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Bones
Temperance Brennan is a woman of science and facts, wisdom and proof. She believes in what she can feel, what is physically in front of her. When people talk of love and feelings, she scoffs and states, correctly of course, that what people most often mistake for love, is in fact, a chemical reaction in the brain, resulting in a feeling of euphoria. She does, however, believe that you can care for someone as much, if not more than yourself. Quite recently she was having trouble deciding if her partner and friend, Seely Booth, was becoming one of the select few that fell into this category in her life.
At the moment she was standing on the steps of the Jeffersonian, watching Booth talk to his son Parker.
"You being good for your mom buddy?"
Parker was one of the few children that Bones was not "put off" by. She had no doubt he was behaving adequately.
"I know you are, but the secret society of parenthood requires me to ask these things..."
A secret society? Oh, right. Booth was using sarcasm mixed with a hyperbole of sorts. He really did confuse her sometimes.
"I miss you too Parker."
Booth softened while stating this, Bones could see the sincerity of the statement on his face.
"We are going to have the most amazing Christmas ever Park, I can't wait until you see all things I have planned for you."
Temperance was getting cold, the December air was frigid, and as Booth was driving her home, she had to wait outside for him. She would feel remorse for interrupting what little time Booth got to talk to his son if she voiced her petty complaint, so she suffered silently.
"Bed time? Well mom's word is law. I love you bud, see you soon."
Love was a word Booth tossed around idely, yet when he said it, Bones could almost admit it existed. At least she believed that if anything was to be labeled as "love" Booth felt it for Parker. This made her feel almost... lonely, although she did not understand why.
"I trust Parker is in good health?" She asked Booth after he had shut his phone and turned toward her.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. He's great. Looking forward to Christmas. Come on Bones, you look like you were trying to hike up a mountain then got covered in ice so your remains were perfectly preserved. If you don't get what that means, I'm saying you look cold."
Bones laughed at his reference to their latest case. The victim was hiking to his village when an enemy struck him in the skull with an ice pick. The remains were century's old. Booth led her to his car with one hand on the small of her back. It was a simple gesture that represented how far they had come.
"So Bones, what do you have planned for the holidays?"
"Plenty, I have files that need organizing, messages to be sorted, and a lack of sleep to catch up on." She stated this almost defensively, as she knew Booth would argue she was spending her holiday incorrectly, but the truth was she had nothing else to do.
Instead of what she had expected though, Booth was silent for a moment and studied her face. She tried very hard to conceal her emotions. They only ever caused problems.
"Bones this may be... bold. But I don't think it is, because were friends right?" He waited for her to nod, and when she did he continued, "Come spend Christmas with me and Park. We are going to spend it up in a house in northern Washington State."
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