So... I'm writing oneshots. It's almost all I write these days--not for lack of plans, but for lack of the time I'd need to update a multichap as it should be. And I won't lie: they fit my imagination and motivation, too.

That's why I'm creating a collection to post them. So they can all be in one place. The name, of course, was inspired by one of my fave characters evah: Gordon Gordon. I did find that to be interesting!

This oneshot was inspired once again by a prompt in LJ; this time, by Lizook12. It was, "Booth/Brennan, sunburn". I find I work pretty well with prompts!


"Take off your shirt."

"Bones..."

"And lie down face down on your bed."

"The couch is closer, and I--"

"And you'll hurt your back again if you lie there. To your bed, now."

"Gee, Bones," he muttered while obeying her anyway. "If I knew you'd be this bossy..."

He took his t-shirt off as he entered his room to do as she had said. He put his head on his arms and tried to forget the fact she was going to put her hands on him. He knew it was childish, but what could he do? It was Bones, after all. He had stopped questioning his reactions to her a long time ago.

But it didn't stop him from being surprised when he felt her straddle his hips.

"Bones!" he said rather loudly, unable to stop himself as he tried to twist his neck to get a look at her. "What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to have a good access to your back without straining mine. Now, relax."

He sighed and gave himself to the experience. At least he was facing down.

He heard a cracking sound like when fresh veggies are cut, but louder, and then felt a pungent smell he didn't recognize.

"So this is what Aloe Vera smells like."

"Yes, it is. It's going to feel cold to the skin..."

And cold it felt. He involuntarily jerked his back's muscles as a reaction while trying to hold back the vocal ones.

"...but that's part of the idea."

"Yeah, I see."

"How did you manage to do this to yourself, Booth? And is Parker fine?"

"Yes, he is. Becca already took care of him. And I insist it was an accident," he mumbled as her hands massaging his shoulders worked some kind of magic. "I didn't realize the sunblock had expired and I didn't think to check. A lot of good it did us reapplying every hour and a half."

Her fingers felt so nice on his skin, her massaging his neck allowing him to relax a bit.

"You're full of knots, Booth. You--"

"I should have been more careful," he let out, interrupting her.

Noticing the way his voice sounded, full of guilt and regret, she kept quiet to encourage him to talk. She knew by now that was the way to help him open up: not asking, not judging. Just listening. Just like he did when she needed to talk.

"Park... he didn't want to stop playing to let me spread the sunblock again and again, but I insisted, thinking I was being responsible," he snorted the last word. "But because I wasn't careful enough, now he will spend an awful night. He's never liked sleeping on his belly."

She didn't know what to say to make him feel better, no matter how much her brilliant brain tried to find the words. So she just kept doing what she was doing, hoping that helping his tense muscles relax she'd make him feel a little better... as if by fixing his back she'd erase his guilt.

He allowed his eyelids to close and a short, soft sigh escape. "I should have checked that sunblock."

She poured more Aloe Vera juice on his back, not caring now to see if the skin she was working on was red or not. If this was all the comfort she knew how to give, that's what she'd do.

"Rebecca was right to be mad at me. I should have taken better care of him," he insisted, his voice drowsy.

She stopped her ministrations several minutes later, taking his now slow breathing as a sign of his sleeping. She got up, went to wash her hands and then back to his room to take off his shoes and put a blanket over him up to his waist.

Then, following an impulse, she run her hand softly over his head, feeling his hair against her fingers.

"I know I've told you before," she whispered. "But I do think you're an excellent father. Parker is lucky to have you."

Just when she flicked the lights off, she heard him reply.

"Thanks, Bones. Means a lot."

She didn't say anything else, but smiled as she walked out of the place.

He was a great father... if she only knew how to make him understand how lucky any child would be to have him as a parent.

How lucky anyone would be to be close to him.