A/N: This is probably the shortest fanfic I have ever written. Someday, I will try myself at a true drabble, but this is more like a triple-drabble (292 words). I was re-watching "Two Bodies in the Lab" and this just popped into my head. Story is set in the future, though.
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The Habit
"You're making a habit out of this, and I am not liking it."
"HUH?" I look up from the hospital food I am trying to force myself to eat. Her statement came out of nowhere and I have no clue what she is talking about.
She makes a sweeping motion with her hands in reference to the condition that I am in and then a larger one to direct my attention to the hospital room. "This."
"I'm not following you."
She rolls her eyes, then counts the examples off on her fingers to make her point: "When you got blown up in my apartment. When you got yourself shot by Pam Noonan. When you had brain surgery." She gives me a stern look, but I can tell she is keeping her voice purposely light. We've both been cooped up in this hospital room and she's wanting to talk, not argue.
"That's not even counting the time I had to take you to the hospital for ambulatory care after the fight in Vegas, or for your broken hand –twice– and the severe concussion you suffered from hockey." Her frown is sincere, but her eyes are twinkling at me. "I'm not liking it," she says again.
"You forgot the time Wonder Woman shot me." I grin.
"Booth, additional examples will only strengthen my case." She shakes her head and continues. "I would appreciate if you could refrain from getting yourself hurt in the future."
I can't help but chuckle. "I will do my best, ok?"
She nods and I can see the underlying worry for me in her face. Leave it to Bones to make a not-quite-tasteful joke about a bad situation.
And leave it to me to understand her and appreciate the message.
A/N: What did you think? Am I completely off base? Please review!