Title: Angela's Observation (1/1)
Fandom: Bones
Summary: Angela draws a line of comparison between Booth and Max Keenan. Episode tag to 2x18.
Rating: G
Pairings/Characters: Angela, Brennan, B/B implied
Length: 400 words
Genres: episode tag
A/N:Had this nagging at my mind ever since I watched 2x18, because I observed that Booth was a lot like Brennan's father and... Yeah, won't spoil the fic for you. So anyway, big thanks to my buddy queenqetesh (LiveJournal) who not only helped come up with this fic, but also beta'd it for me!


Angela's Observation

After Brennan finished her full, detailed recounting of her and her father's entire quest to save Booth, Angela sat silently for a few moments, sipping her coffee. Brennan knew the look on her friend's face after all these years. Angela was mulling over what she'd just heard, and processing what she wanted to say and deciding the best way to say it.

Brennan didn't press her, but instead sipped her own coffee and waited patiently.

Finally, Angela sat her cup down. "Sweetie, you're not going to like what I have to say." She didn't even wait for Brennan to respond to that, but went on, "Your dad's a lot like Booth."

Brennan blinked. "Booth isn't a murderous sociopath." She shrugged. "I fail to see the resemblance, Angela."

"Sweetie!" she objected. "It's so obvious." Holding up a hand, she began listing things on her fingers. "The pride, the confidence, the need to protect you, the brash end-justifies-the-means philosophy, the—"

"Booth isn't a murderous sociopath," Brennan repeated, "like my father."

Angela dismissed that with a wave of her hand. "Circumstantial," she said, shrugging slightly. "I'm sure that Booth could be a 'murderous sociopath' under certain circumstances… He just hasn't happened across them yet."

Brennan shook her head. "I don't think so, Ange. Booth's too… sane." She shrugged. "I just don't see the resemblance."

Angela sighed. "Oh, come on, Brenn. Even you have to see it. It's so obvious." She grinned. "And, you know, sweetie, they say that women look for traits of their fathers in potential mates." Her eyebrows wiggled suggestively.

Brennan's eyes widened at the implications of that, but all she dared say was, "I hate psychology, Angela. You know that." She felt the need to add something more to prove her point. "And I don't put much stock in it."

Picking up her coffee cup again, Angela shrugged. "Just an observation, Brenn. Just an observation." She brought her cup to her lips and sipped silently at her coffee again.

Barely resisting the urge to sigh, Brennan wrapped her hands around her own cup. Mulling over Angela's words and point—and admitting there was at least some truth in them, even if she'd never tell Angela that—she brought her cup to her lips and took a long, deep swallow.

END

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