Pure BB fluff. No more to say
Temperance Brennan is busy tidying up her office early on Friday afternoon.
"Sweetie, where's the fire?" Angela asks from the doorway.
"What fire?" Brennan asks innocently.
"You Bren, you're all over the place."
"Will is picking me up in an hour." She states.
"Oh right, the big romantic weekend away." Angela grins.
"Can you give this to Booth. He was supposed to stop by this morning to pick it up." Brennan is in the process of handing a file to Angela when Booth strolls into her office.
"Hey Bones. Angela, looking good." He eyes her up and down.
"As always." Angela grins and heads out the door. "Have fun this weekend." She calls over her shoulder.
"Doing something special this weekend?" Booth asks as he takes the file out of her hands and flips through it.
"I'm going away with Will." She replies, not daring to look him in the face.
"Hmm." Booth sighs.
"What?" Brennan demands, planting a defiant hand on her hip. She has been getting attitude from Booth about Will for weeks now. Part of her is glad because it makes her feel like he really cares about her.
"I know you don't want to hear it Bones, but he's on the rebound." Booth says. "I don't think it's a good idea for you to be going away with him so soon." Especially since I want to be the one you go on romantic weekends away with he thinks.
"Well it's a good job you don't make the decisions in my life." Brennan snaps.
"You'll end up getting hurt Bones." Booth tries one more time.
"You don't know Will at all Booth." She states. "So I'd appreciate you not commenting on my love life." She brushes past him to her desk, strips off her lab coat and pulls on her jacket. "I'll see you Monday." She throws at him as she stalks out her office, leaving Booth alone staring after her.
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By Saturday evening of her romantic weekend, Brennan is beginning to realise that Booth was right about Will. All day he has been off with her, not talking and avoiding eye contact, even to her classic signs that the relationship is going south. What she can't figure is why. They had a romantic dinner on the Friday night that went very well, a lazy breakfast and a walk in the park the following morning. Suddenly by lunch time he had changed.
"Will, what's going on?" Brennan asks as they walk slowly back to their bed and breakfast with at least a foot between their bodies.
"Nothing Temperance." Will replies.
"We both know I'm not good at reading people but I'm almost certain that something is bothering you." She says. Will stops suddenly and turns to face her.
"Maria called me this morning." He admits.
"Your ex girlfriend." Brennan sighs.
"She wants me back."
"Oh."
"Temperance, I..." he pauses. "I'm sorry, I need some time to think." Brennan shifts her weight and folds her arms. "I need to take a walk." He adds as he stuffs his hands in his pockets and backs away from Brennan. She stands, watching him go, and knows that when he comes back to the bed and breakfast it will only be to collect his things so he can go back to his ex.
Brennan is asleep on top of the bed, still dressed for dinner, when Will creeps back into the room. He doesn't bother to wake her. He just gathers his things together, writes her a note and slips back out the door. When Brennan wakes a few hours later, she finds a small note sitting on the pillow. I'm sorry. I had to go to her. Will
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As the night moves on, Brennan sits on the bed in the hotel room and stares at the empty space where Will's bag sat just a few hours ago. I should have listened to Booth Brennan thinks. It is only when she rises to her feet and looks out the window that it occurs to her that Will has driven off with the only transport she had and she has no way to get back to DC. She wipes a tear away from her eye and looks around, unsure what to do now. Did he even think about me before he drove off she wonders. Her eyes settle on her cell phone sitting on the bedside table. She walks over, picks it up and dials the first number that comes to mind.
"Booth." He answers quickly for being so late at night.
"It's me." She says.
"Bones, what's wrong?" Booth asks, sitting up straight on the couch where he had been slumped as he watched the ice hockey replays.
"Can you come pick me up?" She asks bravely.
"What happened?" Booth asks, trying not to sound too worried.
"Nothing, I just need a ride." She sighs. Booth realises she isn't about to tell him anything over the phone.
"Sure, where are you?" he asks as he grabs a scrap of paper and pen to take down directions. "I'll be there as soon as I can."
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Booth pulls into the parking lot of the bed and breakfast and immediately spots Brennan. She is sitting on the steps, her bag at her feet and her arms wrapped tightly around her body, her head down. When she hears a car approach, she lifts her head up, relieved that Booth is here but also dreading the drive back to DC. As the SUV pulls up alongside her, she rises to her feet and picks up her bag. Booth leans over in the car and unlocks the door, opening it for her. She pulls it all the way open, tosses her bag in the back seat and climbs in.
"You okay Bones?" Booth asks. She glances at him then pulls on her seatbelt and turns her attention out the window. Booth doesn't push her, instead he just turns the car around and heads for home.
Xxxx
Booth keeps glancing across the car to look at Brennan. She has been sitting silently in the passenger seat since he picked her up almost two hours ago.
"Bones, what happened?" he asks. He's asked her that several times but she just looks at him with those sad blue eyes then turns away again.
"Bones, come on. Tell me what's going on?" he pleads. He doesn't like silent Brennan. He doesn't understand silent Brennan. Argumentative Brennan he gets. He understands where she's coming from and he can argue back. Cheerful Brennan he gets. He knows what makes her happy. But silent Bones is impossible. She doesn't give anything away.
"You were right." She says. "About him." She adds. Booth nods and takes a deep breath. He wanted to be right but not so she would get hurt, just because he knows Brennan deserves better than someone like him.
"I'm sorry Bones." He tells her.
"What? No I told you so?" she asks sarcastically.
"I wouldn't say that." Booth says softly.
"Yeah right." She mutters.
"Damn it Bones." Booth screeches the car over to the side of the road and stops sharply.
"What are you doing Booth?" Brennan asks, shocked at his sudden manoeuvre.
"I drive for three hours in the middle of the night to pick you up and you sit there and give me attitude?" his voice is raised with anger.
"Well in case you hadn't noticed I'm not exactly having a great weekend." Brennan folds her arms across her chest and glares out the window. She knows she's wrong to be mad at Booth, he isn't the one who ditched her in the middle of nowhere and he is the one who came to pick her up as soon as she called. Suddenly Booth gets out the car and slams the door shut. Brennan watches in confusion as he crosses in front of the car and onto the grass verge, seemingly muttering to himself. She gets out the car and walks over to him.
"Why did you call me Bones?" Booth asks.
"I guess you were the first person I thought of." She replies.
"What does that mean Bones?"
"I don't know." She shrugs.
"Why was I the first one you called? Why not Angela? She's your best friend." Booth's voice rises in volume. "Why are you thinking about me first?"
"I don't know Booth." Brennan cries. "I guess I trust you and I can talk to you."
"Bones, don't you ever get tired of talking." He sighs.
"What is that supposed to mean Booth? I don't underst…" her sentence is silenced as Booth steps forward, cups her face with both hands and kisses her with more passion and emotion that Brennan has experienced before.