Hello! This is an idea for a fan fiction that I came up with about 10 minutes ago. So, yeah.
Disclaimer : I do not own Bones. Or Booth. Or anything here. Only the plot.
September 16th, 1991
Temperance Brennan sat quietly in a booth at The Royal Diner. Her blue eyes were entirely focused on the thick book in her hands. Jane Eyre. Her nose was wrinkled in distaste as she read, making her feelings about the book clear.
"Miss?" A voice interrupted her reading. Temperance looked up to see a waitress, giving her a slightly impatient look. "Miss, you have to order something if you plan on staying here." The waitress continued.
Temperance glanced at the specials board quickly. She saw nothing that appealed to her, and simply ordered a plate of fries.
When the waitress had gone, Temperance counted the money she had in her pocket. Ten dollars. She let out a sigh of relief. She hadn't been sure if she could afford the fries.
At 16, Temperance was in her third foster home. The year before she'd watched her brother, Russ, leave her behind and never come back. Since his shocking departure, Temperance had isolated herself, keeping a distance between her foster families and herself. Instead, she threw herself into her school work, studying sciences rigorously. She'd found her interest in anthropology. Her cold disposition often seemed to be the cause of her being sent back into foster care.
She looked and her novel, again wrinkling her nose. The forbidden love story between Mr. Rochester and Jane was driving her insane. To her, both seemed incredibly irrational and were being played by the chemicals spiking lust. True love didn't exist, of course.
"Excuse me?" A male voice interrupted her thoughts. Irradiated at being bothered for the second time in a row, Temperance looked up.
The boy before her was well built, more a man than a boy. He had a slightly cocky air about him that she found annoying. He was casually dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. "Can I sit here?" He asked her, smiling coyly.
She looked at him, confused. "Why?"
He seemed surprised at her answer. "Because I'd like to have something to eat."
The man's answer did nothing to clear Temperance's confusion. "Traditionally, people sit in their own booths when they come to a restaurant."
The man shrugged and sat down without invitation. "This isn't a restaurant, it's a diner."
"That is very specific, but the same customs apply." Temperance answered, her voice clipped.
The man shrugged again, irritating Temperance. She stood, collecting her book. "If you want something to eat, you can have those fries." With that she left.
Behind her, the man stood. "Wait!" He called. Temperance paused at the door, looking at back at him. "What's your name?"
"Temperance Brennan." Temperance answered. "Why?"
"Traditionally," The man said, grinning smartly, "people introduce themselves when they meet new people. I'm Seeley Booth."
Temperance nodded once before continuing on her way.
Seeley munched on one fry, left by Temperance. Temperance, he thought again. The name suited her well. Then he froze, realizing he would pay for the plate of fries.
Do I continue? Review, pretty please!
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