Hi people... You may think I am crazy (and I am inclined to agree), but musie bugged me to write this story here... I already have three other fics to update, but well...
Hope you'll like it!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Bones... I don't own Booth... what a sad thing...
….. and that's how it happened...
PART ONE:
Booth sat in his car, shooting worried looks at his partner who was standing beside the SUV, bent over the ditch . She had begged him to quickly stop the car and he had done as told, she had hopped out of the SUV and had started to retch immediately.
Watching somebody gag was not really something he WANTED to do, but he thought it was necessary to keep an eye on her. What if she passed out or something? So he debated with himself if he had the right to watch her in her miserable state or not.
His protective side won and he kept his gaze on her all the time, watching how her shoulders shuddered, ready to join her at the slightest sign of weakness. But after a few minutes she finally recovered and climbed back into the SUV.
She shot him a dark look. "Enjoyed the show?" She asked, her voice not as confident as she wished. She briefly closed her eyes when a wave of nausea hit her.
He shook his head. "Just wanted to make sure you do not fall into the ditch... Bones... this is the third time this week you suddenly felt sick. That's not normal... I'll drive you to a doctor, okay?" His voice was full of concern.
She shook her head vigorously. "Probably I just ate something wrong... my stomach's a little queasy, but now I feel fine. No need to go to the doctor."
"But Bones... this is not normal! And you stomach can't be that queasy, you ate ... what... two pieces of pie yesterday evening, but this morning you felt sick... Wait... you... Bones..." He hesitated a bit and shot her a side glance, while she buckled her seat belt. "You are not pregnant, Bones, are you?"
"What?" Her eyes widened and she looked at him almost shocked. Then she shook her head.
"Are you sure?" He asked cautiously. He could easily recall Rebecca's first trimester of her pregnancy with Parker. Although he did not live with her, he met her often enough to witness morning sickness, ravenous appetite and odd cravings... sometimes all within a few hours. He had watched it with morbid interest.
She snorted. "I am very sure. Getting pregnant would require sexual intercourse in the first part. And since Sully there ... was nobody. And contrary to you I don't believe in conception by... what was it? Possession by the holy spirit."
"Bo-o-nes... The holy mother of Jesus was not POSSESSED... why do you have to make it sound like my religion is some weird mix of Dawn of the Dead and The Exorcist?" Booth shook his head.
"I don't know what you mean with Dawn of the Dead, but I thought Catholics believe in possessions and exorcism?" Brennan frowned.
"Yeah, BAD possessions, okay? Possessed by the evil, not by the Holy Spirit, Bones. The conception of Jesus was a gift to Mary, okay?" Booth corrected her.
"Well, it does not matter, it's just a story anyway. Who can believe in such things as Holy Spirits nowadays? I think it's more likely that Mary had intercourse with somebody and did not remember... or she lied about it." Brennan mused.
"Shit, Bones. Can you please TRY to not to trample on my believes all the time? You called Jesus a Zombie, and Mary was a possessed liar? That's just too much for me." He shook his head again.
"I was merely stating my opinion on what could have happened, Booth." She objected.
"Jumping to conclusions, were we?" He teased.
"Well, I think my explanation is a lot more believable and logical than yours." She gave back, staring stubbornly out of her window. She had a headache and there was still a bad taste in her mouth.
"Religion is not about logic, Bones, how many times do I have to tell you? It's about faith." Booth stated, shooting her another side glance. He calmed down a little, when he looked at her again. "You are pale, Bones... I think you really should go to a doctor... I can drive you if you want."
She shook her head again.
He sighed. "Bones, promise me you'll go to the doctor if it doesn't get any better, okay?"
She smiled weakly, when she recalled how she had been telling him to go to the dentist several times months ago... and how he stubbornly had replied: 'I will, if it doesn't get any better.' In the end, a criminal had taken 'care' of his infectious molar tooth.
Borrowing his line, she answered: "Okay... I will, if it doesn't get any better. Satisfied?"
A small smile appeared on his face, when he heard her words... they definitely sounded familiar. "Don't blame me for worrying about you. I need you to be healthy when we are out there, right? No time-out for gagging while arresting somebody."
She rolled her eyes, staring out of the window. "Fine, I will go to the doctor. Tomorrow."
"Fine." He answered, tapping with his fingers on the steering wheel. Half an hour later he had dropped her off at the Jeffersonian.
The next day started as a pretty normal day for Booth. When he showed up at the Jeffersonian to get Bones out of her beloved lab for lunch, Angela informed him that she was at the doctor. He laughed and said: "Trust Bones to get her doctor's appointment during lunch break. What else? Well, good to know she's finally seeing a doctor... I started to worry."
Angela frowned and asked: "What? Something wrong with her? She said it was some routine check..."
Booth's eyes widened a little in surprise... he decided that if Brennan had not told Angela herself, he was not the one to tell her either, so he only answered vaguely. "She was feeling a little off lately... nothing serious, I am sure... See ya, Angela."
Angela's gaze followed him and she wondered what Booth knew about her best friends' health and what was wrong with Brennan.
Brennan drove home after her doctor's appointment. She had called Angela that she was tired and the doctor had told her to take the rest of the day off, but that it was nothing serious.
What a lie... what a big fat lie. It was serious... damn serious. A shock... and it was going to be a shock to somebody else too.
Her first reaction had been to simply not believe it and she had accused the doctor of making a mistake.
The doctor explained it all again... but it was just too unbelievable to just accept it like that. But after some time, she had had to give in. Well, she had no choice, she had to accept it, right? She had cried a little, but now she felt only empty... or not, which was exactly the problem.
Her hand covered her still flat stomach. She was pregnant. And the Holy Spirit had had no hand in it.
Booth got rid of loads of paperwork in the afternoon and was it a pretty good mood when he left his office. Until he called Bones at work... and Angela had answered, telling him that she was at home, because the doctor had told her to take the rest of the day off. He frowned a little... that was so NOT her.
Just when he flipped his phone open again to call her at home, her name flashed on his display. She was calling him. Odd coincidence, he thought and quickly answered. "Booth"
"Hey, Booth." She said, her voice sounding odd.
"Bones, how are you? Angela said you went home after your appointment... are you ill? Is it something... serious?" He quickly asked, worry in his voice.
"Well... I'd like to answer to that, but ... not over the phone, Booth. Would you like to come over?" He heard the tone of her voice and he knew something was wrong... but he could not tell, what kind of wrong. Terribly wrong or just something simple? He quickly answered: "I am going to come over, Bones... should I bring take out, is your stomach up to it?"
"To Thai Food? Always!" Now her voice sounded a little more like herself and he felt a little better. "I'll be there in half an hour, okay?"
"See you." She answered and hung up.
Booth knew she had to tell him something... he wondered what it was. While he was making his way to his car, he mulled the different possibilities over.
Pregnancy was out... And he had been relieved to hear she had not had any other man in her bed after Sully... it should not mean anything to him, but it did. He was aware that his feelings had gone beyond that partner-like... even friend-like line... But that was not the time for this kind of inner debate, was it... so he thought of other possibilities.
Family? Her father or her brother again? A over enthusiastic fan... aka stalker? He sighed. The problem was, with Temperance Brennan, there were many possible reasons.
About half an hour later he pulled up in front of her building, his stomach already grumbling in protest. The delicious smell of the food had teased him during the ride, so he hurried upstairs, his impatient hunger making him even faster than usual.
She opened the door before he could even knock, mumbling a "Hi, Booth.". She looked better than the day before, but he noticed something else.
"Bones... You've been crying! What's wrong?" Concerned he moved a little closer to her to take a closer look.
She shook her head. "I am going to tell you... later. First, I want to eat."
His eyebrows rose slightly, but an audible grumble from his stomach made clear, that eating was a pretty good idea. She offered him a beer and he accepted gladly. He noticed, that she only drank water, but his mild surprise was soon forgotten, when he started to eat. He had been really hungry.
But as hungry as he was, Bones beat him. She stuffed down the food fast enough to make him wonder if she had eaten anything for lunch. The most likely answer was: no. She tended to forget about eating if there was nobody there to remind her.
Finally the containers were empty, the dishes placed in the dishwasher and they had moved to the couch in her living room.
Now he was waiting for her to explain to him, why she had been crying, what had happened, but she said nothing. She just remained silent. He knew her well enough to not put any pressure on her, so he casually asked. "Want to watch TV?" He pointed towards her TV, a new acquisition... in fact, he had talked her into buying it.
She shook her head slightly and sighed. "No... we need to talk."
"Okay" He said, waiting for her to continue.
She fidgeted nervously and he frowned a little at that unusual gesture. Finally, she said "You were right, Booth."
His eyebrows rose, but before he could ask, she continued: "I am pregnant."
He gasped. Under other circumstances she would have found the expression on his face funny. But today, she did not laugh... not even smile.
Booth recovered quickly and stammered: "But... you said there was nobody after Sully... and Sully left... about six months ago." He looked at her abdomen doubtfully and stated. "You don't look six months pregnant."
"I am not. Only about seven weeks. I thought it was only the stress when my monthly was late..." Now it was his turn to fidget a little and she rose an eyebrow. "What? Does this make you uncomfortable?"
"Bones... a man who LIKES to talk about 'women problems' is either a pervert or a doctor. Or maybe both?" He attempted to bring some humour into the situation, but it did not work. He had to admit, it had been a poor effort on a joke.
He cleared his throat. "Not important now. So there was somebody after Sully?" His voice indicated that he was hurt, that she had lied to him.
"I did not lie! I did not remember. I still do not remember, but I am pregnant. 7 weeks. And ... Booth, please don't freak out now... but I thought it all through and... the only man who ... I think it's yours, Booth." She said the last words very fast, so he thought he had heard it wrong.
"Repeat that, please" he said weakly.
"Yours... I think it's yours." She stammered, embarrassed now. She avoided his gaze, nervously clutching a pillow.
"What? But... Bones... we never slept together." Not yet, a little devil in his mind added, but he quickly brushed it aside.
"I did not remember either. But it's the only explanation. Seven weeks ago ... The Hardwick-case... we had to stop at that motel in the middle of nowhere, you remember?" She said.
He nodded. He could recall the motel, which really had been in the middle of nowhere. He had been thankful that it at least had a bar. The memories were a little blurred after the discovery of the bar. They had been drinking... a lot. But hey, after all they had closed a case, right?
"We drank a lot... and I think that it... happened." She bit her bottom lip.
"But... Bones... I woke in my bed, okay? Alone. And I never ... forgot about being with a woman just like that." He objected.
"Me neither, okay? But the date fits... I can tell for sure that in the week before and after the Hardwick-case there was no, I repeat, no possibility for it. No way! And if you remember, at that motel there were no other people... besides the girl that worked at the reception and the old barkeeper... who was... I don't know... seventy years old? There was nobody else, Booth. Just you... and me." She kept her gaze on the pillow in her lap.
"Bones... that's..." ridiculous, he wanted to say. Yes, completely ridiculous. But then a memory stirred somewhere inside him and he suddenly paled. When she heard him stop mid-sentence, she looked up at him.
He cleared his throat and looked at her... and after a moment he whispered. "I think you are right." God help him.
Okay, please let me know what you think... and don't shoot me for making Bones pregnant (again), my muse says: Jump! and I jump ;)