Darwin

a Bones drabble

A/N: While I absolutely love this show, I found myself writing a House fanfic called Legacy just the same as my first submission to this site. That said, this little idea kept playing around in my mind, and until I wrote it down, I figured I couldn't continue said piece of other fiction. If you want to read some really good Bones fiction, I heartily recommend the works of Mia101 & Jamie, collectively known as 5SteamBoatsShippingCo, and their amazing work called Sensate Focus. When I next update my profile, I'll be sure to include a link.

Disclaimer: I don't own the show, because let's face it, B&B would've been together by now if I did.

Temperance Brennan had finally done it, broken through that line of his. Correction, former line; she had to conclude that they'd so firmly crossed over that line into previously uncharted territory, that even the memory of it on her retina was now mostly an afterthought.

She found she had her misgivings about the whole thing, though, as they lay panting on the floor, both still aglow from their first coupling. When he'd sat there in his bathtub, wearing that silly beer hat of his, offering her a sip with nothing more than a "Want some?" as he swiveled the straw in her direction, she'd purposefully misunderstood him; smacking her lips as she took in the sight of him, she'd replied with an equally vague response. "Yes, I'd like that a lot."

So with a little prompting on her side, and surprisingly little resistance on Booth's, they'd quickly found themselves entangled on his living room floor. The part that had followed was all good, of course, it wasn't Booth's so-called line being crossed that had her reevaluating everything. No, it were those few simple words she'd exclaimed as she reached her peak. "Oh God, Booth!"

She'd heaved a deep sigh, Booth getting instantly defensive, railing on her about having crossed his precious line and now she was having second thoughts? And she'd told him, no, she was fine with that, more than fine even, that mysterious line of his should never have existed to start with. No, it were those few words that had set her off, having exclaimed the wrong name. How could she, after spending the entire duration of their partnership telling him that she didn't believe the universe was governed by an invisible bearded man, suddenly praise this entity at the very height of her pleasure. It just didn't make sense to her.

Booth had replied, saying he didn't think she'd shouted the wrong name, he was after all called Booth. Granted, she could've shouted Seeley at the top of her lungs, but there was plenty of time for that in future sessions, the line now more and more a distant memory to him as well.

And she'd said. "No, not that. The deity bit is what's worrying me, Booth. How come after all this time dismissing your personal God, I didn't exclaim 'Booth!', or even 'Oh Darwin, Booth!' I just don't get it."

So he had told her the only thing he could tell her, not an I-told-you-so, no, he'd said. "Anthropologically speaking, it's a cultural expression you've picked up; it has no meaning or value beyond its intended usage."

A/N: Again, this isn't what I normally write, although I do have a Bones/Criminal Minds/NCIS triple-crossover on the cards for the future. So I hope that despite my probably getting some of the characterization wrong, you still liked it. Until next time.

edit: changed the punchline from "We'll have to work on that."