I was re-watching "The Otter in the Beaver" the other day and wondered, "What if Booth had gone to India with Jared?" What about the tumor? Who would have realized the situation?
The title is from DHT's song of the same title.Any mistakes are mine and mine alone.
Disclaimer: Bones isn't mine. Neither are Brennan and Booth, unfortunately.
"Listen to Your Heart"
By
Chapter One
Part of him wondered at the beauty of the place… and part of him wondered what the hell he'd been thinking to come here in the first place. Jared was still Jared in India. Booth enjoyed the thrill of his new motorcycle on the rural roads of India, but Jared was still irresponsible. And it had only been a week.
Maybe he should just go home again. Back to Parker and the FBI. Back to dead bodies and bones. Bones. Yeah, that's really what he missed. He missed Bones.
The weird thing was… he kept seeing her. Out of the corner of his eye there'd be a flash of instantly recognizable auburn hair or the edge of her lab coat. He even heard her laugh one night while wandering a local market.
He sighed and leaned back against the date tree. Jared had gone off to find them some dinner and Booth was enjoying the few minutes of solitude. When he had agreed to come with Jared it had seemed like such a good idea. It was going to be just a little escape from his structured world, a breath of fresh air. Instead it was that awful family camping trip to Shenandoah all over again. When he was eight his dad had packed them all into the car and carted them for family "bonding." The car had gotten a flat tire, his mom had gotten food poisoning, and Jared had been car sick on Booth's lap.
This would be such a different trip if I was here with Bones, he thought.
His phone rang. A grin immediately split his face. Somehow, he just knew it was her.
He pulled his phone out of his pocket. Sure enough, "Bones" lit up the display.
"Hiya, Bones!"
"Hey, Booth! How's your trip so far?"
"Jared's an ass."
"Yes, I was aware of that fact already. Are you managing to have any fun despite your ass-of-a-brother?"
"It's really beautiful here, Bones. You'd love it. Do you have any cases?"
"No, it's really quiet here. Hodgins is badgering us all with his boredom and Mr. Nigel-Murray is rattling off more inane trivia than usual…. I miss you, Booth."
His eyebrows hit his hairline. It was pretty rare for Bones to admit any emotion at all. His voice came out a little softer, "Yeah, Bones. I miss you too. It's strange, you know, but I keep thinking that I'm seeing you here."
"You are? How often?"
"I don't know. A few times. Maybe once a day." What was she getting at?
"I'm concerned, Booth. First you saw Luc Robataille and Teddy Parker and now you're seeing me when I'm thousands of miles away? I think you should have a doctor take a look at you."
"I'm fine, Bones. I'm just missing you. I'm sure it's nothing." Jared pulled up on his motorcycle, toting a paper bag and some bottle of water. "I have to go, Bones. Jared's back. Say 'Hi' to everyone for me, OK?"
"Sure, Booth. Take care of yourself."
"Yes, Mom." He closed his phone and went to help Jared.
They unloaded some chicken vindaloo and Jared said, "That must have been Tempe, checking up on you."
"God, Jared, you make her sound like my mother."
"Well, you did just call her 'Mom.'"
Booth slugged him on the arm and dug into his food.
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