This is based on the actual plotline of the tv show. If nobody reads it then I probably won't write more. Um,I'm not really sure what to rate this but I'll say mature because it's not 100% racy but it's not a fairy tale. Actually, those are kind of morbid. More like... Futurama.
Brennan woke up in a daze. What time was it? She reached for her alarm clock. It was 8:30. "All right, all right, I'm getting up" It had been about half a month since Vincent's death. She looked next to her clock. A photo of him smiling made her smile too, but in a sad, melancholy way. "Oh, I miss you, Mr. Nigel-Murray." She got dressed and ate a tasty omelet. Spitting out her minty toothpaste, she grabbed her keycard and went on her way. She got to the Jeffersonnian at about 9:00, and she noticed Booth had left her a message, and she eagerly played it. "Hi Bones, uh, I'm out sick today with a stomach virus, and was wondering if you could pick Parker up from school and drop him off at Rebecca's place. Uh, yeah. Thanks Bo-" At this point Booth started retching and disconnected. Brennan pondered what to do- go to Limbo or check up on Ange. She decided the latter would be more interesting. "Hey Angela." Brennan appeared at the doorway. Angela Montenegro was lying on her couch, eating saltines. "Sweetie! Come in, come in! "How are you feeling?" Brennan queried. "Like the Hindenberg." Angela replied jokingly. "Heard anything good gossip-wise? Because I personally have gotten a very slow intake. It's like a graveyard in here!" Angela chatted merrily. "Well.." Brennan started "There was one about Director Cull-" Brennan stopped with a quizzical look on her face. "What is it ? Sweetie? Hello? Bren." Angela waved her hand in front of Dr. Brennan's face. She started again "Well, Ange, it's just that-" Brennan stopped again. Although, this stop was not greeted by silence, but of the sound of retching. "Brennan!" Angela shrieked. Cam walked in, with a what-the-hell-is-going-on-now look on her face. Then she saw the faucet coming out Bones's mouth. "Dr. Brennan!" Eventually Brennan's vomiting subsided, and sat down in the office chair. "Angela, can you or Dr. Hodgins take home Dr. Brennan? I would but I have something else and I think Sweets has an appointment." "Yeah, sure. Ok, Sweetie, can we stand up?" The question was answered with more retching. "Cam?" "Yes?" "Can you get me Jack and a big bucket?"
Twenty minutes later Hodgins was driving with Brennan acting queasy and Angela helping her in the back. After they set her up with water, orange juice, a couple trashcans, a cellphone, and a T.V. remote, in short, anything a sick person could need, they started to leave. "Park-Parker." Bones coughed out. "Huh?" 'Pick up Parker. I.. I was going to do it but now I can't. Please?" Bones then puked again. "Yeah, sure. Get better soon!" Then Hodgins and Angela got out so that they wouldn't have to hear Dr. Brennan puking again. Brennan stayed home for a couple of days. "Ugh, I hate being sick." Brennan thought to herself. "But I only vomit. I heard Booth had a sore throat as well as vomiting, and Parker (Who had it before Booth) and a cough and a stuffed up nose. Plus, they were sick two days less than I've been. The only person who just pukes is... Angela. And only sometimes. But she's not sick, she's pregnant. But I'm not pregant. I can't be pregnant. The last person I slept with was...
Booth.
Whoop! prologue, if you think this doesn't suck, review me, and If I get enough views I will write chapter one.