Ok, so here's how this works:
There will be 16 of these oneshots total, 4 for each of the 4 seasons of the year. The 'seasons' will each have four sub-sections covering the four phases of the Booths' relationship:
Dawn: Pre-dating-engagement
Sunrise: Early marriage years (foster daughter period)
Noon: Middle married years (twins, Jake, Hope)
Sunset: Later years
To familiarize yourself with the new characters, read "Wedding Vows: A series of 12 Oneshots". Hope you enjoy. I love getting feedback.
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Disclaimer: Once again, my bones belong to me, Bones does not.
Snapshots on a Season
Winter:
Dawn:
"Seriously, Bones?" Booth looked over at his partner as they were driving back from a crime scene, "You've never built a snowman?"
"No," Brennan crinkled her nose at the thought, "I never understood the concept, and always felt it rather sexist. Snowmen are no more or less anatomically shaped than snowwomen, so why use the male gender label all of the time?"
Booth sighed, only Bones would draw that conclusion, "Well, I know when I was three I built an anatomically correct snowman!" he paused for dramatic effect, "Butt was sore for a week after my dad came home from work.
She tried not to laugh, but ultimately allowed him a small smirk, "Why does that not surprise me Booth?"
When they arrived at the Jeffersonian Brennan exited the car, expecting Booth to follow her to her office. They had a lot of paperwork to get started on. What she did not expect was for him to do was grasp her shoulders and point to the freshly fallen snow that covered the grounds.
"Time to make your first snow-" he halted, then grinned, "PERSON Bones! You choose the gender, though I would advice not being too specific."
She shook her head, "I don't think so, Booth. One, we are not dressed in correct snow apparel. Two, the Jeffersonian is not an appropriate place to build snowpeople. And three, we have much too much paperwork to engage in frivolous activities."
"One," he mimicked her, ticking the points off on his fingers, "It's just water and will dry off eventually no matter what we've got on. Two, the Jeffersonian won't care and even if they do they are not going to fire their best forensic anthropologist over it. And three, frivolous activity is an anthropological necessity when facing tremendous amounts of paperwork."
He pasted on his biggest charm smile, "Com'on, Bones! Please!"
"Frivolous activity is not an anthropologic necessity," she pointed out.
Booth was ignoring her, though, and had begun forming a small snowball. He placed it in her gloved hand and made one for himself.
"You start with a ball," he held out his, "Then you get down like this, and start rolling it around, like this, until it eventually gets large enough for the size snowperson that you desire."
"Would this be where the term 'snowball effect' originated from?" she sighed, knowing at this point it was useless to argue with him.
"And people doubt you are a genius!"
"Booth," she crouched down awkwardly and began enlarging her snowball, "No one doubts I'm a genius."
"Some people have," he continued working on his snowball, surprised she had acquiesced so quickly, "Never me, though! I never doubted you for a minute. Well, not once I saw what you were capable of."
They continued side by side, rolling until Booth announced that they were ready for the next step.
"But, Booth," she pointed out, "Yours is bigger than mine."
"Ah, but for this project, Bones, mine needs to be bigger," he grinned slyly, wondering if she caught the double meaning; probably not. "Mine will be the base, and yours will be the middle."
"Torso," she interpreted, "Yes, I can see now that mine must be smaller so that it can fit on top of yours."
It took every bit of self-restraint that her partner had not to laugh. They placed hers on top of his and stood back to admire their handiwork.
"Would you like to make the head, Bones?" he offered.
"Alright."
She made quick work of it and placed it on the top.
"Is that everything?" she inquired next.
He shook his head, "Nope. Next we need to give him a face. Look around and see if you can find any stones we can use for eyes, and we'll need sticks for arms too."
They separated and began the search. Five minutes later they came back.
"These should work well for appendages," she proffered the two sticks she had found buried in the snow.
"Good," he nodded, showing her where to place them, "And these will do for the face."
He placed two round stones on the top portion for eyes and a dirty acorn for a nose. He drew a smile on it with his finger.
"Voila!" he stepped back and put his arm around Bones, "Our creation is complete!"
"Not quite," she countered, as she took her scarf off in a flourish and wrapped it around the snowperson's neck.
"Now," she turned to Booth, hands on hips, "Have we sufficiently satisfied your need for engaging in frivolous activity so that we can return to work?"
"Yes," he grinned.
"Good, because I am growing colder by the second."
"Well," he said, taking her by the shoulders and steering her toward the Jeffersonian and her warm office, "I can help you warm up, Bones. Now, let's go tackle the paperwork, then I'll call for delivery when we get in."