Okay, this is the first part of a four part series. This is a series based around the poem by Edgar Allen Poe, "The Bells." It's one of my favorites and is filled with a lot of onamonapia (I don't know how to spell that and Word doesn't recognize it). It's kind of just like a background tone to the story.
Let me know what ya think!
PART I
"Bren, Sweetie, it's straight," said Angela for the fifth time in the past two minutes.
"Are you sure? It looks a little crooked." She stood in front of the mirror, tilting her head and stepping forward and back trying to assess the situation.
Angela stepped before her best friend and placed her hands on her arms. "Bren, Sweetie. Wow, I'm not going to be able to call you that soon." She shook her head. "Look everything is set up perfectly. It's going to be a great wedding. Your dress is beautiful. Your veil is straight and Booth looks hot. Just take a deep breath and enjoy your day."
Brennan smiled and returned. "Okay, thanks Ange."
"No problem." She gave her a kiss on the cheek and left the room.
Brennan looked back at her reflection, looking at her self. She noticed the smile and realized that was it was the first true smile she had on in a long time. It was starting to enjoy it.
She sat on the ottoman while she waited for the signal. Her thoughts were on him and their relationship over the past year. She remembered the day that changed their lives forever…
…
It was the hottest day that summer and most sane people were inside in the safety of air conditioning. Brennan sat in her office stripped down to the very thin tank top and a pair of capris that showed off the toned calves. Beside her sat a cool Slurpee that was quickly melting despite being in the coolness of the lab.
She was reading an article written by an anthropologist at Harvard when there was a sudden alarm from the platform. Brennan immediately got up and like everyone else, went to see what the ruckus was. There, standing in only a pair of shiny red shorts and his running shoes was Special Agent Seeley Booth. Sweat dripped down his body and his hair was matted down from it.
"Booth, what the hell are you doing?"
"Bones! I need to talk to you," he said in between deep labored breaths.
"Okay, where's your card?"
"I left it at home. I was out jogging and I thought about something and I really, really wanted to tell you."
Brennan shook her head and walked up on the platform. She grabbed his wrist and looked at a clock as she counted his heartbeats. "Bones, don't you want to know what I wanted to tell you?"
"Booth your heart rate is too high." Still holding his wrist she dragged him to her office and made him sit on the couch despite his protests that he was sweaty. Immediately she handed him a bottle of water and turned her desk fan towards him. He downed the bottle of water in one sip and Brennan handed him another.
"You're an idiot for going running outside when it's over a hundred degrees out."
"Yes but I really needed to tell you something. And if I ran back home, showered and then drove over here, I wouldn't have the adrenaline to say what I came here to say."
"Yeah, and what's that?" she asked as she looked over him again. His hand came up to cup her face and his features seemed to tone down.
"I want you and me to go out on a date together. No work, no cell phones, nothing. Just us together for one night."
She looked at him for a moment. "Why? What else would we have to talk about other than work?"
"Our lives. What we hoped for as children and how it compares to now. The weather maybe. Or even the nasty sunburn that I'm going to have tomorrow."
She laughed. "Where is your shirt?"
"I started with one, but threw it off somewhere down the street because it was soaking up the sweat and slowing me down."
"Hmm thanks for the lovely picture."
He smiled. "You're welcome. So what do you say? Dinner tomorrow?"
She thought about it for a moment and figured that it couldn't hurt too much. "I guess so." Booth just smiled.
"Great, now do you think that I can get another bottle of water and the keys to your car. I really need to shower…"
…
Brennan laughed as she recalled how he asked her out. Little did she know was that Booth was right, that they did have a lot to talk about that didn't have to do with work. Now two years later, they were ready to get married, in a church, with over a hundred people watching. Angela and Booth's mother turned out to be really great wedding planners and helped plan everything that had to do with the wedding, taking another weight off her shoulder. Just then, Parker appeared at the door.
"You look pretty Tempe," he said as she stood.
"Thank you Parker. You look mighty handsome today."
"Thank you. Your daddy sent me here to tell you that we're ready for you."
…
The reception hall was hot, filled with many dancing bodies fueled by alcohol. Brennan had danced more in the past hours than she had in her entire life. It was nearing eleven o'clock and Brennan was getting tired. She headed outside, hoping to catch a breath of fresh air. She sat on ledge of the patio, staring towards the city.
The door opened behind her and she saw Booth come outside. His hands were in his pockets and he came over to sit next to Brennan.
"How are you doing?" he asked.
"A little tired," she said, her eyes not leaving the view.
"It's okay, once we get to honeymoon you can relax for a week straight. I won't even wake you up to eat."
"Aw thanks, I appreciate it." His hand reached over to grip hers and he moved to stand behind her. With his arms securely around her and his chin on her shoulder, she felt like there was no better place to be.
In the distance, church bells rang and Brennan felt as content as she ever had in her entire life.