Hey everyone! I know I'm new on the Bones scene, but here's something I wanna try out. I've done this for Pirates of the Caribbean and decided that it could work with Bones 'cause we have another enigmatic character (namely Bones) to work on. It's a series of little drabble-like one shots describing stuff that makes Brennan uniquely Bones, in other words, her Odd Habits. Because the Pirates thing was called 'Odd Habits' I'll be titling these by individual chapter names, and writing under the summary that this fic belongs to the Odd Habits series. They work okay as stand-alones but it's intended to be read in a series. So, yeah. Enjoy!
Milk
Bones drank an ungodly amount of milk. It was vaguely sickening—how she consumed so much of the crap. And she, uncharacteristically, never explained why.
When he first met her, it used to be the only thing he ever saw her eat, and he thought it was co-incidence until he realised that it was pretty much the only thing she ever ate. She never took time off to go for lunch, never took time off for dinner. He knew she had breakfast because she believed it was the most important meal of the day, and Bones was anything but hypocritical, but he didn't know what she had.
It occurred to him that Bones wasn't the dieting type, and generally speaking, at the risk of incurring the wrath of all the squints in the world, sitting in a lab on a bench all day did little for the body except making one fat. Bones was not, under any circumstances, fat.
He concluded, (hey, this logic thing wasn't all that bad…) that Bones unintentionally did not eat enough. (Now he knew the squints were rubbing off on him)
So he started bringing her food. Whenever he went to the Jeffersonian, he brought Thai, or Chinese, or Italian or whatever it was he could get along the way. And a good thing too, she liked Thai food. But she still drank galleons of milk.
So one day he asked Angela why.
She scrutinized him, and replied cautiously.
"You know Bren thinks that bones are the most important part of the body. You also know she's a foster kid. Many of her families had it bad enough before they took her on, some only interested in the money they got in return. She never really got a chance to drink milk, you know. And it's her worst nightmare, at least, it was, that she would die of osteoporosis, and you know that she's anything but Hypocritical. If she can't take care of her bones, what right does she have to take care of others' bones? She's terrified because the development of bones is most vital during the teenage years, and that was her so-called dry period, so she compensates, or hopes to, anyway."
The skies had cleared and he understood. Bones was scared of something. This he could understand and even if he could do nothing to alleviate her fears, the least he could do was drink the accursed stuff with her. Just for company.
Well, didn't turn out the way I thought it would—I personally thought there was too much of Booth, but I'm okay with that. I mean, what's Bones without Booth, right? xD
R&R!!!
Love,
Lady Merlin
