Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Warcraft or Bones, I just own any OC's that may come up. That and the man-eating dust bunnies underneath my bed.

Rated: K+ just to be safe

BonesXWarcraft crossover

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Booth sighed, drowning out all of the arguing that was going on in the room. Of course, he was keeping eye contact with his superior, as was respectful. Just smile and nod... Eh. His eyes drifted over to where his partner was sitting. She seemed calm to the naked eye, but he knew that underneath, she was a tightly wound spring that personified tension. He knew it was the fact they were looking for a child that bothered her.

The father looked down at Booth, his eyes pleading in desperation.

"The only way that I will testify..." Booth looked up in slight curiosity mixed with alarm, locking eyes with the man; "...Is if I see you with my son..."

Booth nodded slightly, his brown eyes drifting back to the table. A thought suddenly struck him. He quickly rose from his seat and locked his eyes onto Mr. Decker's once again.

"Mr. Decker, you and Donovan..." Booth paused thoughtfully, noting that the father had turned towards him."Do you have a code word? Something to let him know that you sent me?"

The man looked surprised and thoughtful for a moment before answering the FBI agent.

"Paladin" the man said with more conviction; "Tell Donovan: 'Paladin'."

Booth nodded, looking away from the man and settling on the table. They were very much alike, the man and Booth. Both fathers. Both devoted to family. His boss, Cullen, raised himself out of his chair, emitting a slight groan as he stretched his muscles. He looked toward Booth, with a slight smirk that was only apparent in his eyes.

"Paladin... Defender of the faith, protector..." Cullen contemplated, having not moved from the table; "Suits you, Booth."

Cullen exited the conference room, looking rather happy for an person who just seconds ago, was talking about a kidnapped kid. Booth rolled his eyes. Now his boss develops a sense of humor. He noticed Brennan thoughtfully looking across the room at nothing in particular.

"You know what?" She asked, looking over at Booth slightly. "You tough guys are all very sentimental." she smirked playfully, while Booth gave her a tired look with his wholesome brown eyes.

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They left the conference room in silence, Brennan going over the mother's remains visually in her head, while Booth was daydreaming about being a 'Paladin'.

"You know, I think being called a 'Defender of the faith' would be nice." Booth stated, smiling mischievously at Brennan.

She watched her partner's expression with a mixture of playfulness and exhaustion, a smirk once again adorning her features as she considered indulging Brennan's rather child-like FBI agent.

"Yes, I concur. But aren't you already a 'protector'?" Her eyes gained a similar mischievous glint to them as she anticipated his reaction.

"No! Not like that!" Booth exclaimed in mock shock, "No, I'd need strong armor, with a large sword, and trusted shield by my side!"

Brennan laughed, the mirth plainly visible in her eyes, tears starting to stream down her face. His expression and movements were entertaining to say the least. He looked like an angel was going to drop into his outstretched arms at any second. Almost like he was expecting a bright light to shine down upon him.

"Don't you already have a large sword?" She winked playfully, "What else would you need? Isn't the gun and sharp suit enough?" Brennan asked, curious as to his answer.

"Nooooo... I'd need a super cool holy steed to bear the weight of the world with me!" Booth yelled with passion, startling a couple of interns that were passing by.

The movement of his arms was starting to gather a large amount of attention. Brennan looked around, her smile fading slightly at the sight of people gathering to watch her partner's antics. She should try to end this before any more decided to watch. Before Hodgins decided to vendor some freshly made popcorn, and Sweets was able to buy some, analyzing Booth's act. The Jeffersonian was not the place to be hosting a performance.

"So... In conclusion, you really would choose to become a Paladin if that were possible?" Brennan asked, trying to wrap it up.

"Of course.... That would be amazing..." Booth said, fading off into a murmur.

"Yep, now let's go check on Hodgins' results, shall we?" She asked, trying desperately to drag the childish FBI agent with her.

"...Paladin." He sighed in finality with the subject.

Tremors suddenly shook the Jeffersonian to the core. Beakers started flying in all directions, lab techs we flung against walls, Hodgins was selling popcorn.... Just kidding, he was too busy trying not to fall of the main platform where their human remains were placed. Speaking of the remains, apparently Cam was the one holding it down, preventing it from pulling a 'wicked witch of the west' tornado reenactment. Zack was somewhere in the mess. Brennan and Booth were thrown to the ground, albeit together. In each other's arms. God knows where Sweets was. Oh wait, he was busy imitating a chandelier!

All of a sudden, a rather large beam of light shone down upon where Booth had previously been standing, blinding all the rooms occupants. Well, the ones who were stupid enough to look directly at the light. He was shielding his eyes with his right arm, and could barely discern a female figure within the pillar of pure light.

As the beam started to fade out, he gradually brought his arm back down towards his side, touching the tile floor, noting the golden sparkles that seemed to replace the pillar. Once everything had settled back to relative normalcy—except for the female figure that seemed to come out of nowhere—Booth chose to further examine this new presence. Only to find that she was staring at him in tandem with mesmerizing emerald green eyes.

Her features were stunning at first glance, with an almost alien-like quality to them. Like she was... too perfect... He looked to her hair, almost tempted to whistle at it's obvious beauty. Shining like the open sea at sunrise, looking such that you'd just want to bury yourself in it. As Booth caressed her sunset orange locks with his gaze, his eyes rested on her ears. They traveled down, toward the lobe, and then traveled up the back of one of them. He was astonished to realize that her ears just kept going...and going...and going. She had long pointed ears! His immediate thought was 'elf', but she didn't seem like she'd ever been inside Santa's workshop. That and the fact she looked to be six feet tall... Wait, she was just an inch shorter than him! She was taller than Bones too. Something told him she wasn't going to like that.

Booth looked over to where Bones was sitting up on the floor a couple feet away. She was also busy gaping like a beached fish at the exotic newcomer. Of course she would deny this fiercely, saying that she was simply 'observing a new subject of interest'. Brennan seemed to feel his gaze on her, and turned to look at him, the same expression plastered on her face until she noticed his growing smirk. She quickly wiped it off, gaining her trademark 'thinking face' instead. Booth kept smiling, laughing lightly. He felt someone—rather something—staring at him. He stopped laughing, his smile dimming slightly. Booth's eyes locked with the green orbs, noticing the studying quality present in them. She looked him over in deep interest.

"Bal'a dash" she said, smiling at Booth. "Doral ana'diel?" she added in an afterthought.

Booth's eyes widened, completely stupefied. What the heck did she just say?

"Um... Hello." Booth started, "My name is Booth...What's...Yours..?" He added lamely. She looked at him in confusion.

"Sinu a'manore" she said, assuming Booth was saying hi.

"What are you?" Brennan asked not so gracefully. He looked at her like she was crazy.

"Bones!" He admonished her, "Are you nuts?!" Brennan looked back at him with an expression of confusion.

"What? She's obviously not human, and I'm an inquisitive person by nature." She stated matter-of-factually.

"That doesn't mean you have to go and insult her!" Booth argued back.

"I wasn't insulting her, she must know already that she's not human!" Brennan informed him.

He opened his mouth to retort, when he realized that she had a point. Closing his mouth so as to not look stupid, Booth looked back toward the female elf. He noticed her amused smirk, and couldn't help smiling back. His eyes roamed over her face once again, his eyes catching a metal headdress adorning her head. It fell across her forehead, the left and right sides of the ring melding at the middle and flowing down until the bridge of her nose. Going down her neck, he saw chain mail until about her shoulders, where it then changed into what seemed to be solid metal armor that ran down the rest of her body. Booth also noted large metal shoulder pads...and a cape. Not to mention a sword...

A SWORD?! He did a double-take. Yes, a sword. In fact, she had a shield as well. Booth was speechless, expression not unlike Brennan's previous one. Meaning yes, he was gaping like a fish.

The elf looked around, a confused expression replacing the smirk. Booth saw fear enter her eyes, the elf reaching for her sword. He had a feeling she wasn't afraid to use it if threatened.

"Hey..." Booth said gently, getting her attention. The look of fear dissipated slightly from her eyes at the sound of his concerned voice. "We're all friends here... I'm Booth." He gestured toward her, silently asking her name. She looked at him, a slight smile appearing on her face. The fear vanished from her bright green orbs.

"Olevia," She said, straightening her stance and saluting Booth "Sinu a'manore." He sighed, his head falling into his right hand. That was close. He wondered how he would have explained that to Cullen.

'Oh, yeah! She was dressed like a knight and had pointy ears! She's also armed and dangerous with weapons from the middle ages! We're looking for a medieval Santa's helper! Send out a bolo!' He laughed to himself, forgetting his audience.

Olevia looked at him with surprise, not knowing whether to be insulted or just confused. Her gaze traveled around the room once again, some of her previous uneasiness appearing in her face. She saw the platform, where Hodgins was still hunkering down and Cam was straightening herself. Her eyes caught on one of the tables, where Zack had been thrown down. What no one had noticed was that he wasn't getting up after the blast of energy. Olevia shouted in exclamation, running swiftly over to Zach's side.

Booth and Brennan looked up to the young elf, and followed her gaze to where Zack was lying motionless. She reached his side, kneeling down and turning his limp body over onto his back. She supported his head, brushing back his long bangs to get a better look at him. Olevia cursed. He was unconscious, with a long, deep gash on the right side of his forehead.

She inhaled deeply, closing her eyes. A deep concentration aura fell over her features. All the scientists could do was watch, confounded. Brennan went to reach for the elf, when Booth stopped her. He gave her a look that told her that the elf only meant to help. He could see the caution and immediate caring combined with deep concern in her body language.

Olevia meditated for about thirty seconds, then placed her un-gloved left hand on Zach's face. The hand started glowing as she started to mutter incantations. Well, what sounded like incantations to Booth. He couldn't understand a word of what she said.

When the glowing stopped, Zach's features were completely healed. The gash was gone, and any bruises had vanished. A light grimace appeared on Zach's face, before disappearing into a smooth smile as the comfort of being healed reached him. Needless to say, Zack was quite high. His eyes fluttered open as he felt a smooth hand caress his cheek. His eyes rested on the beautiful face of his healer. Her stunning green eyes filled with concern, the flawlessness of her skin, the touch of her hand on his face. He must have died and gone to heaven. Of course this wasn't logical to him, but Zach wasn't exactly in his right mind at the moment either. Because he wouldn't have minded being dead right then. In fact, he was feeling so good, that he felt he should thank this beauty.

He reached for her face with his left hand, just short of touching it. Olevia leaned into it, accepting the expression of gratitude. Zack slowly sat up. Never breaking eye contact with the young woman, he brought himself closer to her. Zack hesitantly brought his face ever closer, the two of them almost nose to nose. He closed the distance in a rare moment of bravery, lightly brushing his lips against her own.

The taste of her lips was exhilarating, a feeling of warm sunshine and blended ice beverages mixed into one. Noticing her lack of offense to the action and the intense need to have more, Zack pressed his lips hungrily onto hers. He caressed her lips with his own, while she made it her goal to get her tongue into his welcoming warm mouth. She hadn't realized how wonderful the taste of human male could be. The hint of cheese along with the unique blend of smells that was Eau de Zack, was driving her crazy with lust. Had she known that the taste of human would be so irresistible, she would have mated with a human long ago, damning the horde. What the two had neglected to notice was that they were pretty much making out right next to a burnt corpse.

Hodgins, meanwhile, was staring with the trademark 'fishy' expression that everyone was seeming to use that day. Booth, Brennan and Cam were speechless, and Angela looked just plain impressed. Seeing that this was an obviously private moment, in a very public venue, Angela coughed. This did not snap the two new lovers out of their trance, but instead prompted Brennan to inquire of her health. Angela nodded her head at the two–determined to become one—lovers. Understanding, Brennan walked over to Zack.

"Ahem." She coughed "Are you OK Zack?"

Realizing that he had an audience, Zack ripped himself away from his previous fixation. Having come to his senses, he looked from Dr. Brennan, back to Olevia, and then to the floor. Embarrassed at his sudden impulse, he blushed profusely.

"Yes Dr. Brennan, I'm all right." Zack replied sheepishly, smiling slightly "I think she healed me." He indicated to a playfully smirking Olevia.

"Anar'alah belore...." Olevia sighed breathlessly, looking like she might pass out in ecstasy. Zack blushed a deeper shade of red.

"What'd she say?" Angela asked, slightly fascinated at the thought of a strange language.

"She said 'By the light of the sun'" Zack replied, "I assume it is similar to saying 'My God' or something like that."

"How do you know what she's saying?" Angela asked anxiously.

"What do you mean? It's perfectly understandable." Zack stated, looking at the rest of them like they were crazy.

"Umm... No it's not." Hodgins interjected, laughing.

"Well, we'll answer that later. First of all, we need to know, what just happened?" Booth asked everyone.

"The kissing part or the big flash of light part?" Brennan inquired. Booth rolled his eyes."What? I was just clarifying."

"Sinu... Malanore." Olevia said, still dazed, looking a little light headed.

"What?" Booth exclaimed.

"She said that was part of traveling. Well, more like she's a traveler." Zack answered knowledgeably. At the confused stares, he somehow managed to blush even redder before continuing. "She's not exactly coherent right now."

A huge commotion followed, mostly generated by a catcalling Hodgins. Zack could hear many 'Nice job's and 'Way to go, Zack!' Having reached his limit of redness, he could only sit next to Olevia with his head inclined down toward his feet. Booth thought the poor squint might pass out.

Noticing his discomfort, Olevia decided to get involved. She stood up to her full six feet, and sent a full ice cold glare across the foyer. Everyone seemed to stop in their tracks, feeling frozen in fear or shame. Her aura of ice was disconcerting everyone.

Booth's eyes widened, she was terrifying when she was angry. Noticing the compliance from everyone in the room, Olevia let go of the icy stare. She turned to the still embarrassed Zack and brought his slightly shorter gaze to hers. His eyes widened in fear, until he noticed the positively caring and concerned expression on her face, at which point he replaced the fear with a reciprocating gentle smile in reassurance.

"Doral ana'diel? Al diel?" Olevia asked Zack, caressing his face with her bare hand. He saw her eyes travel the length of his body, checking him over. His expression turned She thought he was ill! Zack began to chuckle softly, much to the confusion of his sweet. He nodded, watching as she visibly relaxed.

"Can someone please tell me what just happened?!" Booth asked, getting kind of annoyed that his question wasn't being answered. Olevia began to whisper to Zack in a rapid fashion.

"Slow down, I can't follow your speech at that speed." He muttered to her. She continued at a slightly slower pace, making sure to accentuate each syllable. They continued for a couple more minutes, much to Booth's annoyance. Nevertheless he knew that this was somehow making the process go a little faster. Brennan was dying to ask how Zack and Olevia could understand each other, but she decided that it was probably better to ask them later. The aforementioned new couple stopped talking, Olevia looking at the other occupants of the room warily. Zack turned to his coworkers, and took a deep breath in.

"It's a long story.." He started. When Booth urged him to elaborate in an annoyed fashion, Zack continued, while Olevia was rubbing his arm as a source of comfort."Just be aware that the story is quite shocking and breaks some of the laws of physics. But it is most certainly the truth."

"OK... So... Are you going to tell us? Or not?" Booth asked him. Zack nodded eagerly. Olevia looked toward him, smiling.

"First of all, she comes from the world of Azeroth, where there are ten races. The ten races are split up into two factions: the Alliance and the Horde." He continued, "The races on the side of the alliance are: Night elves, the first race to awaken in Azeroth, these shadowy, immortal beings were the first to study magic and let it loose throughout. Then there are the humans, which are a lot like us because, they're humans. Except they can use magic through mana. In fact, All the races of Azeroth can use it. Anyway, then there are the gnomes and dwarves, two similar races of smaller beings. After that, There are the Draenei. These are creatures that are bluish or purplish, and have hooves. They are not from Azeroth. She says the women are beautiful... I can tell of a jealous tone in her voice." At this, Zack laughed lightly, provoking a soft punch from Olevia. Faking offense, a smirk was present on her face.

"Well, what about the Horde then?" Hodgins asked. He seemed to possess an interest in these different races of Azeroth.

"The first race of the horde are the Orcs. They are the Horde equivalent to humans. The savage, green-skinned Orcs are one of the most prolific races of Azeroth. They are commonly believed to be brutal and mindless, possessing no humanity or empathy for other races. Born on the hellish world of Draenor, the Orcs were brought into the kingdom of Stormwind through the dimensional gateway known as the Dark Portal and forced to wage war on the Humans. The Orcs once cultivated a noble, Shamanistic society on the world of Draenor. Tragically, the proud Orc clans were corrupted by the Burning Legion and used as pawns in the Legion's invasion of Azeroth. The Orcs managed to rebel, however, and they were ultimately able to help turn the tide against their demon masters. They are led by the young Warchief, Thrall." Zach paused for a minute, kind of out of breath.

He continued once again, "Then there are the vicious Jungle Trolls, who are renowned for their cruelty and dark mysticism. Barbarous and superstitious, the wily Trolls carry a seething hatred for all other races. One tribe, however, was forced to overcome its prejudices when it encountered the Orc Warchief, Thrall, and his mighty Horde. The Trolls of the Darkspear tribe, long since exiled from their ancestral lands in Stranglethorn Vale, Thrall and the Horde managed to save them from murlocs. In return the grateful Trolls swore an oath of eternal allegiance to the Horde. Cunning Shadow Hunter—Vol'jin leads them—the Darkspear Trolls now make their home in Durotar along with their Orcish allies. Their village, named after their fallen tribal elder, Sen'jin, lies along the eastern coast of the harsh, rocky land. The Darkspear tribe also occupies tracts within the nearby jungles of the Echo Isles. As part of the Horde, the Trolls have extended their loyalty to the mighty Tauren, but they have little trust for the manipulative Forsaken, whom they believe will visit only misery and strife upon their allies."

"The Tauren are huge, bestial creatures who live in the grassy, open barrens of central Kalimdor. They live to serve nature and maintain the balance between the wild things of the land and the restless spirit of the elements. Despite their enormous size and brute strength, the remarkably peaceful Tauren cultivate a quiet, tribal society. However, when roused by conflict, Tauren are implacable enemies who will use every ounce of their strength to smash their enemies under hoof. Under the leadership of their ancient chief, Cairne Bloodhoof, the Tauren allied themselves with the Orcs during the invasion of the Burning Legion. The two races have remained steadfast allies ever since."

"The Undead, known as the Forsaken, is dedicated to serving their leader, the banshee queen Sylvanas Windrunner (who used to be a High Elf). These dark warriors have established a secret stronghold beneath the ruins of Lordaeron's former capital city. Situated deep beneath the cursed Tirisfal Glades, the labyrinthine Undercity is a sprawling bastion of evil. Within its shadowy confines, Sylvanas' royal apothecaries scramble to develop a devastating new plague - one which will not only eradicate their hated Scourge rivals, but the rest of humanity as well. The Forsaken have entered into an alliance of convenience with the primitive, brutish races of the Horde. Holding no real loyalty for their newfound comrades, the Forsaken have duped them into fighting against their common enemy - the Lich King. Only time will tell how these disciples of doom will fare in their mission of vengeance."

Zack once again paused to catch his breath. Most of his coworkers looked to be interested, but Booth was showing some of his patented 'get to the point' looks. I guess that wasn't the time for a history lesson. Olevia wished she could take over for him in telling the story of her world, but she knew that if she told them about it, it would take them ten times longer to grasp the concept. The weariness was apparent in his face, probably more affected by the head injury than she first thought. She laid a comforting hand on her new found sweet's shoulder, gazing into his wholesome brown eyes with her own intoxicating green orbs. Zack looked back into her eyes, whole fully thankful for the support of the beautiful elf's touch. He was only slightly intimidated by her height, unless she was angry. Even when defending him, Olevia made him almost as terrified as the rest of his friends.

He once again continued his tirade of information, "The final race of the Horde is the Sin'dorei, or Blood elves as they are called by most of the races. For nearly seven thousand years, the high elves cultivated a shining magical kingdom deep within the forests of northern Lordaeron. But five years ago, the undead Scourge invaded Quel'Thalas and drove the elves to the brink of extinction. Led by the evil death knight Arthas, the Scourge destroyed the mystical Sunwell, thereby severing the elves from the source of their arcane power. Though the scars of that conflict are evident, the remaining elves have banded together and retaken much of their homeland. Calling themselves "blood elves", these grim survivors are committed to regaining the vast powers they once commanded. Inspired by the leadership of their beloved prince, Kael'thas Sunstrider, the blood elves now seek out new sources of arcane magic and the means of defending their land against the undying horrors of the Scourge. Olevia belongs to this particular race of Azeroth." Zack finally finished.

"OK, but what was with the excruciating bright light and the healing ability. I know it's magic, but is there a name for it?" Booth asked Zack, nodding toward where Olevia was still kneeling next to the squint.

"She is one of the noble Paladin class. When the Blood elves become of age, they can choose a class to study under, so as to serve their people. They have a choice of the Paladin, Mage—or magicians as they are also called—Hunter, Warlock, Priest, or rogue. Priests have similar abilities to the Paladin, except the Paladin is all about damage and protection, whereas the Priest is all about healing—or on the opposite spectrum—the infliction of pain." Zack answered. He really felt like an encyclopedia today. If someone had told him that this was going to happen to him today, he might as well have laughed very rudely in their face.

"All right, now that the history lesson from the squint is over, I want to know how she got here in the first place." Booth asked him, coming to the root of the matter.

Zack sighed, all of a sudden feeling very tired. Sensing his discomfort, Olevia brought herself behind Zack and sat on the floor with her back supported by a rail. She pulled him into her lap—much to the embarrassment of Zack and the shock of the rest of the team—and allowed him to rest his head on her chest plate armor. Of which was surprisingly comforting to the squint. Of course he would have turned very bright red at the realization that the reason for the comfort was that his head was resting partially on her armored breasts.

"This is the part I am not quite clear on, for reasons being that she is not exactly understanding in the matter either," He led forward in his explanation, allowing his eyes to close slightly in bliss; "What I think Olevia was trying to tell me was that she came here by way of a summoning. At least that is her theory."

"Summoning?!" Hodgins exclaimed, a little shocked at this whole 'magic' concept. "Well who summoned her?" Booth looked around, slightly guilty.

"I think I did," Booth admitted, scratching the back of his head, "When I said the word 'Paladin'"

Zack looked a little panicked, hoping that the summoning didn't work in the opposite way. He had just found her dammit, he didn't want to let go of her now. Olevia looked at his face in concern, and gave him a gentle hug in order to comfort him. Feeling the gesture, Zack leaned back into her embrace, truly thankful once again for her loving ministrations. He warmed in the glow from her body heat, feeling his eyes droop. Before Olevia knew it, he was fast asleep in her arms. She turned to Booth, whom she knew was the leader of them. He locked eyes with her. She mimed the action of sleeping, asking where she could put Zack down for a nap.

Angela, noticing the exchange, went up to the elf.

"This way, sweetie." She said, gesturing towards her office in the Jeffersonian. The elf, catching the gist of what Angela was trying to say, picked Zack up bridal style and followed the artist into her office. She put the exhausted male on a couch that Angela gestured to. Olevia smiled at his peaceful expression, and put her hand on his cheek. She leaned down, brushing a light kiss on his forehead.

"Al Diel Shala.... Ronae."

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Thalassian Dictionary:

Sin'dorei: Blood Elf

Bal'a dash: Greetings

Doral ana'diel: How fare you?

Sinu a'manore: Well met

Anar'alah belore: By the light of the sun

Sinu: Well

Malanore: traveler

Al Diel: Safe

Al Diel Shala: Safe travels

Ronae: Peaceful

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So, how is the first chappie of this ongoing story? I wanna know what you think. I may update this chapter a tad, depending on any mistakes I find.

This will go on for at least another chapter, but I don't think this is going to be an incredibly long story. Then again, who knows?

5/29/09: I may update with another chapter tonight, but I can't count on it.

Hope you enjoyed!

~Ryn

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