My first BoothBrennan Fic. Implied fluff, but nothing obvious. I own naught. Oneshot. :D
He didn't really know how it had happened but now he was sitting beside her on her couch, eating trash food and watching her some B rated horror romance thriller hybrid thing. Zombies were uprooting themselves and hurling ketchup chunks at the cliché hero and scantily clad, rather, unclad heroine as they escaped gruesome aliens intent on the destruction of the human race, all the while wittily battling evil government agents in twelve hundred dollar suits from Armani. Somehow with their unique perspective (her a forensic anthropologist and him an FBI agent) it turned into a comedy funnier than anything ever seen before.
It felt good.
The movie ended with a scene almost exactly photocopied from Baywatch, in which the hero was—there's no other word for it—heroically running away into the sunset to an almost certain death (Bones said the colour of the sky was only possible in the Canadian Rockies, and was obviously photo-shopped into the New York skyline), but not before leaving a note to his (still scantily clad) lover in immaculate Latin ending with a famous line from somewhere—"Take care of my heart, it's yours now". Upon hearing this, Bones burst out laughing.
Her laugh was contagious but he had no clue why she was laughing.
"What?" he asked, "give the guy a break—he's trying," he said, kind of embarrassed that lines which he himself had used, at some point in time, was so hilarious.
"It's ridiculous, Booth, you can't part with your heart…"
He felt an invisible kick, straight from his brain to his heart, "he meant it figuratively," he attempted to explain.
"Yeah, right. Even then, it makes no sense…"
"It does so," he said as she shot him a challenging look. "It means that she is his life and he loves her and always will. She is his heart," he finished, not entirely sure if he was making sense. She clarified for him.
"That makes no semblance of sense."
"Aw come on Bones. Have a little romance. It's supposed to be sweet, and even if we don't feel it, we get it, right?" he tried to explain.
She rolled her eyes, and said as if explaining to someone with the intellectual quotient of a two year old.
"You cannot give your heart way, neither literally nor metaphorically. It is not that easy to commit yourself to another person for your whole life. You can never give your heart away—there's always a chance it will go so horribly wrong. You cannot take that risk. It's not so easy." She stood up to get them another beer.
He sat there, and thought, If only that was true.
I realise it didn't come out the way it was in my head, but it rarely ever does, so, hey, what the heck, right?
R&R!!!
Love,
Lady Merlin
