This is a very short opening teaser to a new story I want to work on off and on as the season progresses just for fun. I should have a couple of more chapters added to this one by the time the new season begins. I am also working on new chapters for Pregnant?, so that story will be progressing as well. I hope you enjoy this opening scene.
Disclaimer: I don't own, or profit from, these characters or franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
"Bones!" came the bellowing shout of one Seeley Booth as he came out of the bedroom into the large open space living are of Bones' apartment. Well, okay, it wastheirapartment, but after what just happened he was seriously doubting the our implied in the word their.
Bones looked up from her cup of tea and barely kept from gasping in surprise. Booth looked positively pale. "Booth!" she said as she jumped up and began moving towards him.
He held up his hand. "Bones, we are going to have to find a new place to live with his and her bathrooms!" he said firmly. "This one master bathroom crap is not going to work."
Bones got close and then wrinkled her nose. "Did you just vomit?" she asked.
"For the last five minutes I've been hurling everything I've ate in the last week!" he said a bit peevishly.
"Are you ill?" she questioned, though she would be surprised if he was since he was very well this morning when she woke him up for a little morning intercourse. She reminded herself not to say intercourse out loud of course.
"No," he said with infinite patience. "Now Bones, I've been fair. I am crammed into about one-fifth of the closet and drawer space, and I haven't argued at all, despite the fact that my suits are all mussed and need ironing when I pull one out. But we need a bigger place after what just happened."
"What happened?" she asked curiously. He rarely got this worked up unless they were bantering and she deliberately goaded him.
"All I have in the bathroom outside of a bar of soap and bottle of shampoo in the shower, is a tube of toothpaste, a toothbrush, one bottle of hair gel, a can of shaving cream, a razor, and a comb," he told her. "It fits all nice and neat in one tiny corner of the medicine cabinet surrounded by all your girly floo floo. I can live with that. What I can't live with is when this is in the spot where my toothpaste normally is and I get a mouthful of it instead of minty freshness!"
Bones' eyes widened in shock, and she had to hold back her amusement, when she saw him thrust a tube of Vagisil out to her. She nodded her head.
"I'll begin looking for houses we can look at this weekend," she told him.
"Good," he said, and with as much dignity as he could muster went back to the bedroom to begin getting that days suit out to get ready for work.
When he had left the room and the bedroom door had been shut Bones began laughing. This was going to be a good story to tell Angela. Her best friend would get a real kick out of it. She went back to reading the newspaper and sipping her tea.
A/N: So there's the teaser. I hope you all enjoyed it. The specific problem Booth had that morning actually happened to a friend of mine when he first moved in with his fiance, so this has a tad bit of reality in it. Gregg.