Cherry Garcia
A ficlet about Brennan, Emma, bonding and ice cream
The halls were deserted and silently the invidual glided along the halls towards the kitchen. A floorboard creaked and the person tensed visibly, their back straightening and firming. Then when nothing happened for a few beats, they continued.
The Sanctuary was a good place to hide and be unseen in when it was shadowed in moonlight and the occupants were asleep. And the person took advantage of this, getting about ten feet away from the kitcehn when he saw that it was bathed in light. He crouched and then with the force of a tiger pouncing, he leapt out and towards...
...Emma who was holding a carton of ice cream. She screamed and nearly dropped the tub, steadying herself on the counter.
"Jeez, Brennan!" Lurk much?" Brennan sheepishly entered the kitchen and sat down on the stool facing Emma.
"What are you doing up? And is that my-That's my ice cream!" Emma looked down and saw that it was indeed Brennan's favourite ice cream; the litre carton of Ben and Jerry's Cherry Garcia he had got at the grocery store earlier that day while Shalimar's back was turned.
"And? You really thought you could hide it, didn't you?" Emma laughed slightly before noticing the familiar pouting look in her best friend's face. She exasperated, grabbed another spoon and handed it to him, sliding the carton on the counter inbetween them.
"I never knew you liked Cherry Garcia." Brennan said through a mouthful. He then sighed with ectasy, letting the rich creamy texture slide around his mouth, punctuated with warm spikes of fruitiness, the different flavours colliding in a wonderful explosion of taste.
"I don't particularly; I prefer the Ben and Jerrys Cookie Dough or the Chocolate Fudge Brownie, but Jesse and Shalimar eat like pigs when it comes to the frozen stuff." Emma shoved her spoon in and took a mouthful.
"Yeah, it's hard to keep food from them two." Brennan smiled at her. "Come on, it's freezing in here." Brennan took the carton and walked towards the living room with Emma in tow. They laid down on the couch with Emma's feet in Brennan's lap and the ice cream between them.
"Okay; strawberry, yes or no?" Emma asked.
"Yes or no, what?"
"Yes or no, do you like it?"
"Oh right. It's...about average. Not delicious but okay in some circumstances. Vanilla?"
"I'm surprised you don't like strawberries with your favourite being cherries."
"It's weird, I know, but I just don't like strawberry ice cream that much. Anyway, vanilla..."
"Yeah, I like it. It's great for summers with strawberries and breakfasts because you can put it on cereal. Mint?"
"Oh, yes. I loved it when I was a kid. In fact, I liked it so much, I once stole a two litre carton from a corner shop." At Emma's shocked face, he added, "Only when I was about ten. Chocolate?"
"Okay, chocolate - my favourite. Especially chocolate chip."
"It's delicious." Both of them agreed on this and then found that they were scraping the bottom of the carton with their spoons.
"Wow. It's getting late. We better-"
"Yeah, we better..." Both of them stood up and Emma slid her spoon next to Brennan's in the carton.
"Goodnight, Brennan." She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. He responded by hugging her and kissing her on the temple.
As Emma walked away, she got a wave of a warm emotion from Brennan. She could have defined it if she had wanted to but for once she didn't want to read people and she was happily sleepy.
Brennan touched the spot where Emma had kissed him and smiled to himself before moving the kitchen. He wanted to spend more times with Emma discussing ice cream and even that sounded dorkish to him and he snorted with laughter for a few moments before walking back to his room.
He seriously needed to buy more Cherry Garcia.
Fin