Oneshot. Wrote this at school cause my USB wouldn't work so i couldn't do my english assesment. Disclaimer: I don't own Bones or FOX or Paper, Scissors, Rock. I do own a computer that is an antique, a camera that won't turn on and a scentific caculator that was dropped one to many times. :)

"Paper, scissors, rock."

"What?"

"We can solve this using paper, scissors, rock."

"How can we use a paper, scissors and a rock to figure out this dilemma?" Booth looked at Brennan and gasped.

"Please tell me that was a joke," he was aghast. "Every one knows paper, scissors, rock."

"Not everyone, evidently."

"Ok, every normal person," corrected Booth, rolling his eyes. "You got any better ideas?"

"What if we write a complex mathematical algorithm and the first of the two of us to figure the answer gets it?" Brennan could see the logic of her proposal.

"Can I have a calculator?" Booth tried his charm smile.

"No!"

"Not fair," he whined, "that won't work."

They thought for a moment.

"I could shoot you," Booth pondered.

"Hahaha,"

"Bones, was that a sarcastic laugh?" Booth looked astounded.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, it was," Brennan's turn to roll her eyes. "Why does everyone seemed surprised when I use sarcasm?"

"Cause its just freaky and very not normal."

"And that was very grammatically incorrect. STOP MOVING!!!" she yelled.

"What?" Innocence.

"You were inching towards it. I know you were," Brennan wasn't going to let him win that easily.

"I wasn't," his eyes were wide. She didn't believe him for a moment. "You have no faith in me."

"No, I don't"

"Ouch," Booth changed the subject. "How about a race?"

"Ohh?" She was intrigued.

"Yeah, a running race. First one there wins." She snorted and he raised an eyebrow.

"You sound like a 3 year old. A running race," she laughed again.

"Focus, Bones," again, he skirted the topic. Cause it made him sound like a dork. And bruised his ego.

"Fine, I will race you," she accepted.

"Ok," Booth placed a hand on the couch. Brennan copied him. "On three. One. Two…"

"Wait," Brennan studied his face, worried," are you feeling ok?"

"Huh?"

"You don't look too good," she placed a hand on his lower back. Under his shirt. Now that, was even more weird. "Do you want to sit down?"

"Hahaha, no," the eye roll again. Booth felt slightly uncomfortable from her touch. "How gullible do you think I am?"

"Ok, but don't blame me if you hurt yourself." Shaking his head, he started to count again.

"One,"

Brennan coughed loudly.

"Two,"

They were ready.

"Thr…," he heard the click and felt the cuff close around his wrist, "ee …"

Brennan took off, laughing at her partner.

"I hate you, Bones," he growled, trying to pull his hand free.

"I love you too," she laughed and began half walking, half running towards the kitchen counter. He could only watch helplessly as she picked up the plate of mud cake and took a bite.

"Mmmm, so good," she taunted. Booth groaned.

"I can't believe you cuffed me to my own chair, with my own cuffs just so you could eat the last piece of my own cake that came from my own fridge."

"It worked didn't it?"

"Give me that cake," he stamped his foot petulantly, "please?" she wandered out of the room, taking it with her. "Bones, get your ass back here now!"