Well, everyone should know my deep love for the Claddagh rings (an Irish type of symbol with a beautiful story behind it), and that was my inspiration for this three-shot fiction. The symbol represents the aspects of Friendship, Loyalty and Love. I hope you all enjoy the way I see this aspects entwined in their lifes.
Pairing: Booth/Bones
Timeline: Season 2
Rating: K
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, they belong to Fox. I do own a Claddagh though :P
Two hands are there for friendship
Now that he stood in her barely lit living room after a long day, his eyes wondered around the room. There was a single pile of paper in the table and, as driven by instinct, his hand came to take hold of a single piece of paper; the words he read beneath it made his heart swam in a deep pool of pleasure and took his breath away.
"To my partner and friend, Special Agent Seeley Booth"
They say that everything starts with a friendship. But they didn't. At first they were like oil and water, never to be put in the same bowl for they wouldn't mix by any rate.
It all started roughly, way too hard for their own good.
A scientist and an Agent had been forced to work together. That was bound not to work in the first place, both had thought in the exact moment their eyes met for the first time.
She held that superior, intellectual air of hers and a blue gaze, gelid with indifference. Her head would always rose up in challenge towards him. In response, he would insufflate his chest with bold masculinity, a wide childish grin in his face, arms crossed accepting her challenge.
She drove him mad to the point of standing in the end of the abyss and desperately wanting to make a big step forward into the unknown. Always throwing at him meticulous words as if they were ambrosia, divine and beyond questioning. Utterly scientific dogmas that, of course, to him, didn't hold any meaning.
He would do the same with her, wearing his alpha male tendencies with a proud smile in his features, laughing sarcastically at one or another of her sayings, making fun of her awkward experiences in the social world of living beings. Pushing her, irrationality, off the edge whenever possible, even just by using an infamous nickname.
Somehow, during the years of their forced partnership, something changed. They no longer worked side by side just because they needed to. They worked together because they wanted to. Little by little, they became closer. He was a good listener when she needed to talk. When he spoke, of his horrid past, she would not express words; instead her hand would tighten around his arm, for actions spoke more than any words ever could.
Once in a while his hands would found a way over her body. A touch she neither welcomed before nor swooned now. But lately, she found herself eagerly expecting his hands, more frequently than she wanted to admit.
He had strong ones, she felt them whenever they lingered in her lower back, warm and caring, guiding her unsure steps in the outside world, they reached for her figure when the weight of the world was too much on her shoulders, they embraced her, sharing a little of the burden.
Over time her own hands learned the other way around, when her life would collapse in biblical proportions she stretched her arms and he would be there to welcome the embrace, tears and sobs.
Coming to his senses in this unique place in her living room, facing the neat pile of her manuscript, Special Agent Seeley Booth finally realized the whole immensity of their partnership and the singular, most precious meaning of the moments they spend with each other – true friendship.
And he smiled.
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