"I am not a chicken." I say.
"How do you even know what that means?" Booth laughs.
"Hodgins told me, and I am not a chicken." I say completely serious.
"Whatever Bones." he says not believing me.
"Fine I'll tell you." I say giving in.
"Yes!" he says as he strikes his fist in the air. I roll my eyes.
"Okay my kindergarten teacher gave us an assignment to draw a picture." I say thinking back to that day.
~FLASHBACK~
The teacher was observing her classroom of children while they were drawing. She would occasionally walk around to see each child's work.
As she got to one little girl who was working diligently, she asked what the drawing was.
The girl replied, "I'm drawing God."
~END FLASHBACK~
"God!? You were drawing god I thought you said he wasn't real." Booth says smiling.
"I was five. Now can I finish please?" I respond with venom.
"Yea sorry."
~CONTINUED FLASHBACK~
The teacher paused and said, "But no one knows what God looks like."
Without missing a beat, or looking up from her drawing, the little girl replied, "They will in a minute."
~END FLASHBACK~
"Wow! Bones." Booth says still laughing. I blush.
"You were a nasty little girl." he says with complete admiration. I smile at him and we both start laughing.
AN: R&R Let me know what you thought.