In Another Life
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Bones. Maybe I wouldn't be a broke college student then.
Summary: BoothxBrennan JackxAngela Maybe Booth and Brennan will get together in this lifetime…
Chapter One
Maybe in another life we would be together. The attraction is there, I can feel it almost everyday. I can tell by the way he looks at me. People believe that I'm…naïve when it comes to matters of a social or personal matter. I'm not stupid. I can see things. I could see what was happening between Angela and Jack. They made it so painfully obvious. I know what he feels for me. I've felt it, literally and figuratively speaking.
The sad thing is that it can never happen.
We're partners. I can't let things between Booth and I get so complicated. If things didn't work out between us, it would be so awkward and messy. I wish people would understand that. I wish Angela would stop dropping little hints to me. I wish people would give me some credit, beyond the work.
Dr. Temperance Brennan stared at what she had just typed on her computer, her eyes wide with shock glimmering within the orbs. She fumbled with her keyboard, pressing ctrl-a and then hitting the delete button. Her breathing had become labored and she pressed her hands to the top of her desk, pushing herself up into a standing position. I didn't just type that. There's no way I just typed that…she looked back at her computer, the screen blank and the cursor blinking obnoxiously. She stepped toward the keyboard and pressed ctrl-z. What she had deleted earlier popped back up and she skimmed what her fingers had typed. I did type that…I really did…
Temperance stood up straight and turned her back to her computer. What do I do now?
"You look like you're thinking hard," Angela Montenegro commented as she walked over to FBI agent Seeley Booth.
Booth was reclined in a chair, hands behind his head and his gaze toward the ceiling. Indeed, he did appear to be thinking hard. A sigh escaped his lips and he sat up straight, resting his hands on the black dress pants he was wearing. "I was just thinking about what's happened lately, with Bones and Hodgins," Booth noticed Angela tense and shift her body weight around. "And about that kiss I saw you plant on Hodgins."
A blush crept into the artist's cheeks as she averted her gaze from the agent's deep brown eyes. "I was just happy to see him alive," she replied sheepishly.
"Aw, c'mon Angela. You have the hots for Hodgins. We all know." He laughed softly as her eyes widened. "Don't even try to be innocent."
Angela sighed and sat down in the chair across from Booth. "Yes. I like Hodgins. A lot." A small, mischievous smirk flickered across her lips as she leaned back in the chair and crossed her arms over her chest. "I know, Booth."
A confused expression fell across Booth's face. "Know what?"
Angela leaned over and whispered, "That you have the hots for Brennan. It's okay. We all know," she emphasized with a grin, standing up and walking away.
Booth sat there stunned and then stood up quickly. "I do not have the hots for Bones!" He yelled out.
"Do too!" Three voices replied, followed by laughter.
Booth sat back down with a pout on his face. "Squints…" he muttered under his breath.
A/N: You guys are definitely going to have to bear with me on this one. It's been so long since I've written something. I definitely LOVE feedback, so gimme gimme gimme! Oh...yeah, please?