This is my first attempt at a Bones fic (I normally write for Lost), based on an idea I had while watching Boy in the Time Capsule and Player Under Pressure: what if Booth and Brennan had met back in high school when he was a jock? I've kept their back stories the same, so Brennan's past will come into it in future chapters. The only difference is that I shortened the age difference to two years instead of five for reasons that will become obviously later.
It's just a short chapter for now, setting up, but if people are interested, they'll probably get longer. Oh and I'm rating it T for sexual references because as we all know, Brennan has a knack for saying shockingly inappropriate things... ;)
Chapter 1.
It was Temperance Brennan's first day at her new school, and so far, it didn't seem to be going any better than the last one… Not that she expected to stay any longer this time.
She was light years ahead in all of her classes – except gym, which, as far as she was concerned, didn't really count – an accomplishment that left her feeling bored and restless and ultimately unfulfilled.
There was always socialising, she supposed, which seemed to work for her classmates, but that was probably futile when the other seniors had already singled her out as a freak because all of the teachers liked her, and she'd only just turned sixteen.
That was why, when all of the table in the cafeteria were taken, she made a beeline for the football field instead, where she'd managed to make a nice little nest for herself under the bleachers.
There she could read while she finished her lunch without being disturbed… At least that was the idea.
She couldn't have been there for more than ten minutes when a giggle pierced the peaceful stillness, and a couple staggered in – the boy dark haired and built like a linebacker; the girl a tall bottle blonde with the kinds of curves that she could only dream about – groping at anything they could reach as they struggled to get each other out of their clothes.
She froze when the girl removed her shirt, and flung it to the dirt beside her, revealing a lacy black bra, wondering if she could slip out without them noticing when they were blocking the exit.
She closed her book, opening it again as a surge of anger coursed through her. She was tired of guys like him thinking that they owned the campus. She was there first. If her presence made them uncomfortable then they should be the ones to leave.
She rolled her eyes when the girl moaned, "Oh Seeley," as the boy attacked her neck, unable to prevent a muttered, "Oh please," from escaping her lips. Who did she think she was fooling? She was just one in a long in a long line of conquests for this guy. They were all the same, and had been since the beginning of time.
Out of the corner of her eye, she watched the girl's gaze flick in her direction; she pushed him away when she spotted her sitting there. "Seeley, there's a girl under here."
"Hi," she said to break the silence as they both turned to her, tearing her attention away from her book just long enough to give them an awkward wave.
This seemed to call the boy to action; he started, leaping back as though he'd just seen a ghost. "Whoa, what're you doing skulking around under the bleachers?"
Typical. Guys like him could do whatever they wanted while everyone else was supposed to make allowances. "What am I…?" she repeated, narrowing her eyes. "Isn't that what you were doing?" Was there nowhere she could go to get away from these people?
"No," he insisted, his posture becoming rigid, defensive, as his hands flew to his hips. "What I'm doing is very… different."
His logic didn't make any sense, and she was sure that it couldn't to him either. "Why? Because you were intending to have sex with this… cheerleader?" she asked, finding it difficult to mask her contempt.
For the first time since they'd so rudely interrupted her time alone, she took a moment to study his companion, trying to understand what he saw in her. She was pretty, she allowed, in an artificial way; she jerked her chin at the girl's ample chest, ignoring the disgusted look that she gave her. "I hate to ruin the surprise, but those are obviously fake," she told him, going back to her book; as he struggled to regain the upper hand, she couldn't help remarking, under her breath, "She probably fakes her orgasm too."
He let out a strangled sound, glaring at her as he picked up the girl's shirt and thrust it back into her hands. "You know, kid, you have quite a mouth on you for a dork."
So she was a little forward… So what?
She let her eyes wander down to the front of his jeans, then back up to his with a mischievous smirk. "Well you have quite an erection on you," she retorted.
His mouth fell open in shock. "Hey," he cried, scrambling to cover himself with his Letterman jacket. He didn't seem to have a come back for her. "Hey!"
Pleased at securing the last word, she scrambled to her feet, stuffing her books back into her backpack as she slung it over her shoulder.
Then, without a backward glance, she marched off to go find her next class, leaving him staring, slack-jawed after her.
Behind her, she heard the girl ask, her tone petulant, like a child, "Seeley, who was that?"
When he answered, he sounded dazed, as though he couldn't quite believe what had just happened. "Honestly? I have no idea…"
In chapter 2 (If anyone wants me to continue): What happens with Booth meets his new tutor? ;)