So, due to major writer's block, I requested a challenge from my friend, lostladyknight, and she gave me a heck of a challenge. But, I persevered, and this is what resulted. I don't exactly remember the terms, but I know I met them (at least mostly). So, as you know, I don't own a thing. Enjoy!
"Booth, I told you that you didn't have to get me anything. Christmas is just a commercial misrepresentation of a holiday to celebrate the birth of a man who may or may not have been the Son of God. I see no point in celebrating it, since I don't believe in God."
Rolling his eyes to glare at the Man in question, he shook his head at the argument from his partner. He sighed deeply in exasperation and pushed the box back across the table for the umpteenth time since he had placed it there in the first place, utterly sick of the game of tennis they had started with his gift to her. "I celebrate it, and I wanted to give you something. Just... open it, please?"
"Fine, but just to be clear, you didn't win this argument. I just don't want to be here all night arguing."
"Whatever, Bones. Just open it."
He watched intently as she carefully tore back one of the flaps of the silver paper that enveloped a long, slender box. Slowly, she revealed the silver container beneath, which was devoid of any brand name or logo. She looked at him questioningly before pulling off the lid. A small smile lifted the corners of her mouth, and he mentally patted himself on the back.
"Parker got into a bracelet making phase a couple weeks ago." Booth winced at how he had first reacted, his macho side having been so predominant. Thankfully, he had gotten over it, but not without a serious discussion with Sweets (if such a thing existed) that he was forced into by Angela. "He made this one for you, and he asked me to give it to you, since it's his mom's year to have him for Christmas. And, y'know, he thought you should get it on Christmas, instead of a week later or something."
She pulled the string of beads from the box, and he watched as she analyzed them closer, her eyes squinting to focus. "They're little bones," she murmured, her eyes reopening fully to meet Booth's gaze.
"Yeah."
"I love it," she stated simply, her voice hardly above a whisper. He grinned as she slipped it onto her wrist, the string stretching to accommodate for space as it traveled over her hand. After a few more seconds of gazing at her wrist, she looked back to him, her face set in a stone cold glare. "I still think this holiday is pointless, though."
-Fin-