A/N: This here's an odd little collection of vignettes and musings based on our favorite characters and a lovely song. In all, this story will comprise of a oneshot for each section of lyrics from said song, and the entire song will be accounted for in lyrical order. They will be from differing points of view, in different tenses and styles, and about different things. Most will be very vague in the way of any sort of timeline, fairly inconsequential in their effect on any major story points, and typically lighthearted. I hope they elicit at least a small grin.

The song is "A Lack of Color", by Death Cab for Cutie. It's adorable-ness never gets old and the somewhat recent revelations regarding the lead singer's marriage to Zooey Deschanel makes it ever more fitting, I think. I really like irony.

I own creative rights over neither the show nor the song. (But it is a really lovely song and you should look it up if you're unfamiliar.)

And when I see you, I really see you upside down

Hardly 8:30 am and Special Agent Seeley Booth was already ready to call it a day. A really, really long day. Thusly, he reasoned with himself, it was the logical thing to do, to be a little apprehensive about stopping by the Jeffersonian to pick up some paperwork from his partner. Because, he thought to himself, let's face it: I love the woman to death (really), but it's hit or miss whether a given moment falls more into the category of 'love', or 'death'.

He had never before met anyone who could so easily cause him the desire to simultaneously smash his face to hers in a violently passionate kiss and drive his government-issued ride off the nearest cliff face. Either way, it seemed violence worked its way into their equation. Does that make me a bad person? He shook his head. Two strong personalities make--

His train of thought derailed (violently, of course) at the sight of his partner's office. He paused his brisk walk then, trying to make sense of the sight he was taking in.

"She's been doing that all morning."

Booth jumped at the proximity with which Zack Addy's voice had just made its way to his ear.

"Uh, personal space, there, Zack-o."

"Sorry Agent Booth, but I was just trying to analyze the markings here--"

Booth stepped away from the examination table he hadn't quite realized he had stopped to lean on. "Oh, sorry."

He paused as if to ponder something, then continued, "Uh, Zack, what exactly is she.... doing?"

"I'm... not exactly sure. She mentioned something about the effect of nerve pressure on ocular imagery and asked not to be disturbed."

Without paying the young scientist any further mind, Booth strode off toward his ever surprising partner.

"She definitely asked not to be disturbed..." Zack's attempt to call after him went unheeded by Booth's determined ears.

"Unh-huh." He mumbled back; then, "Bones! Bones... what are you--"

"Shh, Booth. I'm concentrating."

"Uh--"

"SHH!"

She was sitting-- well, more or less. In practical terms, he supposed, it was indeed a sitting position; back on the seat cushions and ass on the backrest of her office couch, feet in the air, head hanging toward the floor, hair splayed everywhere. He had a hard time not laughing at the sight of it, but knowingly bit his tongue for fear of having his whole head bitten off instead. He sidled over and stood with his back to the couch, leaning forwards in an attempt to level his face with hers, and tried again.

"Okay, but Bones... what are you doing?"

She sighed, and lifted her head slightly to better look at him.

"You're upside down, Booth."

Well, that much is obvious. "Yes, Bones, I am. As are you."

"No, no, Booth... When I look at you... at anything, really, you... it, is upside down. The ocular lens is singular; as such, it transposes everything we see to project, as we know it, upside down onto the retina."

"Oh, no. Please tell me this isn't going to become one of those intense existential, "down is up and right is really left" things..."

"What?"

"It's just that-- nevermind Bones, it's just that I'm 99% sure I don't see things the wrong way."

"Well the brain transposes it back."

As if that's as obvious as-- "Wait, wait. If this little, erm... quandary is already handled by your frontal lobe then why are you upside down?"

"Occipital."

"What?"

"The ocular nerve connects to the occipital lobe."

And the leg bone connects to the hip bone. "That's great, Bones. I thought you didn't do soft tissue?"

She shrugged. "Eh. I dated a brain surgeon, once."

Of course you did. And I dated a fucking rocket scientist. "Right. And what part of the brain explains your current position?"

"I do heart Huckabees, Booth." A cheeky half grin crept across her face. "Well that and... my back was sore. I was stretching it out."

Seeley Booth couldn't help but smile. And I nearly questioned my apprehension coming in.

Just a quick second note-- the reference at the end is to a movie called "I heart Huckabees", which is a very zany and over-the-top collection of interweaving plots about people having existential crises. It's worth your time if for no other reason than Lily Tomlin and Dustin Hoffman play a pair of "existential investigators" (and well, let's face it.. it's Lily Tomlin and Dustin Hoffman. 'nuff said.), and, well, Jude Law.

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