Something To Make Him Different, a Bones FanFic
Something to Make Him Different, a Bones FanFic
A/N: Totally random story that came to me in a dream… Cliché I know, but that's the way it happened. And yes, I realize that it is quite sad that I dream about 'Bones'. If it were ever to be cancelled, I would probably be in need of some kind of psychiatric help. So let's hope, pray or beg the Fox Execs to NEVER let that happen. :D
Disclaimer: 'Bones' is the copy-righted work of its writers, producers and Fox. Seeing as I am none of those, I do not own 'Bones'. No copy-right infringement intended.
"So when exactly were you planning on telling me about this?"
"I was going to leave you a note; I can be very articulate on paper. Get your hands off the table."
"Sorry, Bones, but you tell me that you're going to London, that you don't know when you'll be back and that you're leaving in the next twelve hours, that is grounds for me not being able to stand without support, say, your precious examination table."
"Booth, you are a fit man. If you can't stand on your own, it could be a sign of a serious medical condition. You should see your doctor."
"What? Bones, Bones, look at me!" She was running away from him. Microscope was her excuse; Escape was her intent. "Tell me, in very, very, simple terms why you are leaving."
She gave him an incredulous look. "Everyone else leaves," she hissed. "Why shouldn't I?"
His eyes instantly softened. "Bones, I won't leave." She simply turned away from him and descended the steps of the lab's platform. "Bones, I won't leave!" He was yelling now.
"Prove it!" She turned to face him, as he too descended the steps. "Prove it, Booth. Say something to make you different from all the others." She stood with her hands on her hips, watching him think. After a few moments he was still silent. She scoffed. "That's what I thought." With that she turned and began to walk towards her office.
A thought dawned on him. "Marry me!" He yelled. The entire lab took notice.
"What?" She turned again. "What did you just say?"
"Marry me." He stepped towards her, and took her arms in his hands. "Marry me. I would be by your side forever anyways, but this way, you'll have a legal document and a wedding ring to prove it."
She looked away from his face. Rationally, she knew he was right. She knew he would never leave her. Logically, it made sense. This would make him legally tied to her. But, she knew she couldn't marry him. At least she thought she did. It was all very confusing. "But, we don't even know if we're sexually compatible."
"Oh my god, Sweetie, you're compatible on everything else. Why would that be any different?" Angela and Hodgins were watching the conversation like a tennis match.
Booth started laughing, "See? Even your best friend thinks you should marry me."
"This isn't funny Booth! We've never even been out on a date."
"Oh, you've got to admit, it's a little funny! Your best excuse for not marrying me is that you don't know if I'm good in bed. Which I am, by the way, or so I've been told."
"Well, we'll have to prove or disprove that. My flight leaves at 10, tonight. It is currently," she looked at her watch. "It's 11:30 am right now. That gives us about 7 hours."
"To do what?" Booth was thoroughly confused.
"To see if we're sexually compatible." Brennan thought it was perfectly clear. Angela thought it was hilarious. Booth thought he was imagining things.
"What're we going to go on a 'test-run' or something?" he asked sarcastically.
"I suppose you could call it that. We should go to your place; my bed is packed and ready to be shipped to London." She started walking to the exit. "Are you coming, or what?"
Booth really didn't know what else to do. So he followed her.
Angela and Hodgins, having already figured out their level of sexual compatibility, looked at each other, smiled and nearly fell to the floor laughing.
A/N: My addiction to the semi-colon is absolute; sorry if it bugs you! This is where I woke up, thus ending the dream inspired part of this fic. BTW: I had waaaaaaaaaay too much fun writing this.