Honestly, I never thought I would ever use this account to publish fic. But here's a 200 word drabble to burst that fic-writing cherry! LOL. Enjoy!
It was a dark evening mid-November. The cool autumn breeze softly caressed the cheeks of everyone who had gathered at the Founding Fathers. Today, Booth celebrated his 39th birthday. Another year passed with unspoken words.
The gang had since left, taking their cheerful laughter with them. Outside sat Booth and Brennan on the sidewalk bench, searching for words to break the awkward silence that had manifested itself between them.
Booth cleared his throat.
"Did you have a good time?"
"Yes, I did."
She didn't get him a gift. But he understood. He'd assumed something about birthdays being nothing special, and that she didn't need materialistic objects to show someone she cares.
But does she?
Brennan's voice brought him out of his train of thought.
"Um…here. I got you something."
She presented him with a small, neatly wrapped rectangular box.
Booth removed the lid. Inside laid a brand new Paper Mate Pink Pearl eraser.
"Oh, gee, Bones. Er, thanks. But what's it for?"
"For your line, Booth. To erase it."