Title: Stubborn Aesthetics
Rating: T
Pairing: Brennan/Booth
Summary: How would Booth react if Brennan was having a slight eye problem and had to wear... you'll see later!
Disclaimer: I clearly have too much imagination and not as much time in my hands. I should be studying Instrumental Analysis... Anyway, this story is dedicated to my man, the only one to whom I take off my glasses and shake out my hair.
Angst and Fluff are assured in this story. Also, reviews are welcomer.

Edit: I desabled the Story Alert, because I get more of them in my inbox mail than reviews themselves. How long does it take to click in the alert button? No longer than leaving a kind word of feedback in a review. It is seriously anti climax to see how many people hit the story and 2% of them are kind enough to review.


She walked in a straight line out of the facility, a small smile plastered in her lips and a sense of triumph in her pace. The FBI had kindly summoned the partners to assist in a shooting career, to qualify their shooting habits with different weapons, and as she left the range with a smile in her face the same didn't apply to the man beside her.
By her side her partner walked in an uncharacteristic silence and as they made their way into the rushing street ahead a feeling of tangible unease settled in her stomach and made her face turn in his direction.

His body language told her that he was impatient to get away from the building, and even thought she always thought that shooting, in a controlled environment, always had a good effect on the mood of her partner, what she had experienced inside made her extremely confused.
Her eyes scanned his features. They were hard, his jaw was closed tight, hands clenched by his sides and eyes, dark with emotion, narrowed in the dim light of the setting sun.

Many possibilities crossed her mind, one by one presented to her as potential causes to his remote behavior and furrowed brow. Perhaps, in all the havoc between a gun, its holder and the target he got caught in his past and the many targets that were so different from the ones made of paper across the wall. Or maybe it was something else. Something she had yet to know, yet to be allowed into the darkest corners of his mind, where she knew he kept, safe from daylight, what hurts the most.
Nevertheless the cause, she wasn't the woman to speculate and would never be, straight to the point she decided to pierce the unnerving silent barrier between them.

"Booth, why are you so quiet? You've barely spoken to me since we left the range." She asked tentatively in his direction.

"Oh it's nothing, really..." He reassured her in a rapid shot of words that neither she could identify nor ignore the cause for them.

"Were you dazzled by my shooting skills, Agent Booth?" She let the words come by in a light tease with a smirk of her lips in the end. "I've come a long way since you've first saw me shoot a gun, haven't I?"

"Wait, what?"At her words he suddenly stopped walking and stood still in the spot until she came to a stop beside him. He turned his body to face her, eyes wide in amazement at her blank expression.

"Are you serious Bones? You've missed all the marks!" His hands thrown in the air in exasperation.

"No I didn't, you're just jealous that I'm such a good shot." Brow furrowed in his direction she was now fully facing him, hands in her hips. An expression of incredibility across her face.

"What's the matter with you, Bones?" He hissed. "If you're trying to be funny, you're falling way short of comedy." Surely, nothing amusing had come out of her mouth other than the teasing.

She watched him pause in his words and inhale deeply. His shoulders loosened a little of their straight pose and along came the relaxation of his face; no longer held traces of severity.

"I'm really worried here, what if we were on the field and I needed you to cover my back?" His large hands wrapper around her shoulders and shook her softly.

"Don't give me that, Booth. You know I always get your back, whatever that means. I did nothing wrong in the range, I'm telling you."
For as much as she begged for his comprehensive side, appealing for her innocence at his unfounded charges of guilt, she also knew he wasn't ready to drop the issue that easily. The recall for a possible dangerous situation in the field was a sign of that.

"I'm telling you that you've missed all the marks. Want to go back there and check it?" Although his words seemed stressed his tone was soft and appealing, but they did nothing to prevent a fury that came from no were to burst in full force.

"No I won't go back there, I'm sure of what I did." She pushed her body backwards with purpose to disentangle her shoulders from his firm grasp and as soon as she found herself free she walked past him in the direction of the SUV.

"Shall we go?" She shouted over her shoulder.

"I give up, it's no use trying to worry about you when you are that stubborn." Waving his head in defeat he placed his hands in his pant pockets and slowly made his way to his vehicle where she was already trying to open the door.

Laughing mockingly at her attempts and infuriated face he took the keys from the pocket and pushed the open button. At the sound of the keys she turned once more to the car and pushed the passenger door open slightly.

With a forceful push the door came in contact with her forehead. Hard. She closed her eyes as the pain shot through her skull and rang in her ears. Her lungs filled with a fresh dump of air as she made another failed attempt to enter the car, fighting hard the moisture forming in her eyes triggered by the dull pain.

"Ow... How come the door doesn't open? Booth is your car damaged?" She asked, rubbing the sore spot on her forehead with her left hand.

"Are you all right Bones?" He ran forward, heart pounding in his chest motivated by her sort of cries of pain, worried for her safety. When he arrived to her side finally saw what hindered his partner from settling inside the car. "The door is fine; you just didn't open it enough to enter." One of his hands wrapped around her arm as the other opened the door wider so she could climb in.

"What are you saying? Of course I opened it all the way back." She protested while settling herself in the seat.

"Are you sure you're ok, Bones?" Still concerned. "It seems like today you can't see nothing at all." He closed the door and walked around the car.

All the while her eyes stood fixed on his as a bubbling rage erupted inside of her once more at his insulting words. Rationally, she could blame his aggressiveness and antics towards her as a side-effect of his previous mood because, for sure, she didn't do anything wrong that day, besides the unfortunate event with the car door.

As soon as he entered the car and turned the keys on the ignition her hand rushed in that direction to stop his movements. Their eyes met across the car, fiery blue burned in hurt pride against deep brown ones.

"My eye sight is as perfect as ever." The grip in his hand tightened and her nails dug in his flesh sending shiver up his spine.

"I'm a forensic anthropologist, am I not? I need perfect 20/20 vision." Her hand loosened his as she settled herself against the seat once more and looked straight ahead. "Stop this nonsense."

"I think you should see a doctor, to check if there's something wrong with your eyes." He said in a feeble effort to continue the conversation as he turned on the engine and drove the SUV among the streets full of traffic at the end of the day.

"I told you to stop it already Booth. I'm fine, you know I'm fine, and if you don't believe me, I can prove it to you, after all, I'm better than you in the field, and that says a lot." The words flew in this direction without her even acknowledging the hurt that crossed his eyes for a fraction of a second and simply crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"You know what, Bones? Forget it. It is no use worrying about you when you act like such a little girl, just sit there and I'll drive you back, I'm tired and I already have a kid to take care of, I don't need another one."

"Booth, you're being rude..." She hissed.

"Enough Bones." He said the words in rapid rage and felt his hands involuntary grip tight on the steering wheel.

"Fine." In her mind, their discussion was still unsettled, the words that they threw at each other still forming incoherent ideas and clouding the truth behind their partnership, Never before had a fight between them reached this boiling point, almost seeming like something precious was about to rupture. She closed her eyes and sighed at their uncomfortable silence.


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